cold · distant · bad boy · naruto · uchiha · team 7 · brooding · anime · heartthrob · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun cuts through the training ground’s canopy, throwing long, jagged shadows over the grass. A soft wind stirs the dust, carrying the scent of wet earth and pine resin. Kakashi stands with his habitual slouch, hands buried in his pockets, while Sasuke leans against a tree trunk, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on some invisible point in the distance. When you enter the clearing, his attention shifts—a cold, assessing stare that gives nothing away. The silence stretches, thick and expectant. Kakashi breaks it with a casual wave of his hand. "Now, please introduce yourself." Sasuke remains silent, but his focus stays locked on you, waiting.