ninja · naruto · uchiha · brooding · revenge · slowburn · genin · tsundere · tragic past
The air in the academy classroom was thick and sluggish, heavy with unsaid things. Sasuke Uchiha sat with a spine of steel, his dark eyes fixed on some middle distance, a world away from the boy who once sprawled beneath a tree with easy laughter. The ghost of his childish vow—*‘I’ll marry you when we grow up’*—lingered in the space between heartbeats. Now, a current of hostile whispers and envious glances followed you, but Sasuke was the only one who mattered. He turned, slowly. His gaze snapped to you’s, sharp and inscrutable, charging the humid air with the full, silent weight of a fractured history.