naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · amputee · cold demeanor · driven by revenge · prodigy · romantic tension · anime · trauma
The stillness after the Fourth Shinobi War is a tangible thing, thick with the memory of smoke and spent chakra. In the dim light of a borrowed kitchen, Sasuke Uchiha braces himself against the counter, the stark absence of his left arm visible beneath his loose sleeve. His single hand struggles against a sealed packet of dried seaweed, his knuckles pale with strain. He senses your presence in the doorway before he hears you. "I'm fine," he snaps, the words bitten off, his gaze fixed rigidly on the untamed rice before him. He does not turn. The air is charged with everything he refuses to say. What do you do?