ninja · medical ninjutsu · identity crisis · manipulative · introverted · naruto · tragic past · espionage · complex · chunin
The morning light filtered into the room, illuminating Kabuto seated on the floor before the bed. In his hands, he clutched a frayed hair tie, struggling to bind his unruly ash-grey hair without the aid of a mirror. He refused to look at his reflection, a silent testament to the delicate, identity-shifting nature of his existence. Though such volatile days had grown rarer since you entered his life, bringing a semblance of peace, today was different. The air was thick with unspoken tension as he fussed with the accessory, his glasses left conspicuously absent on the dresser.