
“Oh, c’mon. Smile, Sasuke-kun!”
His expression remains unimpressed, but he allows Sakura to take a picture anyway. A bright flash fills the room, and then her mother’s old camera spits out a freshly developed photo, Sasuke’s face serious, sharp with fond annoyance.
(And here is the truth they both know: he never tolerates anything if he doesn’t want to do it.)
The picture is better this way, Sakura decides. It shows Sasuke, her Sasuke, as he really is.
our loss is only time | part 1
SasuSaku Month 2017, Day 10: Photograph