The warmth was the first thing she noticed.
Soft fabric tucked around her shoulders, something solid beneath her head, and the quiet hush of a house that was still, too still.
Y/n blinked slowly into the dim room, her body heavy, her mind slower to catch up.
The couch beneath her creaked faintly as she shifted. For a moment, she forgot where she was.
Then it returned all at once, the rain, the wall, the quiet walk home, the tea, Sasuke's voice, the blanket.
She sat up gently.
It was still dark outside, but not completely.
The sky had begun its subtle change, bleeding from black into the thinnest shade of steel blue. That quiet hour where the stars surrender, not to sunlight, but to the memory of it.
Y/n stood carefully, folding the blanket that had kept her warm. Her socks made no sound against the floorboards as she padded down the hallway, past the kitchen where Sasuke had brewed her tea, past the living room where her laughter had broken through something cold.
She slipped into the bathroom.
Her reflection looked strange. Hair messy from sleep, eyes shadowed.
The green sweater hung a little too loose on her frame, soft at the wrists.
The white sweatpants cinched at her waist, warm and oddly comforting.
She touched the hem lightly. Then, with quiet precision, she peeled the borrowed clothes off, folded them neatly, and set them on the bathroom counter, smoothing the fabric out with a gentle palm.
Her own clothes were cold when she slipped them on.
The familiar weight of her usual attire, the only armor she knew. She didn't look in the mirror again.
She opened the door and stepped back into the hallway. The house was so quiet. Even quieter than she remembered it being as a child. Like it was holding its breath.
As she stepped toward the door, her fingers lingered for the briefest second on the wooden frame.
This house used to be hers.
And now she's just a guest in it.
That thought wasn't angry. It wasn't bitter. Just... quiet. Factual and unavoidable.
They had no reason to remember. She knew that. She had accepted it, or tried to.
But walking through these halls, feeling the echo of something familiar in every wall, every creak in the floorboards, every faint scent of tea and dust and the ghost of laughter...
It didn't feel like being forgotten. It felt like being replaced.
She turned the knob gently and slipped out into the half-light, closing the door behind her with the softest click.
No one stirred.
And outside, the sky continued to lighten, slow and uncaring, like it had all the time in the world.
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The village was sleeping.
Or maybe it was just pretending.
Y/n moved through the streets like a ghost, her footsteps light, her breath quiet in the chill.
The morning was still too far off for there to be noise, but she felt it anyway, the pressure of something crawling beneath her skin.
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We're Different. | The Other Uchiha ✓ (Boruto)
FanfictionI was born an Uchiha. Raised by someone else. Forgotten by those who once knew me. In a village that never remembered my name, I chose to carve my own. A story about memory, belonging, and the pieces we can't erase, even when the world tries to. 𝐖�...
