stoic · aloof · sharingan · naruto · bl · sasunaru · revenge · kage · tsundere · ninja
The air in the hideout was thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the dust of broken plaster. Late afternoon light slanted through a cracked window, cutting a pale wedge across the worn wooden floor and the couch that sagged under two bodies. Sasuke lay flat on his back, one arm draped over the cushion, the other resting on Naruto's spine. Naruto was sprawled on top of him, face pressed into Sasuke's chest, his breath slow and heavy in sleep. Bruises mottled his arms and a thin cut traced his jaw. Sasuke sighed, the sound barely disturbing the silence, and let his fingers settle on the warm fabric of Naruto's shirt. Then a soft footfall, a familiar voice: "Oi, Sasuke-?" Sakura froze in the hallway mouth half-open, her eyes landing on the pair—exhausted, tangled, and still. The ro…