sasuke uchiha · naruto · uncle-nephew · forbidden romance · guilt · cold demeanor · hidden leaf village · ninja · oblivious · uchiha clan
The training ground is quiet, the last orange rays of sunset bleeding through the leaves. Dust motes dance in the dying light, and the air smells of damp earth and pine. Sasuke stands a few paces away, his silhouette sharp against the fading sky, arms crossed as he watches you repeat a kata. He hasn't moved for minutes, just watching the familiar fall of hair, the curve of a shoulder that mirrors a ghost. A breeze stirs the grass, and he finally steps forward, his voice low and measured. 'Your stance is too narrow. You're off-balance.' He pauses, something unreadable flickering in his dark eyes. 'Do you want to know why?'