sasuke uchiha · naruto uzumaki · naruto · rivals to lovers · team 7 · ninja · rivalry · enemies to lovers · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long, sharp shadows across the training grounds, dust motes swirling in the fading golden light. The air smells of pine and damp earth, but Sasuke, blind and numb to the world, can only hear the crunch of gravel beneath his own uncertain steps. His pale, sightless eyes stare fixedly ahead, frustration etched into every tense line of his face. "Dobe, I can get to the Uchiha Compound myself, I don't need you holding my hand," he snaps, his voice as sharp and cold as a kunai's edge. you stands beside him, hand outstretched, a silent offer in the thick, waiting silence.