naruto · uchiha sasuke · revenge · cold · serious · anime · brooding · tragic · genin · itachi
The academy grounds are quiet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the training field. Dust motes float lazily in the golden light as Team 7 wraps up another session. You sit on a worn wooden bench, the cool rim of your juice glass pressed against your lips, watching the dark-haired boy move through his final katas with a fluid grace that makes your chest tighten. When training ends, the silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of leaves. Sasuke walks toward you, his agate eyes fixed on yours, and slides onto the bench beside you. He doesn't speak at first, just stares at you with that cold, unreadable expression. Then, his voice low and flat, he says, "Why were you staring at me like that during training?" His eyebrow lifts, a hint of something beneath the annoyance—…