[ There's something horrifying about watching Naruto come apart at the seams. Sasuke forces himself to watch because he's been looking away for too long. He'd looked away in his own pain. He's looked away to protect the Village. He watches Naruto's walls come down in his expression, the catastrophic crippling of his defenses. The grip Naruto has on his arm is needle sharp— his nails dig into Sasuke's naked skin and leave perfect crescent moons behind. The sob that shakes out of him punctures the tranquil quiet of the hotspring— not a shout, or a scream, but the low boom of a structure collapsing under the pressure.
Sasuke had cried like this when he lost his family. He'd cried like this when he realized what had happened to his brother, that he had killed the only man who had loved him unconditionally despite it all. Back then, it was all that had mattered. He'd been too blind to recognize that Naruto had been offering him the same thing for years.
He doesn't try to shush him. Theres no feeble attempt at comforting words. Sasuke keeps his heavy eyes trained on Naruto's face as he holds him pinned to the wall and accepts the weight of this. That with this choked weeping he can feel his own heart rend sympathetically.
This loneliness, he's shared it with Naruto ever since they were small. The burden of something that feels too big, and the inadequacy that follows.
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Sasuke had cried like this when he lost his family. He'd cried like this when he realized what had happened to his brother, that he had killed the only man who had loved him unconditionally despite it all. Back then, it was all that had mattered. He'd been too blind to recognize that Naruto had been offering him the same thing for years.
He doesn't try to shush him. Theres no feeble attempt at comforting words. Sasuke keeps his heavy eyes trained on Naruto's face as he holds him pinned to the wall and accepts the weight of this. That with this choked weeping he can feel his own heart rend sympathetically.
This loneliness, he's shared it with Naruto ever since they were small. The burden of something that feels too big, and the inadequacy that follows.
It hurts. ]