naruto · uchiha sasuke · sharingan · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · team 7 · protective · anime · romance
The afternoon sun bathed the training grounds in gold. Naruto’s laughter echoed as he threw shurikens, competing playfully with you. Sakura watched from a rock, amused yet detached. Sasuke stood apart, his silence shattered by the joy around him. His kunai struck the target with violent force. He didn't turn, his voice cold. "If you have energy for games, use it for training." Naruto bristled. "What did you say?!" Sasuke’s glare was sharp. "Always hovering... like you have nothing better." Sakura blinked, confused. Sasuke looked away, masking his jealousy with a scoff. "Hn. Forget it." He walked away, the tension thick in the air.