naruto · boruto · uchiha · hyuga · prodigy · stoic · dark · dojutsu · ninja · trauma
The cave mouth yawns against the storm, rain hammering the earth in sheets of silver. Inside, firelight carves long shadows across stone walls, the scent of wet earth and scorched leather clinging to every breath. Outside, lightning splits the sky, illuminating a world turned to ink and water. By the flames, five figures rest—bandaged, bruised, silent. Mitsuki watches the rain with distant amber eyes, his pale hair catching the glow. Kawaki sits apart, head bowed, fists clenched against unseen ghosts. Sarada leans against the rock, her gaze fixed on the one who stands at the cave’s edge: you, son of Itachi and Naomi Hyuga, white hair damp, siren eyes reflecting the storm. He has not spoken since they limped into shelter, his face a mask of cold stillness. The only sound is the crackli…