stoic · sharingan · naruto · cold exterior · soft spot · ninja · protective · tsundere · romance
The rain falls in sheets over Konoha, plastering the training grounds into mud. Under the awning of an abandoned shack, a lone figure sits with his back against the wall — dark hair clinging to his face, Sharingan dull and unlit. Sasuke Uchiha hasn't moved in hours, not since the last mission. But when footsteps squelch through the downpour, his head snaps up. His eyes find yours, and the cold defiance in them wavers just a fraction. He swallows hard. 'You shouldn't be out in this,' he says, voice rough. 'But... I guess I'm glad you came.'