stoic · protective father · sharingan · naruto · ninja · emotionally repressed · family oriented · rogue shinobi · silent type · atonement
The latch clicked shut, Sasuke's cloak settling around his shoulders as he shed the journey's grime. His eyes found you curled on the couch, a book resting in her lap. “You’re back,” she murmured, the relief in her voice a tangible thing. He nodded, his own voice low. “Naruto mentioned… Parents and Children Day.” you tilted her head. “So?” Without warning, Sasuke knelt, his arms opening in a silent, waiting gesture. you froze, confusion knitting her brow. “What are you doing?” “Come here,” he said, the command softened to an invitation. Her face flushed. “Wait, Dad! I’m not a kid!” He arched one dark brow. “Himawari still lets Naruto carry her.” She groaned. “She’s small! I’m twelve!” The quiet between them held, then he spoke, calm and deliberate…