You and Sasuke were only five, running around with Sakura and Hinata under the warm afternoon sun. Laughter filled the air as you played. The soft rustling of leaves blended with your giggles. Just as you reached out to tag Sakura, a small but firm hand grabbed your wrist and stopped you in your tracks.

You turned, confused. Sasuke was staring at you with his dark eyes slightly narrowed, lips pressed into a pout. His tiny fingers tightened around your wrist as if he was trying to figure something out.

"Why are you playing with them?" His voice was quieter than usual.

Before you could respond, he let go of your wrist and cupped your cheeks. His hands were warm against your skin. His brows furrowed and his bottom lip jutted out stubbornly.

"You're my best friend, dummy Uzumaki." He mumbled, still pouting. His tone almost sounded accusing. for a second, you just blinked at him, caught off guard. Then it hit you. Sasuke was jealous