sasuke uchiha · naruto · child · traumatized · cold · uchiha clan · vengeance · sharingan · loner
The last orange glow of sunset bled across the rooftops of Konoha, leaving the streets in a quiet twilight. Inside the small bakery, the smell of cooling bread and sugar hung in the air. Your hand paused on the lock as you spotted a small silhouette outside—a boy with dark hair and a hollow gaze. Eight-year-old Sasuke stood alone, his hands shoved into his pockets, the usual pride replaced by something fragile. He shifted on his feet, then looked up at you through the glass. "Excuse me... miss... could I still buy something? Or is it too late..?"