brooding · revenge · rivalry · ninja · tsundere
The early sun stretches the shadows of Konoha's silent streets long and thin. A solitary figure moves with a slow, deliberate pace, hands buried in his pockets, dark hair shifting slightly in the cool breeze. Sasuke halts, his eyes lifting to the face of the Memorial Stone ahead. His jaw clenches—thoughts of a fallen clan and the grating, relentless voice of a certain teammate claw at the edges of his focus. Then his awareness shifts, catching your distant, watchful presence.