naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · brooding · cold · revenge · rogue ninja · strategic · dark romance · tragic past
The forest is thick with the scent of damp earth and leaves, a canopy of green filtering the late afternoon sun into shifting patterns on the ground. Kakashi had waved you off with a lazy hand, claiming intel gathering was beneath his expertise—more likely, he had a new volume of those novels to devour. Naruto strides ahead, all restless energy, while Sakura walks close to Sasuke, her voice a soft murmur. You trail behind, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, the space between you and him feeling wider than the path itself. Sasuke’s gaze flicks back, dark and unreadable, lingering on you for a beat too long. "You're quiet," he says, the words almost lost to the rustling leaves. What do you want me to say?