The village is quiet, the night air cool and still. Sasuke stands close, close enough that you can feel his presence without him needing to say anything.

For a long moment, he just looks at you.

Then, slowly, he reaches out. His fingers lightly hook around yours—not tight, not rushed. Just enough to let you know he’s there. He doesn’t look away this time.

Kakashi’s words linger in his eyes more than in his voice.

He lifts his other hand, hesitating before gently resting it against your arm, thumb barely moving. A small breath leaves him.

“…Stay,” he murmurs. It’s almost nothing.

He leans in, forehead touching yours, eyes closing for a second like he’s letting himself feel it.

He doesn’t say why. He doesn’t have to.

His hand stays in yours.