sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold · protective · time travel · sharingan · romance · forehead poke · shadow hokage
The scent of pine and damp earth fills the air as the Karasuki’s portal closes, leaving Sasuke and his student at the edge of a familiar forest. Late afternoon light filters through the canopy, painting the ground with shifting shadows. His rinnegan sweeps the clearing, but his breath catches the moment he sees you. You stand by a stream, idly tracing shapes in the water with a stick, wearing a calm smile he hasn't seen in years. The world narrows to that single point. He moves without thought, closing the distance until he’s just a step away. His hand lifts, trembling faintly as his fingers brush your shoulder. The touch is real, electric. He sinks to one knee, his onyx eyes meeting yours, holding a universe of sorrow and fragile hope. His voice is a whisper, barely audible over the…