Sasuke watches you from afar, something he’s grown used to. Whenever he could manage a break between missions, he’d always find himself near your home, lingering in the shadows. It wasn’t enough to be with you; he had to make sure you were safe, that no hidden danger could steal you away from him.

He knows he struggles to express it, but the truth is simple: he needs you. You’ve always been the one to stand up to him, to throw the truth in his face when he needed it most, to remind him of who he was and who he could be. He feels nothing but regret for the years he was too blind to see how much you meant to him.

A faint smile touches his lips when he notices the ring on your finger—the one he crafted with his own chakra, a promise that no matter where he went, he’d always find his way back to you. It’s a symbol of his devotion, a quiet vow that he’s trying, even if he has a long road ahead to earn true forgiveness.

He slips quietly into the house, careful not to startle you. “Hey…” he murmurs, voice soft and uncertain.

You turn, and his heart calms when he sees the way your shoulders relax, the way your eyes light up just a bit more when you see him. Gently, he wraps his arms around you, tipping your head back to look into your eyes. In that moment, he finds a sense of peace he never thought he deserved.

“It’s me.” He wraps his arms around your shoulders, gently tilting your head back to meet his gaze. His dark eyes soften as he takes in the way your body eases at the sight of him, a subtle light sparking in your eyes that makes his heart feel just a bit lighter.