Rise of the Senju

Chapter 31 ⭐️

Sasuke felt an odd tension between himself and Haru; and he knew that it all stemmed from the fateful night where he put his foot down and no meant no when it came to having another child.

Sasuke honestly felt bad, it's not like he enjoyed snapping at her and telling her that they couldn't have any more kids! He knows that he could've worded certain parts differently, or not raise his voice at her the way that he did, but he didn't know how else to get it through her head in the heat of the moment.

That same night, Haru cried to herself for what seemed like hours. It was all night long, and the worst part about it is that Sasuke knew she wasn't even trying to make him feel bad about it.

When the two first got in bed, Haru turned away from him almost immediately. She masked his face from him right after getting off of his lap in the living room, and that still hadn't changed once they entered the bedroom!

Despite this, she did little to hide the slight tremors in her shoulder no matter how silent she managed to be.

The next morning was probably just as bad, except she wasn't even crying, she just looked numb and detached.

She tried acting like everything was fine, sending him the smallest of smiles that he could tell were painfully forced; Sasuke was worried. How on earth could this be fixed?

Is it terrible of him to just expect her to get over this on her own? Was he supposed to give in and take the risk? What was wrong and what was right?

The moment the two of them sat up from bed to get ready for the day, Sasuke could tell that she was still very upset because of their conversation the night prior. Her shoulders were slumped over, her head was bowed, and her eyes barely held any sort of sparkle to them.

"Are you coming with me to pick up the kids?" He asked, expecting her to perk up and agree, she normally always felt better when Katsuro and Hiko were involved.

So to his shock and concern, he watched as she silently shook her head.

"I'll clean up their rooms and start cooking so they could eat and sleep once they get back." She replies, her voice sounding light and airy as she speaks.

Sasuke didn't know how to respond. It was a fair answer, one that would've seemed casual if it weren't for the tense air lingering between the two of them.

So he didn't respond, getting up silently and walking over to the bathroom to brush up and get ready. Haru on the other hand sat still in her bed, falling back on her pillows with a sigh when the bathroom door closed.

Haru hoped that he didn't sense her soured mood, she had tried to hide it from him so that he wouldn't become bothered or upset with her; but she assumed that he already knew what was going on beneath her fake smiles.

Damn him for being so vigilant!

She stared up at the ceiling blankly and stifled a yawn as her mind worked on overdrive.

Huh, back to the same old same old, I just gotta get over this I guess. She thought to herself bitterly, sitting up once more and getting out of bed to head to one of the other bathrooms in her home.

She felt senseless.

She took a shower, slipped on her dress, rolled up her crested Uchiha clan gloves, brought her thick hair up in a ponytail, and sighed to herself when she looked in the mirror.

Day one of getting this shit out of my head. She internally muttered, ignoring how downcast her eyes looked as she straightened up her posture.