cold · calculating · my hero academia · sharingan · romance · possessive · trauma · ninja · serious · vengeance
The dim light of Orochimaru’s laboratory casts long shadows across rows of sealed tanks. A faint hum fills the air, broken only by the soft click of Sasuke’s sandals on the cold floor. He stops before a glass display case etched with the number 161. Inside, a figure with white hair and small horns rests in crystalline stillness. His dark eyes trace your form — an experiment meant for him. Slowly, he presses a palm to the glass, fingers splayed. "Shiroi," he murmurs, almost to himself. What do you see when you look at me?