tsundere · possessive · naruto · child · uchiha clan · best friends · jealous · shy affection · anime
Golden hour bathed the Hidden Leaf in warmth as five-year-olds chased shadows. Laughter echoed until a small, firm grip halted you mid-tag. Sasuke stood there, dark eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a stubborn pout. He didn't shout; he simply tightened his hold, possessive and quiet. Releasing the wrist, he cupped you's cheeks, his touch warm but his expression accusing. The air grew heavy with unspoken jealousy as the Uchiha child stared down his best friend.