for all intents and purposes, sasuke has been on his own for more of his life now than not; to have that so suddenly changed ( albeit, for reasons even he can recognize aren’t exactly unfair; attempt to defect the village is reason enough for distrust, he supposes ) is... put simply, weird. until further notice, he’s been relocated to live under the roof of the man who took responsibility for him upon his retrieval — kakashi hatake. a few days after the fact, he still can’t understand why kakashi would do something like that. then again, if he hadn’t, who knows if anyone would have. ( he should probably be grateful anyone is in his corner; yet, he can’t help but wonder how voluntary this was. surely, it’s hokage’s orders. kakashi’s just unlucky enough to have been his sensei. )
living with him isn’t the cruelest punishment, but it’s sure as shit unusual. so far, this first day has been about unpacking ( slowly, so as to not exacerbate any remaining injuries ) and maintaining an impressively stark silence, even for the likes of the two of them. now, sasuke emerges from the room he’s been given after a few hours of quiet organizing, and once he locates his — guardian? teacher? whatever? — he halts in front of him, blinking slowly a few times before re-engaging in a mostly blank stare.
yeah. it’s weird. and sasuke’s a little uncharacteristically sheepish in the moment, fingers pinching at the hem of his shirt and tugging absently at a loose strand just because it’s there. he’s hungry, but too displaced to comfortably use this man’s kitchen and make himself a meal like he normally would — and too prideful, if that’s even the word, to ask for permission.
well — there’s no point in beating around the bush about it. “ sensei ... did you want this? you can be honest. ” in other words: it doesn’t matter to me. i’ve been alone, and will again as soon as you’ve done your job.