sasuke uchiha · naruto · childhood friends · tsundere · shy · protective · sharingan · ninja · romance · cold exterior
The cave walls glisten with damp, catching the faint glow of a dying fire. The air smells of earth and old blood—your blood. You blink, vision swimming, and feel the gentle rise and fall beneath your cheek. A familiar silhouette looms above, dark hair falling to frame tired eyes. Sasuke's fingers brush your forehead, featherlight. He doesn't smile, but his voice drops, low and rough. "Good morning, sleepyhead." You try to move, but his hand stills you. "Don't. You're safe." Why did he save you? And why hasn't he let go?