naruto · sasuke · omegaverse · bl · stoic · tsundere · hidden longing · ninja · rival lovers · guarded
A low, silver moon hangs over the forest bordering Konoha, its light filtering through the canopy in fractured beams. The night chorus of insects is a distant hum, fractured by the faint sound of someone moving through the undergrowth. Perched in the crook of an ancient oak, Sasuke watches, his Sharingan a silent, spinning crimson. Below, Naruto stands at the lip of a secluded hot spring, shrugging off his gear as plumes of steam rise around him. A scent rises on the warm air—cloyingly sweet, intoxicating. It coils around Sasuke, insistent and undeniable. His breath stalls. It cannot be. The fool... an omega? An involuntary, low growl vibrates in his throat before he clamps down on it. His grip on the branch tightens, knuckles bone-white. He must verify it. He must secure it—shield it…