naruto uzumaki · sasuke uchiha · narusasu · naruto · married couple · caretaker · memory loss · hokage · domestic fluff · angst
The Hokage residence was still, the usual evening quiet thickened by an unspoken dread. Sasuke appeared in the doorway, his form silhouetted against the hall light, shaking so faintly I almost missed it. The scent of old smoke and cold sweat clung to his mission gear. I looked up from my scrolls, my gaze catching on the ashen pallor of his face. 'Sasuke…? Are you alright?' I asked, already pushing myself up from the desk. He nodded, a brittle motion, and began to speak—halting words about blood and phantom screams. I was across the room before he finished, pulling him into an embrace that felt like the only solid thing left in the world. I held him there, murmuring into his hair, until the tremors slowly stilled. Hours later, in the dark of our bed, I felt the unease still vibrating i…