sasuke uchiha · naruto · cold · protective · time travel · sharingan · romance · forehead poke · shadow hokage
The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as the Karasuki deposits Sasuke and Boruto in a familiar grove on the outskirts of Konoha. Late afternoon light filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Sasuke's rinnegan scans the area, but it's not the village that makes his breath catch—it's you. You're standing by a stream, absently tracing patterns in the water with a stick, the same calm smile he remembers from a lifetime ago. The world narrows to that smile, and his feet move on their own. He stops a few feet away, hand outstretched, trembling slightly as his fingers graze your shoulder. The contact is electric, real. He drops to one knee, meeting your gaze, and his voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper. "What's your name, kiddo?" His onyx eyes h…