[ morning training, of course. he's there religiously, unless he's had a Watch shift, or has a mission to go on. he considers her for a moment, the black of his eyes lingering on her face. it isn't that she doesn't seek him out, but there's a weight to it, in the way her weight is held, in the way she's watching him. the way she asks.
Sasuke doesn't have much in his room, but none of them have been in it without his invitation (he acknowledges this difference, between himself and Naruto, but Sasuke still doesn't sleep well with his back to the door anymore).
he takes a step back, and lets her into his room.
it's sparsely decorated, if it could be called that. his clothes are folded, the gifts he's collected over time are tidily put away. the gilded sword leans in the corner of his room, the darkest corner.
gross!!!!!
Sasuke doesn't have much in his room, but none of them have been in it without his invitation (he acknowledges this difference, between himself and Naruto, but Sasuke still doesn't sleep well with his back to the door anymore).
he takes a step back, and lets her into his room.
it's sparsely decorated, if it could be called that. his clothes are folded, the gifts he's collected over time are tidily put away. the gilded sword leans in the corner of his room, the darkest corner.
he leaves the door ajar behind her. ]
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