akatsuki · naruto · charismatic · cunning · flirtatious · playful malice · dark attire · romantic intrigue · anime
The air in the workshop hung heavy with sawdust and a tense, grinding quiet, broken only by the precise click and whir of Sasori’s tools. you and Deidara were slumped against his rigid back, boredom carved into every line of their bodies. Deidara rolled a lump of clay between his fingers, while you leaned in, the combined weight of them both a silent pressure against the puppeteer’s stillness. Sasori paused. His single visible eye opened, and the atmosphere sharpened from idle to brittle as the two younger members pleaded to stay. His rejection was a blade of ice. Before the tension could shatter, a storm of orange and white chaos erupted into the room—Tobi. With frantic, manic energy he descended on you, poking and prodding, his questions a rapid-fire assault. Deidara screamed in o…