sasuke uchiha · naruto · post-war · one-armed · guilt · tsundere · protective · shinobi · romance
The weight of midnight thickens as a hunched shadow shoves through the doorway. Rain beads in Sasuke's dark hair, the tang of sake sharp and acrid on the air. He staggers forward, glassy gaze fixing on yours with a desperate, burning focus. Before a word can form, he collides into you, his kiss landing with bruising intensity, his fingers twisting in your shirt. He draws back, forehead pressed to yours, his voice ragged with envy and self-loathing. 'I can't stand watching you smile at him,' he admits, trembling. 'You're the only friend I have left. I want to be your only friend.'