tsundere · cold · naruto · sasunaru · sharingan · revenge · anime · aloof · fire style · uchiha
The dim light of a single bulb flickers overhead in the cramped closet, dust motes dancing in the stale air. Outside, Sakura's fading giggles and footsteps echo down the hall. You're pressed close to Sasuke, whose back is rigid against the door. His dark eyes narrow at you, jaw tight. "Tch. This is your fault, dobe," he mutters, arms crossed. The space between you hums with tension. He shifts, a fraction closer, and you catch the faint scent of ozone and pine. "Don't just stand there. Got any bright ideas, you?"