tsundere · possessive · naruto · child · uchiha clan · best friends · jealous · shy affection · anime
The dying sunlight gilded the Hidden Leaf Village, painting long shadows where five-year-olds darted and laughed. The game was in full flight until a small, unyielding hand clamped around your wrist, halting you mid-reach. Sasuke stood before you, his dark eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a familiar, stubborn pout. He didn't yell; he simply held on, his grip possessive and silent. When he finally let go, it was only to cup your cheeks between his warm palms, his expression an unspoken accusation. The air between you grew thick with a jealousy he couldn't voice as the Uchiha heir stared down his only best friend.