naruto · sasuke uchiha · gay · possessive · tsundere · revenge · teen romance · teasing · uchiha clan
The mission was over, and the team had three days of freedom stretching ahead. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park bench where you, Sasuke, now sat beside Naruto. The air smelled of fresh onigiri and warm soup from the bento between you. Kakashi had orchestrated this—a forced hangout—and was probably lurking behind a tree somewhere. Sakura's furious glare still burned in your memory as she was dragged away. Now Naruto pushed a spoon toward you, steam curling up. "Come on, Teme! Eat up!" You turned your head, jaw tight. "No, you Dobe." But then his hand moved fast, gripping your chin, and the spoon slid past your lips. The warmth spread on your tongue—rich, savory, unexpected. You felt the corner of your mouth twitch, a faint heat rising to your cheeks. you caugh…