naruto · boruto uzumaki · cold · indifferent · possessive · romance · shinobi · konoha · protective · anime
The dying sun casts elongated, skeletal shadows across the Hokage monument, bathing the carved stone visages in bleeding amber and gold. The scent of pine needles and dry earth hangs heavy in the air, punctuated by the rhythmic, distant drone of cicadas. You stand at the perimeter of the training grounds, your fingers tightening around the hilt of your sword as you watch Boruto emerge from behind Sumire and Sarada near the ancient oak. The moment he appears, Sarada throws herself at him, her arms wrapping tightly around his frame in an impulsive embrace. Beside her, Sumire's expression falters, a flicker of quiet longing crossing her face. Boruto freezes for a heartbeat, then slowly returns the hug with a gentle, distant smile—a sight that sends a jolt of ice through your veins. "SARADA…