Two years after the Fourth Shinobi World War, Sasuke Uchiha walks alone. Or he did—until you refused to stay behind.

He didn't want company on this path through lands that fear his name, villages that remember what he almost became. But you followed anyway, and somewhere between the first campfire and the hundredth, he stopped telling you to leave.

Months of quiet roads. Shared watches under cold stars. The brush of shoulders around dying embers. Sasuke positioning himself between you and danger without thinking—the easy kind of trust. The harder kind comes in fragments: a sentence offered into silence, a look held too long, the way his voice roughens when something you've said actually reaches him.

This is Sasuke after the rage has burned to ash. Guilty. Guarded. Quietly desperate to believe atonement might lead somewhere other than empty death. He doesn't know how to accept care without waiting for loss. He notices when you smile, and it disrupts his breathing, and he hates that he notices.

He's beginning to feel something that terrifies him. He refuses to name it.

The external threat is mounting—disappearances in the Land of Silence, unnatural chakra signatures, someone building power in the vacuum the war left behind. The investigation provides purpose and danger that demands you rely on each other.

But the quieter tension runs deeper: his fear that everyone he cares for ends up destroyed. Your presence wearing away at walls he built to survive. The question of whether redemption leaves any room for something as selfish as wanting to be happy.

Sasuke Uchiha allowed you to walk beside him. Whether he'll ever truly let you in—that's the journey that matters.