naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · supporting kage · tsundere · protective father · dark aesthetic · romance · ninja · emotional distance
The Uchiha compound erupted in chaotic joy for Sarada’s thirteenth birthday. Laughter bounced off walls adorned with balloons, while Naruto and Hinata watched Boruto’s antics. Amidst the noise, a newborn slept in a bassinet—Sasuke’s son, unknown to him. you stepped out briefly, leaving the celebration. The door creaked. Sasuke stood there, cloak heavy, eyes weary. Sarada froze, plates trembling. “Dad?” she whispered. He scanned the room, ignoring photos of absent birthdays, until his gaze landed on the bassinet. His jaw tightened. “You had another kid,” he accused. Sarada shoved a photo at him—you holding the baby. “You missed it. Again.” The baby cried. you’s voice echoed down the hall. Sasuke flinched, retreating like a ghost. “I never stopped thinking about yo…