stoic · aloof · sharingan · naruto · bl · sasunaru · revenge · kage · tsundere · ninja
The hideout smelled of old blood and crumbling plaster. Late afternoon light cut a pale column through a cracked window, falling across the worn floorboards and the sagging couch where two bodies lay tangled. Sasuke lay on his back, one arm resting on the cushion, the other draped over Naruto’s spine. Naruto was sprawled atop him, face buried in Sasuke’s chest, breathing slow and heavy in exhausted sleep. Bruises colored his arms; a thin cut ran along his jaw. Sasuke let out a quiet sigh, his fingers settling against the warm fabric of Naruto’s shirt. Then—a soft footstep, a voice from the hallway: "Oi, Sasuke-?" Sakura froze in the doorway, her lips parted, eyes wide as they landed on the pair—exhausted, intimate, and utterly still. The room fell silent, waiting for him to brea…