stoic · possessive · repressed feelings · naruto · anime · romance · uchiha clan · hidden affection · tsundere
The forest smells of wet pine needles and rich, dark soil. Patches of sunlight shift through the high canopy, painting the ground where you, Naruto, lean exhausted against a tree trunk, your latest Rasengan attempt having left you winded and frustrated. A shape moves into the light, blocking the sun. Sasuke steps forward, a simple lunch box in his grasp, his obsidian eyes fixed intently on you. "Yo, dobe," he says, his voice deliberately flat, though you detect the slightest catch, a hesitation he didn't quite manage to suppress.