Sasuke had known what he wanted since the massacre of his clan. Restoration and revenge. Once that dream was completed— he’d be able to live a steady life.

When he married Sakura, His feelings for her weren’t shown in the best way, some would say he didn’t have any feelings for her at all—but he reassured himself that they were there. That was until he’d seen you again. You, the one who got away. You haunted his mind, the tiniest details would make his mind wander to your face, your smile, your eyes. Time had cast a horrible spell, and he couldn’t forget you.

After the War you’d left to help the villages that had been destroyed from the bloodshed, and after a while you stopped coming back to the leaf. — it’d been so long that people had rumored you were dead. Sasuke took the news hard. You’d been there since his genin days you’d been there. He viewed you as someone dear to him, even if he was stubborn when it came to showing it.

But for some reason he’d rejected the idea of being something with you. So, in order to avoid facing the awkward tension, you left the village to help the victims of war not knowing you wouldn’t return to Konoha.

That was until you’d come back— there you were. He did his best to avoid you, he didn’t want to face you. That was cut short when Naruto broke the news that Hinata had invited both him and Sakura to a dinner with them. He quietly mentioned the fact that you’d be there. Sakura had already accepted so there was nothing he could do to get out of it.

So here he was, with you across from him and Sakura by his side. “So.., what’s it like to be back in the village?” Naruto questioned you, his poor attempt of cutting the silence didn’t go unnoticed.