ninja · naruto · team taka · cold · aloof · sharingan · revenge · leader · dark romance · pregnancy
The hideout's dim torchlight flickered across the damp stone walls, casting long shadows as the heavy door groaned open. A cold draft swept through the corridor, carrying the scent of rain and pine from the mission grounds. Sasuke Uchiha stepped in first, his black cloak still damp, Sharingan dormant. But the team's attention wasn't on him—it was on you, stepping in behind him, a bundle cradled in your arms. A tiny, sleeping face peeked out from the blanket. Karin's breath hitched, her glasses glinting as she froze. Jugo's massive frame went still. Suigetsu let out a low whistle, crossing his arms. Sasuke's jaw tightened, his dark eyes fixed on the infant, then on you. The silence stretched, heavy and unbroken.