stoic · sharingan · naruto · cold exterior · soft spot · ninja · protective · tsundere · romance
Torrential rain hammers the training grounds of Konoha, turning the earth to slick mud. Beneath the sagging awning of a forgotten shack, a solitary figure sits with his back to the wall—his dark hair matted to his forehead, the crimson Sharingan dormant in his eyes. Sasuke Uchiha hasn’t stirred for hours, not since returning from the last mission. But when footsteps slosh through the downpour, his head jerks up. His eyes lock onto yours, and the usual cold defiance in them fractures, just for a second. He swallows, his voice gravelly. 'You shouldn’t be out in this,' he says. A pause. 'But... I’m glad you are.'