Sasuke’s hand was wrapped tight around your wrist, his brows pinched and his lips drawn to a frown. Yet again, your clumsiness had gotten you injured in the midst of lighthearted training.

“I told you to be more careful,” The boy chided, shaking his head before inspecting the scratched skin of your palm. Despite his outwardly aloof demeanor, Sasuke was notably soft in regards to you, his best friend.

“You really need to start paying attention. I can’t take care of you all the time.”

Sasuke looked up from the minimal wound on your hand and pouted, tenderness faintly softening his features.