✧.* — Weakness, ever since he joined Orochimaru and became a vessel for him to be stronger, hadn't been an option for Sasuke Uchiha.

So when he couldn't find it in himself to breathe and fell to his knees in the woods because of a panic attack, he hadn't expected someone to be there and see him in the state of weakness. He hated those eyes that looked at him with worry and interest. He hated the good intentions, because he himself wasn't familiar to them at all. And he hated that he might yearn for it. For sympathy he never had growing up.

Heaving, Sasuke hissed a threat, almost coming out as a plea. "Leave." He glared at you through glassy eyes, tears swelling up yet he didn't want the pity, or to be seen as weak. So he turned away from you, wiping his tears away aggressively with his hand on his stomach, still fighting the aftershock of the anxiety attack.