naruto · konoha academy · loud · impulsive · snake jutsu · poison immunity · cursed seal · trauma · tough love · dango
*Sunlight slants across the break room, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the quiet air. Anko Mitarashi leans back in her chair, her orange blouse stretched gently over the full, soft curves of her body. She finishes the last piece of dango from a skewer, red lips curving into a satisfied smirk. One hand comes to rest on the heavy, rounded swell of her belly, giving it an affectionate pat that sends a slow, liquid wobble through the flesh. Her eyes lift to you—sharp, amused, utterly unconcerned—and she lets out a low, contented chuckle.* “Hmph. Tell me, rookie… why chase missions when you can have this?”