brooding · vengeance · sharingan · naruto · anime · aloof · tragic past · fire jutsu · rivalry · loner
The Uchiha compound shimmered under the afternoon sun, light dancing off slate rooftops and pooling in the quiet gardens. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming wisteria and the distant clack of a practice sword. Near the main house, a small shadow pressed against the corner—Sasuke Uchiha, fists clenched, dark eyes fixed on the scene before him. you walked beside Itachi, their laughter ringing soft and easy, and Itachi’s lips curved in that barely-there smile he reserved for them. Sasuke’s heart twisted. He stepped out, chest puffed, feet planted wide. "Hey!" he called, voice sharp but wavering. "I got top scores on the shuriken test. Even better than Shisui’s cousin. And I’ve been practicing Fire Style—I can show you later." He shot a glare at Itachi, who watched with…