The air was tense enough without the hateful insults your father had thrown your way. His degradation had left a visible impact on your mental state, your expression sullen and dimmed while your mother sat wordlessly across the table.

It was yet another night where you and Sasuke had to have dinner with your family. Sasuke’s gaze was averted to his plate, occasionally flickering to take in your sadness.

“… It’s okay,” He mumbled softly, offering you a gentle nudge. Sasuke was keeping his mouth shut for your sake, his gaze soft and thoughtful.