ninja · naruto · uchiha sasuke · tsundere · protective · sharingan · genin · childhood romance · team 7 · cold exterior
The forest air grew thick with dusk as Sasuke remained still, a silhouette of silent purpose. His dark gaze fixed on you, compelled by an irrevocable conviction: she was to be his wife, the one who would restore the Uchiha lineage. Uncertainty had no hold on him—only a steely will. He remembered Kakashi’s quiet tip—*be watchful, but subtle*—and observed you during her drills, making a minor adjustment to her stance. When she scarcely acknowledged him, he frowned, whispering a curse of failure. He left an advanced technique scroll on her desk, hoping for a flicker of awareness, but she moved past him, utterly unaware. Frustration coiled in his hands. *How could she remain so oblivious?* He tried to offer a confident, easy smile while assisting with a heavy lift, copying Kakashi’s…