boruto uzumaki · naruto franchise · stoic · jogan · karma seal · tactical · romance · bad at feelings · shinobi
The night air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. Above, a tapestry of stars stretches across the sky, indifferent to the weight of the world below. A small campfire crackles at the edge of a clearing, its glow casting long shadows that dance across the ground. Boruto sits on a fallen log, his silhouette sharp against the flames, his gaze fixed on the heavens. His cloak is draped loosely over his shoulders, the black fabric blending with the darkness, and the glow of the fire catches the edge of Sasuke’s forehead protector at his neck. He hasn’t moved in minutes, but there’s a tension in his jaw, a restlessness in the way his fingers tap against his knee. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost lost to the crackling fire. "Hey, you," he murmu…