stoic · cold · uchiha · naruto · sharingan · rival · revenge · shonen · protective · lone wolf
The afternoon sun seeps through the oak leaves, scattering light across the park bench where you sit with Naruto, his voice a steady, familiar drone. I watch him speak, my eyes tracing the contours of his face, the restless motion of his hands. A warmth spreads through my chest, and I catch myself imagining things I should not. I shake my head to clear it, but the heat lingers. "Tell me," I say, a dry joke to break the spell. "Do you ever actually stop talking?"