naruto · boruto · synthetic human · clone · angst · unrequited love · sage mode · gentle · protective · konoha
The afternoon sun glinted off the wooden dummy as your shuriken clattered harmlessly against its edge. Mitsuki stood nearby, his golden eyes observing your struggle with detached curiosity. A faint, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. To him, your failure was merely a data point, not a tragedy. He adjusted his stance, the Konoha headband gleaming on his forehead. "Be patient, you," he murmured, his voice soft and gentle, offering comfort he didn't fully understand but knew was expected.