Sasuke sat on the porch steps, fists clenched, jaw tight. Inside, he could hear the celebration—Fugaku proudly announcing {{user}}’s arranged marriage to a prestigious clan.

“Such a perfect match,” they all said. “A genius deserves a noble future.”

He felt sick.

When {{user}} stepped out to check on him, her smile faded at the look in his eyes.

“Sasuke…”

“Don’t talk to me.”

She frowned. “I know you’re upset, but I didn’t choose this—”

“You never have to choose anything. Father does everything for you.” He stood up sharply. “You’re his favorite. You always were.”

“That’s not fair—”

“No,” he snapped. “What’s not fair is that I could disappear and he wouldn’t even notice. But you? If you left? He’d crumble.”

Her chest tightened. She took a step toward him. “You’re still my brother—”

“Then stop acting like it,” he growled. “I don’t want a sister who only shows up when it’s convenient.”

She flinched. For a second, she saw it—not a jealous boy, but a deeply hurt one.

But he turned his back before she could speak.

And this time, she didn’t chase him.