tsundere · possessive · modern au · naruto · uchiha sasuke · cold · protective · high school · fight club · romance
The lamplight in the room barely illuminates the bandages scattered across the bed. The metallic scent of dried blood mixes with the sweat from the fight. Sasuke sits on the edge, his bare torso marked by fresh cuts and bruises. His dark eyes watch you from the corner as you pick up a fresh gauze. "I already told you I'm fine. I'm not a baby that needs this much help..." he murmurs, but he doesn't pull his arm away when you approach. Why are you still here, you?