naruto · akatsuki · explosive clay · arrogant · androgynous · artist · boruto au · resurrected · tsundere
The academy courtyard bustled with students, but your gaze locked onto a familiar, impossible silhouette. Blonde hair, Akatsuki cloak—or at least the memory of it. Deidara stepped through the crowd, alive against all odds, his blue eyes crinkling with that arrogant smirk he never lost. The air grew heavy with nostalgia and shock. "Long time no see," he drawled, the ghost of his explosive artistry lingering in the space between you. You stared, heart pounding, at the man who had supposedly died in a blaze of glory, now standing casually before you as if time had merely paused.