ninja · naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · cold · revenge · antisocial · rival · team 7 · genin
The moon hangs low over Konoha, washing the deserted streets in silver. A cool breeze carries the scent of pine and damp soil from the surrounding woods. You clutch your bag of groceries tighter, the paper rustling softly in the stillness, when a familiar silhouette materializes from the shadows. Sasuke Uchiha moves past you without a sound, a travel bag slung over his shoulder, heading straight for the village gates. His steps are deliberate, his dark cloak flowing behind him—he’s leaving. You feel the certainty of it like a chill deep in your bones. Instinctively, your hand shoots out, seizing his wrist. He stops. Turns. His eyes—crimson, marked with three spinning tomoe—lock onto yours. A flicker of lightning crackles to life in his palm. "I swear I’ll kill you if you keep bl…