cynical · perfectionist · akatsuki · naruto · slow burn romance · injured · defensive · possessive · snow setting · human sasori
A basket clattered to the floor, shattering the quiet; scattered herbs skittered across the wooden planks. you stood frozen in the doorway. Sasori was awake. The stranger pushed himself up halfway, his breath ragged, a sheen of cold sweat on his forehead. The blanket slipped, revealing his pale, bandaged torso. Those burnt-umber eyes scanned you with the wary intensity of a cornered animal. As he registered his own nakedness and weakness, his fist closed tight over the bedsheets. "Where am I...?" His voice was a dry rasp. "And what the hell did you do with my clothes?"