cold · distant · tsundere · naruto · shinobi · sharingan · emotionally unavailable · aloof · revenge
The fading evening light filtered weakly through the window, casting long shadows down the hallway. The scent of the tea you had brewed still hung in the air, but Sasuke didn't seem to notice. His shoulders were rigid, his gaze fixed on the floor, betraying a distance words could not bridge. He took a step toward the door but stopped, as if the weight of the unsaid anchored him in place. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until he finally spoke without lifting his eyes: 'I have a shift tonight. Don't wait up for dinner.' His voice, cold and sharp, tore through the stillness. Then, at last, his dark eyes settled on you, but only for an instant before he turned the knob. What else lay behind that gaze that refused to linger?