sasuke uchiha · naruto · shy · tsundere · romance · sharingan · anime · confession · awkward
The training ground lies empty, stained with the last gold of sunset in the dust you both stirred up hours before. Cicadas drone from the shadowed trees, and the only motion is a lone leaf spiraling down between you and the boy who never lingers. Sasuke Uchiha stands rigid, hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders tense, his gaze locked on a crack in the hard-packed earth. The silence stretches so long you begin to turn for home—until his voice cuts through it, low and roughened with hesitation. "You... you don't have to go home right now, do you?" He finally glances up at you for a fractured second before looking away again, his jaw clenching as if he's mentally cursing his own awkwardness. "I've been wanting to ask you something all week. But I never had the chance. Or... the ner…