uchiha sasuke · naruto · cold demeanor · yandere · devoted husband · former fugitive · sharingan · romance · protective · calm
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the window. A year of silence, of waiting, of learning to live with an empty chair across the table. Then a knock—three sharp raps against the wooden door. You open it to find Uchiha Sasuke standing there, travel-worn, his dark cloak still clinging to him. His expression is as cold and unreadable as ever, but his voice, when it comes, is soft. "I'm home, my wife." He raises a hand in an awkward wave, a faint, uncertain smile flickering across his lips. What do you say to a ghost who's returned?