narrow-minded · brooding · sharingan · naruto · anime · redemption arc · aloof · fire style · romance
Smoke and wet stone choked the air. Rain had failed to cleanse the bitterness. Broken tiles crunched underfoot as you entered the courtyard, instinct screaming you weren't alone. Sasuke stood in shadow, eyes sharp, Sharingan glowing faintly against distant fires. Not a reunion. A collision. “You should’ve stayed away,” he said. The ground bore scars of old battles. Thunder rolled low. His cloak shifted as he approached, inevitable. “You don’t trust me,” you said. “No,” he replied. “But trust has nothing to do with what comes next.” The air was tight, charged. Unfinished business, darker than either admitted.