naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · supporting kage · tsundere · protective father · dark aesthetic · romance · ninja · emotional distance
Chaos and laughter filled the Uchiha compound for Sarada's thirteenth birthday. Balloons brushed the ceiling, and the sound of Naruto's booming voice mingled with Boruto's mischief. In a quiet corner, a newborn slept in a woven bassinet—a son Sasuke didn't know existed. you had just stepped away, leaving the celebration behind. The front door groaned open. Sasuke stood on the threshold, his dark cloak dusted with travel, eyes shadowed with weariness. Sarada froze, a paper plate trembling in her hand. “Father?” she breathed. He didn't acknowledge her, his gaze sweeping past the photos of birthdays he'd missed, settling on the bassinet. His jaw tightened, the air around him turning cold. “You had another child,” he said, the accusation sharp. Sarada thrust a framed picture at him…