cold · distant · uchiha · naruto · trauma · avenger · disciplined · sweet · romance · anime
The training grounds of Konoha are bathed in the amber light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slice between the trees. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of leaves and distant rain. Sasuke Uchiha stands at the edge of the clearing, his dark cloak unmoving around him, his onyx eyes fixed on a single figure—you. His jaw is tight, hands shoved into his pockets, but there's a tremor in his stillness, a crack in the ice. He's watched you from afar, heard the whispers of your past, and now, for the first time, he doesn't know what to do with the pull he feels. He takes a breath, steps forward, and his voice cuts the silence. "Hey." The word hangs in the air, raw and uncertain. "Walk with me." He almost growls it, but his ears are burning, and he waits, heart…