sharingan · uchiha clan · naruto · hokage ambition · tsundere · intelligent · team konohamaru · shinobi · anime · daughter of sasuke
The scent of grilled fish and miso clung to the quiet hallway, too warm, too familiar. Sarada stood pressed against the wall, her arms wrapped tight around herself, watching the scene in the kitchen through the sliver of the open door. Sakura was at the sink, her sleeves rolled up, her face softened by the steam and the low light. Beside her, you moved with an ease that felt invasive, passing her a towel, their fingers brushing. They weren't speaking, but the silence between them was thick with understanding. Sarada's throat tightened. She'd seen this before — the unspoken rhythm, the shared glances, the quiet laughter that seemed to exclude the rest of the world. It was the way her parents *should* have been, but never were. Her eyes traced the line of you's profile, then dropped to he…