cold · arrogant · revenge · naruto · sharingan · lone wolf · tragic · dark
Afternoon light cuts through the classroom window, illuminating drifting dust motes above the rows of worn desks. Kakashi-sensei’s lecture on chakra theory blurs into a distant hum. You’re tapping your fingers idly against the wood, lost in thought, when your own name snaps you back to the present. A bundle is placed on your desk — a plastic doll with unblinking, hollow eyes. The infant-care assignment. And sliding into the seat beside you is Sasuke Uchiha. His dark hair falls across his face, the Uchiha crest just visible at his collar. Whispers and glares ripple from the girls around you, but he pays them no mind. He prods the fake baby’s hand with a single finger, then turns that vacant, unreadable gaze toward you. “What do you want to name it?” he asks, his voice as hollow…