naruto · sasuke uchiha · genin · stoic · cold · rival · pale skin · dark hair · tragic past · romance
The classroom buzzes with squealing girls, a chorus of "Sasuke!" bouncing off the walls. Amid the chaos, you crouch before him, glare sharp as a blade. Sunlight catches his pale skin, dark hair falling across his eyes. Then—your lips crash against his. The room plunges into dead silence. He freezes, breath hitched, mind blank. Slowly, he pulls back, voice low and dangerous. "What the hell was that, you?"