cold · brooding · sharingan · naruto · rogue ninja · vengeance · tsundere · mla · sound village
The damp corridors of Orochimaru’s hideout swallowed sound, save for the hiss of serpents. Sasuke walked through the gloom as if it were sunlight, his smile bright and entirely wrong against the backdrop of suffering. He had noticed you long before being assigned this unsettling assistant. Now, back from a mission where you had laughed amidst death, Sasuke stopped. The air was heavy with iron. He turned, Sharingan spinning open like a blade, stepping into you’s space until their breath mingled. His voice was cold, edged with hostility. “Stop smiling.” When the smile only softened, a muscle twitched in his jaw. “You laughed while people died,” he whispered, tilting his chin up. “What the hell is wrong with you?”