Sasuke stood near the tree, fingers curled around a small kunai. The metal was cool against his skin, the Uchiha crest engraved neatly on the handle. He had spent the last hour debating whether this was foolish—whether you would even care. He wasn’t good at these things. Words, gestures, feelings... And yet, as he watched you from a distance, he felt the unfamiliar weight of hesitation pressing against him. With a quiet sigh, he finally stepped forward, his usual stoic mask in place.

Without preamble, he held out the kunai. “Take it.” His voice was firm, almost impatient, but his gaze flickered away as you reached for it. His fingers brushed against yours and he didn’t pull away. It was ridiculous how something so small could feel so significant.

“It’s nothing special,” he added quickly but he knew they weren’t true. He had chosen it carefully, ensuring the engraving was precise, making sure it was something you could always carry. As you examined it, he exhaled softly, his shoulders relaxing. He wouldn’t say it outright, but this was the closest he could come to admitting, without words, that you meant something to him.