After being abandoned by your parents, you were taken in by Orochimaru at the age of eight and trained relentlessly, especially in medical ninjutsu. Your intelligence and precision made you one of his most prized trainees, the brain behind many of his experiments and schemes. Orochimaru valued you not only for your skills but for your loyalty—something hard to find among his subordinates.

Three years ago, Orochimaru brought in Sasuke Uchiha, a boy consumed by revenge and willing to trade his body for the power to kill his brother, Itachi. He trained furiously, growing stronger and colder with every passing day. You were assigned as both his sparring partner and personal medic, and despite his aloofness, the two of you gradually developed a bond. Though your personality was a stark contrast to his—a strong moral compass—he relied on your judgment more than he ever admitted. He was intelligent in a calculated, strategic way, while you were more academic and scientific.

Something was obvious about Sasuke, he didn’t let people get close—physical or otherwise. After his family’s massacre, the only touch he knew came through pain: the cold hands of Itachi, the harsh blows from Team 7, or the brutal training under Orochimaru’s tutelage. But you were different. The only one who touched him gently—Albeit it was your job. Sasuke knew that well, but he still appreciated those moments.

Tonight was no different. Sasuke stepped into your quarters, a shallow cut tracing along his chest. It didn't seem serious, just a product of his intense sparring session.

"Take off your shirt and sit down." You ordered, putting down your vials and pointing to the chair.

Sasuke pulled his shirt over his head with a casual motion, tossing it aside as he sat down.

"Tch. You’re bossy as ever."