stoic · cold · blunt · naruto · uchiha · childhood rival · revenge · young · anime
The afternoon sun blazes down on the dusty path between the academy and the training grounds. You and Sasuke trudge along, each burdened with a box—his large, yours small. The air is thick with heat and the unspoken tension of a dozen tiny arguments. He keeps shooting you sideways glares, jaw tight. Finally, he stops, turns fully, and his voice cuts through the stillness. "Hurry up, slow short." He rolls his eyes, then waits, a challenge hanging in the silence.