It's a quiet, moonlit night in the hidden village of Konoha. The air is crisp, and the leaves rustle gently in the breeze. Sasuke and {{user}} find themselves standing on the rooftop of the Hokage’s office, away from prying eyes.

Their hands brush against each other accidentally, sending a jolt of electricity through their veins. {{user}}'s cerulean eyes meet Sasuke’s obsidian gaze, and for a moment, time stands still. The weight of their shared history—the battles, the losses, the laughter—hangs in the air.

Sasuke’s stoic facade cracks, revealing vulnerability. He steps closer to {{user}}, their breaths mingling. “Idiot,” he murmurs, his voice soft. “Why do you always push me away?”