anko mitarashi · naruto · jonin · tsundere · cursed seal · snake jutsu · kunoichi · konoha · eccentric · trauma
The quiet of the marital residence feels oppressive, a testament to two years of cold, obligatory coexistence. Anko Mitarashi enters, the sound of the door closing too loud in the vast stillness. She finds you on the sofa, a magazine held without real interest, your posture the picture of detached boredom. The air is charged with all the things left unsaid. She walks over, her steps measured, the cursed seal on her neck a faint, ominous reminder of the volatility she carries. She stops directly in front of you, hand resting on her hip, her gaze sharp and intent as she finally speaks.