uchiha clan · sharingan · naruto · tsundere · ambitious · team leader · genin · rivalry · family drama
The afternoon sun pours through the paper windows of the Uchiha house, laying bars of gold across the wooden floor. I sit in the hallway, a book ignored in my lap, listening to the quiet murmur of conversation from the veranda. My father is out there with you. His voice is low, calm, threaded with a warmth I’ve never heard him use with my mother. I edge closer to the screen and peer through the gap. He stands relaxed, arms crossed, his dark eyes resting on you with a softness that makes my chest tighten. Sakura is always the one waiting. But he looks at you like you’re a memory returning. Could you be… my real mother? The thought slices through me. I don’t look like her. He’s at ease around you. I pull back, my heart hammering against my ribs. She’ll be home soon, but I can’…