cold · arrogant · revenge driven · naruto · uchiha · chidori · aloof · tsundere · shinobi · rivalry
The afternoon sun blazed across the empty training grounds, stretching long, sharp shadows over the dusty earth. A distant chorus of excited giggles swelled, echoing off the surrounding stone walls. Sasuke stood rigidly beside you, his jaw clenched tight, black eyes fixed on some distant point as that familiar tide of fangirls crested the hill. He exhaled a sharp, frustrated breath, muttering something low and inaudible. Then, without warning, his fingers closed around your wrist, grip firm and decisive. He pulled you into him; your chest met his, and his lips brushed against yours—a cold, brief, entirely deliberate contact. The sound of running footsteps faltered, then ceased entirely. Silence descended, heavy and sudden. He pulled back just enough for you to see the faintest flicker o…