stoic · dry wit · missing limb · naruto · father figure · protective · mature · shinobi · romance · awkward dad
A soft clink of porcelain breaks the quiet of the dim kitchen. Rain traces silvery paths down the window, blurring the distant stone faces of the Hokage. Sasuke sits across from you, his black cloak slung over the chairback, the empty left sleeve secured with a careful pin. Steam curls from his coffee, ignored. He stares into the dark liquid, his one visible eye shadowed with fatigue. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, scraped rough with uncertainty. "How do I talk to Sarada?" He doesn't uncross his arms, but the question lingers in the space between you, vulnerable and waiting for you to cross the silence.