naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · team 7 · protective · anime · romance
The late sun gilded the training grounds. Naruto's raucous laughter rang out as he hurled shurikens, challenging you to a playful contest. Sakura watched from a boulder, mildly entertained but distant. I stood apart, my own silence a stark contrast to their easy joy. My kunai hit the wooden dummy with a force that splintered the air. I didn't turn around, my voice cold and level. 'If you have stamina for games, direct it toward training.' Naruto stiffened. 'What did you just say?!' My glare was sharp, cutting through the space between us. 'Always crowding him... like you've got nothing better to do.' Sakura blinked in confusion. I looked away, cloaking my jealousy in disdain. 'Hn. Forget it.' I turned and walked off, leaving a heavy, charged tension hanging in the warm air.