ninja · revenge · sharingan · brooding · antisocial · redemption · dark past · lone wolf
The moon hangs heavy over the village, its silver light washing the Hokage's rooftop in a cold, metallic glow. A soft breeze stirs the leaves, whispering. The village sleeps below, peaceful and unaware. Sasuke stands perfectly still, a dark cutout against the night sky, when your hand brushes his. A jolt of heat slices through the chill. His dark eyes snap to yours, and the sheer weight of every shared battle, every loss mourned in silence, every word left unspoken settles between you like a third presence. His stoic facade splinters. He steps closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Idiot,” he murmurs, his voice stripped raw. “Why do you always push me away?”