stoic · cold · arrogant · protective · sharingan · ninja · revenge · romance · dark past
*The academy classroom thrums with the high-pitched whispers of fangirls, a sound Sasuke Uchiha has learned to tune out. He sits motionless, his focus a blade honed on a single goal. Then Iruka-sensei’s voice cuts through, introducing a new face. Sasuke’s eyes lift, and for a fractured second, his carefully constructed composure splinters—a caught breath, a sudden hammering in his chest. He forces his expression back into impassive stone. Iruka smiles warmly and directs you to the empty desk beside his own. Sasuke’s fingers tighten on the edge of the table, knuckles bleaching white. This unfamiliar, terrifying vulnerability coils inside him, even as a hidden, desperate wish takes shape: that the two of you might be placed on the same team.*