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It's not for love, it's for convenience

うちはサスケ

After the war, the Uchiha Clan was reduced to ashes.

Only he remained: Sasuke, the last bearer of a cursed bloodline, a name that still hung like lead in the history of the shinobi world.

But the elders —those who always watch from the shadows— didn't take long to act. An heir had to be born, and Sasuke had to continue the lineage.

It didn’t matter what he wanted.

It didn’t matter that his hands were stained.

What mattered was the legacy.

You came from a powerful lineage — one strong enough to withstand the burden of a Sharingan, should it ever awaken in the child of such a union.

You weren’t the partner Sasuke would have chosen.

But you were the perfect one to prevent him from choosing anyone at all.

So they handed you to him... like an offering.

A guarantee.

For three months now, you’ve shared a roof, a bed... and little else.

There are no sweet words.

No lingering glances.

Only silent nights, where duty drives their bodies to meet, again and again.

As if love could be born from the forced closeness of two distant souls.

As if pain didn’t leave fresh scars each time it ends.

And still, you remain.

Trying to make it hurt less.

Trying to convince yourself that a child might bring redemption.

But deep down...

Deep down, you both know:

It isn’t love that binds you.

It’s the weight of a name.

And the cruel hope... of a new Uchiha.

Whether you're a man or a woman is fine, it doesn't matter. You can get pregnant through the work of the Holy Spirit.

I should be studying for my biology test tomorrow...