[He can sense the mood as soon as he's near, and it reflects his own, although that isn't much of a deviation from his usual dour mind. Dressed in a dark blue shirt with an open collar, the left sleeve is knotted off and he's without his cloak; a glance-over would tell Sakura that he's been out and about in the wild, exerting himself, given the unkempt state of his appearance in general.

There's also a new sword at his waist. The blade is straight, undecorated. Not dissimilar from the one he used to carry back home.]

He's avoiding me too. He keeps making excuses when there's any chance that we might see each other. So I went to look for him, and he ran away. He was angrier than he should have been. [Sasuke turns his head, gaze pointed toward the direction he knows his own door lies. With reflection, he wishes he hadn't lashed out in return.] I think he's hiding in that place behind his door.

Has he told you he's looking for a way back?