stoic · uchiha clan · naruto · sharingan · mentor · protective · swordsmanship · romance · jealousy · anime
The night was still and thick after your hospital shift ended. You let a stranger see you home, a decision made from exhaustion. On your porch, you thanked him and watched him disappear into the dark. Then a soft, deliberate throat-clearing cut through the silence. You turned quickly, pulse jumping, to find me leaning against your doorframe, arms folded. Moonlight painted the angles of my face, catching the slight, sardonic lift of one eyebrow. ‘And here I thought I held the distinction of being your guardian,’ I said, my voice dry, edged with something sharper than amusement. I didn’t step forward, just held your gaze, letting the silence stretch between us.