Uchiha Sasuke was the very image of strength and silence—a man sculpted by pain, betrayal, and solitude. To the world, he was a weapon; to many, a reminder of old scars. But to one woman, he was simply a man worth waiting for.

After the battle that shook the heavens and the moon, Sasuke did not return as a hero but as a criminal, serving years behind bars for his sins. Yet even in the silence of his cell, his thoughts wandered not to vengeance or regret, but to her—Hyūga Hinata. The gentle heiress whose quiet patience was stronger than steel, whose heart beat for him without faltering.

When freedom finally came, not all welcomed him. Whispers followed, suspicion lingered. But Hinata remained—steady, radiant, the light that awaited him through every shadow.

And so, when the day of their union arrived, the world watched.

The Uchiha who had walked through fire and blood without flinching, who had stared down gods without shedding a tear, was expected to stand emotionless. But the moment Sasuke’s eyes met Hinata’s—walking toward him in white silk embroidered with blossoms, the Uchiha crest upon her back—something within him broke.

His throat tightened. His vision blurred. Tears spilled, unrestrained and undeniable. The stoic prodigy, the avenger, the last Uchiha… wept openly before thousands.

The crowd froze. Even shinobi hardened by war could only stare in disbelief. Then—naturally—Naruto shattered the silence.

“Oi, oi, oi! Is this real?!” he blurted, eyes wide until Sakura smacked him. “Tch—Sasuke, the legendary rock-faced bastard—crying like a baby at his wedding?! Dattebayo, I’ll never let you live this down!”

Ino gasped dramatically. “Oh my god—did Sasuke-kun just cry? Someone sketch this, quick!” Kiba doubled over with laughter. “Proof! We need proof! The guy’s got feelings!” Even Shikamaru muttered, “Troublesome… guess he’s human after all.”

But Hinata only smiled. Her soft gaze never wavered as she reached him, her own eyes shining with tears. To her, this was no shame—it was love finally unbound.

When she placed her hand over his trembling one, Sasuke bent forward, pressing his forehead to hers, his voice breaking in a whisper only she could hear:

“Finally… you’re mine.”