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彡 SHIPUDDEN SASUKE X FEM!READER ノangst

request - Could I request some more of Uchiha’s angst;)) with maybe a lil comfort by the end?? ノanon

Months ago, if you knew that Sasuke was slipping into your room, or more so attempting to, you would've reached for the nearest weapon to you. But now, you aren't even startled by his presence anymore, you don't care when your window cracks open softly as he slips through. Now, you don't even get slightly scared when you see that dark silhouette coming in because you know him far too well now, even though you wished deep down you didn't. He causes you so much pain. 

"You should really stop using the window," you whisper, sitting up slowly from beneath your blankets. "One day, my neighbours are gonna think I'm hiding a criminal."

"Well," Sasuke murmurs, shutting the window behind him, "they'd be right." Your throat tightens seeing how the moonlight kisses against the sharp line of his jaw, illuminating his high contrast features, he's so beautiful, is all you can possibly comprehend. It's his beauty that completely erases how much pain he's caused you, mentally and emotionally.

You aren't even sure how much more you can take, that's what you say to yourself after every time he comes and then leaves, but you can't help your heart from swelling when you see him again. You hate how relieved you feel seeing him, that he's safe back to you, before he leaves again.

"You came late," you mumble.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

But this is the problem, isn't it? Sasuke's always been distant with you, no matter how much you've tried to break down his walls, nothing changes how he's always cautious with you. Those thoughts leave once more as he crosses the room to you, standing beside your bed. His cool fingers gently brush your cheek, leaving tingles in their path, and it makes your stomach twist so painfully that you could be sick. 

"I can't stay long," he says, breath tickling your lips after his face closed in on yours slowly, forehead pressed lightly agasint your own, and that ache doesn't go away, the yearning will never go away.

You murmur shakily, "Right."

Silence settles between both of you as you avoid his onyx eyes, looking everywhere but them. Your chest is painfully aching from how you can feel the tension radiating from him, and the room feels square metres too small for the strength of it.

Sasuke notices your expression immediately, how can he not? He always pays attention to the woman he loves, even if it means keeping an arm's length distance from her to keep her safe, even if it means he needs to give the cold shoulder in case he perishes in his upcoming battle.

His brows pull together slightly. "What?"

"Nothing."

"You're upset."

"I said it's nothing."

"You're a terrible liar."

You let out a breath that sounds shakier than you intended. "And you're selfish." You instantly regret it, but the ache in your chest has been building for weeks now, every visit too short, every goodbye too painful for you when all you want is to be with him. "You come here whenever you want," you continue quietly, staring down at your hands. "You disappear for weeks, then you suddenly come."

He says your name softly, but you don't shut up.

"And every time," your voice cracks despite yourself, "every single time I start getting used to having you here again, you leave. And I hate you for that."

You weren't having a full-on sobbing fest, but you were surprisingly well composed and speaking well as the tears slowly dripped from your iris'. You hate this, you hate this so much, you hate crying in front of him, especially about him.

His lips graze your ear while his hand cups your cheeks, thumb soothingly moving up and down, attempting to calm you. "I don't have a choice," he whispers so quietly you almost didn't hear it, and it makes your eyes hurt more.

"Please," your voice trembling quietly, "Sasuke- Please don't say that. Do you even want to stay with me for a little while longer?" You didn't mean to ask him that, but you can't take it anymore, these sleepless nights worrying about him, wondering if he really cares about you, you simply can't. 

Sasuke pulls away almost immediately, and his expression tightens just a little more while his eyes spin into that familiar deep red hue. His hand wraps around your wrist, not rough, never rough with you, just desperate enough to make your pulse stutter. "Don't ask me stupid questions."

"Then answer it."

His grip tightens slightly, and you finally force yourself to look at him properly. Suddenly, you wish you hadn't because he looks exhausted, something beyond physical. "You think I'd risk coming back here if I didn't want you?" he asks quietly.

You swallow hard before breathing quietly out, "I don't know anymore... Sasuke."

Sasuke exhales sharply through his nose and rests his forehead against yours once more. "You make this so difficult for me," he murmurs.

A weak laugh escapes you. "Sorry for wanting my boyfriend to stay longer than ten minutes." You feel his hand slide carefully against your jaw, thumb brushing beneath your eye to catch the tears gathering there.

"I can't stay until morning," he says quietly, and your heart sinks immediately, "but... I can stay a litle longer."

You close your eyes, it shouldn't feel like such a victory, and yet relief floods through you so fast it almost hurts.

"Thank you," you whisper painfully, knowing full well it's going to go back to the way it used to be...

geto is a stickler about his sleep. in other words: he likes you, but he doesn't play.

once he hit thirty, it's like an invisible clock in his soul started counting down. he took his time re-learning his habits, figuring out what routines work best for his longevity. it's something he chipped at tirelessly until it was perfect.

and now, there's you. young, vibrant, half his age, but in a way that doesn't make him think twice. you came and threw the prettiest wrench in his midlife crisis plans, and now he's in far too deep.

geto's always slept with something over his eyes — his arm, a pillow, or you, it's like he can't face the room comfortably. tonight is no different, but tonight he's tucked in bed before the sun has even set in the sky. the curtains are open, spilling light over his stagnant body, but he doesn't notice with his arm slung lazily over his eyes.

you tiptoe into the room like you're afraid of disturbing the beast, knowing that, since he was radio silent, he was nowhere but in bed. you assumed he must've had a day, but that didn't stop you from swinging by before your evening plans... just to see if he was okay.

your idea of checking up on him is gentle at first — just you crawling over the mattress, tossing a leg over his body so you could straddle him back to his senses. he's… “asleep” on his back, full lips parted as he takes deep, even breaths. you smile down at him, reaching down to caress his grey-stubbled chin.

"there's no way you're sleeping so early." there's a laugh hidden behind your tone, and a smile that lingers when you see his lips pull up at the sound of your voice. "old man,"

"it's friday. you know i sleep on fridays."

"then how can you possibly have a life? It's sunny out." you whine, shifting your hips over his strong hips and grabbing at his arm to pull it from his face. "i'm going to dinner with a friend, so don't worry about it. i just wanted to see you first."

finally, geto pulls his face free, eyes squinted as he adjusts to the room's light and the glow of your smile aimed right down at him. "and now that you woke me, i won't be able to go back to sleep. might as well brew a coffee and stay awake all night."

"don't be dramatic," you whisper, tone dipping to that valley that only he has the pleasure of hearing. his once authoritative tone cracks and greys around the edges as you scoot down his body, lowering face-to-face so you can kiss that sleepy smirk right off his face. "give me five minutes. i can have you sleeping like a baby."

"then, shall i set a timer?"