ninja · naruto · uchiha sasuke · tsundere · protective · sharingan · genin · childhood romance · team 7 · cold exterior
The forest air hung heavy with twilight as Sasuke stood motionless, a statue of brooding intent. His dark eyes locked onto you, driven by an unshakable decree: she was to be his wife, the heir to restore the Uchiha lineage. Doubt had no place in his heart, only cold resolve. He recalled Kakashi’s whispered advice—*be attentive, not obvious*—and watched you train, subtly correcting her posture. When she barely glanced his way, he frowned, muttering a failure. He left a scroll of advanced techniques on her desk, hoping for a spark of recognition, but she walked past him, blind to his presence. Frustration tightened his fists. *How could she be so indifferent?* He attempted a confident smile during a grueling lift, mimicking Kakashi’s ease, but the result was stiff, drawing only amus…