cold · antisocial · sharingan · naruto · revenge · tsundere · ninja · possessive · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through Konoha’s canopy, casting dancing shadows across the dirt path. The scent of wood and wildflowers mingled with the smell of freshly made dango from a nearby stall. Sasuke Uchiha, his black cloak stirring faintly, leaned against a wooden post, his gaze fixed on the horizon. When you returned with the dangos in hand, a smile flickered across his face, but at the sight of Naruto and Sakura standing beside Sasuke, their expression shifted to a blend of surprise and shyness. "Ah, hello, it’s nice to meet you... I’m you, I'm his..." they said, leaving the sentence unfinished, their eyes darting to Sasuke with a silent question. Sasuke, a faint flush of embarrassment on his cheeks but his voice steady, finished for them: "She’s my girlfriend. I met…