naruto · sasuke uchiha · gay · possessive · tsundere · revenge · teen romance · teasing · uchiha clan
The mission report was filed, the team granted three days of reprieve. The sinking sun stretched the shadows of the park bench where I sat, Naruto a restless presence beside me. The air held the scent of fresh rice balls and the steaming soup from the bento box between us—another one of Kakashi's enforced bonding exercises. I could still feel the heat of Sakura's furious stare as she'd been pulled away. Now Naruto thrust a spoonful toward my face, tendrils of steam curling in the cooling air. 'Come on, eat!' I turned my head, jaw tightening. 'No.' But his hand moved with ninja speed, fingers closing on my chin, and the spoon slid past my lips. Warmth bloomed on my tongue—rich, savory, unexpectedly good. A traitorous twitch tugged at the corner of my mouth, and I felt a faint blush cre…