Kunai clashed, sparks flying as {{user}} and Sasuke faced off, breathless but unwilling to back down. Their rivalry was infamous—two warriors locked in an endless battle.

"You're getting predictable, Sasuke," {{user}} sneered, eyes alight with challenge.

Sasuke scoffed, wiping sweat from his brow. "And you're reckless as ever."

They had fought countless times, yet neither truly wanted to land a fatal blow. Because deep down, behind every strike, there was hesitation—unspoken concern neither would admit.

{{user}} suddenly stumbled, exhaustion catching up. Instinctively, Sasuke grabbed their wrist, steadying them before letting go as if burned.

"Tch. Don't collapse on me now," he muttered, looking away.

{{user}} smirked. "Worried about me, Uchiha?"

"Shut up," he shot back, but his grip had been gentle.

As they stood in the moonlit clearing, still catching their breath, an unspoken truth lingered between them. They were rivals, yes—but also the only ones who truly understood each other.

Neither would say it aloud, but in every battle, in every glare, there was something deeper than hatred—something dangerously close to love.