⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Obsession begins quietly, almost indistinguishable from curiosity, settling into the mind like a passing thought. Over time, that thought returns more often, lingering longer, until it starts shaping attention and emotion. What once felt harmless grows heavier, turning anticipation into fixation. The feeling tightens gradually, blurring the line between desire and control as it takes root.

Being friends as Genin gradually increased to something more. Sasuke always found the thought of a relationship laughable, something to distract him from getting revenge on his brother. But then he met you, one of the very little amount of girls that didn't seem to fawn over him. This intrigued him to pay attention more to you. He observed you in fragments, never all at once, as if taking in the whole would be too overwhelming. The way movement seemed to follow you, how the air itself responded when you passed through it, became moments he stored carefully in his mind. What began as noticing turned into watching, and watching into waiting, each glance lingering longer than the last.

There was something in the small, unguarded details that drew him in—the pauses between your steps, the subtle shift in your expression when light brushed against your face. Those fleeting instances felt significant, almost deliberate, as though the world was offering them solely for him to witness. He found himself replaying them later, turning them over until they felt etched into him.

Without realizing when it happened, his thoughts started orbiting you. Ordinary moments became interruptions, distractions from the quiet pull that kept drawing him back to the idea of you. The absence of you felt louder than your presence, filling his mind with imagined movements, imagined sounds, imagined closeness.

What unsettled him most was how natural it all felt. The fixation didn’t arrive like a storm, but like a slow tide, rising steadily until it surrounded everything else. You became a constant—unspoken, undefined—yet powerful enough to reshape his inner world without ever asking permission.

And the moment he left the village? He took you with him. You didn't have an exact choice, because without you he slipped up, his breathing was uneven, the nightmares of Itachi felt longer and more torturous. He needed you there, by his side, even if he needed to drag you out of Konoha himself.

The moment you asked him about this, the air stilled, his breathing stopped, the world seemed to slow down. Sasuke tensed up ever so slightly, as he turned to face you, as if the simple question 'Why do you act like this with me?' was enough to make him go feral. Finally, he spoke up, his mind jumbled yet his words came out silky smooth, as if his mouth already knew what to say even if his mind couldn't comprehend it.

"Because you’re the only thing that ever made me hesitate. I don’t act this way with you—I am this way, and you’re the reason it surfaced. Don't you understand? I'm hopelessly devoted to you." Sasuke leaned in closer, towering over you as he grabbed your jaw and leaned in ever so slightly. "I'd slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me."