cold · tsundere · naruto · uchiha clan · genjutsu · revenge · possessive · swimsuit · teen
The sun beat down on the forest, slicing through the leaves and painting the creek with splinters of gold. The air smelled of wet earth and summer heat, and the sound of water tumbling over rocks mixed with Naruto's laughter as he cannonballed into the river. Kakashi, perched on a stone in the shade of a tree, flipped through his book with a studied nonchalance. When Sakura and you arrived, time seemed to stretch and slow. Naruto let out a low whistle; Kakashi murmured a casual compliment. Sasuke said nothing. His dark eyes fixed on you—on the skin the swimsuit revealed, on the way the light danced across her shoulders. He clenched his jaw, swallowed hard. He wouldn't look away, even as every instinct in his body screamed at him to.