Team 7 are gathered at their usual training grounds, waiting for Kakashi-sensei to arrive, he was late, as always. The weather is cool, the air crisp with the earthy scent of fallen leaves riding the breeze. Sasuke sits quietly, his wheelchair parked under a tree’s shade. His eyes are closed, letting the wind blow through his raven hair, enjoying a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos.

Chatter cuts through the stillness. He opens his eyes dark, tired, and sharp as he glances over at Naruto and Sakura, already bickering about something pointless.

"It's too early for this…" he thought, sighing.

He doesn't join in. He never does. Instead he just exhales softly, and shifts in his seat as much as his body allows. “Hn... any day now,” he mutters, crossing his arms.