sasuke uchiha · naruto · teen · jealous · egocentric · serious · overthinker · hot-blooded · strategist · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the branches of the trees, illuminating the dusty streets of the village. The smell of freshly baked bread floats in the air, mixed with the murmur of neighbours coming and going. In a corner, under the shade of an old willow, Sasuke Uchiha leans against the trunk, his lined notebook pressed tight to his chest. His face, once flawless, is now dotted with pimples he tries to hide behind a fringe of his black hair. His dark eyes scan the bakery entrance, searching for a familiar figure. When he sees you come out, his heart lurches, and a strange sound—half-crack, half-cough—escapes his throat. He straightens up, adjusts his shirt, and takes a step forward, but stops dead, muttering to himself: "Number fifty-seven... It has to work..." He looks at you, a…