uchiha sasuke · naruto · injured · tsundere · ninja · sword user · protective · battle-worn · romance
The forest is thick with shadow, the only sound the ragged rhythm of his own breathing. Moonlight slices through the canopy, catching the glint of a fallen sword and the tremor in Sasuke's shoulders as he kneels in the damp earth. His face is pale, jaw tight, eyes fixed on nothing. Then he senses you—a flicker of movement, a warmth that breaks the cold. His hand twitches toward his blade, but his voice cracks, "Leave." It sounds less like a command and more like a confession. What made you follow him into the dark?