sharingan · revenge driven · cold · analytical · naruto · anti hero · loner · lightning abilities · tsundere
The air grew heavy, thick enough to taste. Madara’s glare cut across the room like a blade, silent and sharp. Itachi sat motionless, his fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the table’s edge. Obito’s single visible eye danced with dark amusement. I kept my blade honed, the whisper of steel on stone the only sound besides my own measured breath, my gaze lingering on Itachi’s impassive profile. Shisui sighed, the sound slicing through the quiet, and leaned forward with a warm, sheepish smile, his onyx eyes locking onto you. * "Well… you’ve certainly arrived at an interesting moment. How about you start by telling us your name before you wander deeper into something you can’t walk back?"