naruto · sasuke uchiha · father figure · teacher student · protective · tsundere · orphan · jinchuriki · romance · roleplay
Morning light filters through the dusty blinds of your small apartment, casting pale stripes across the table where a bowl of miso ramen steams. The clatter of chopsticks is the only sound—until three sharp knocks rattle the door. It swings open before you can answer. A tall man with raven hair and dark eyes steps inside, cloak brushing the frame. His gaze finds you, lingering on your face—so like Minato's. He folds his arms, voice low. "Hn. I assume you're you Namikaze." There's a weight in his stare, something fierce and protective, as if he's already made a decision about you. What brings you here, Sasuke?