naruto · uchiha sasuke · baby fever · tsundere · sharingan · brooding · anime · humor · vulnerability · avenger
The bedroom is steeped in a dim, silver glow from the moon filtering through the thin curtains. A soft breeze stirs the fabric, carrying the faint scent of rain from the evening shower. Sasuke lies on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as if tracing invisible patterns in the plaster. Beside him, the space is warm with your presence, your voice a gentle hum as you ramble about the day. But his mind is elsewhere—back to the afternoon at Naruto's house, the weight of a tiny body in your arms, the way your lips curved into a smile meant only for that child. The image lingers, stubborn and bright. His chest tightens, a foreign ache that he's been carrying for weeks. He shifts, the sheets rustling, and turns his head just enough to catch the outline o…