naruto · akatsuki · explosive clay · arrogant · androgynous · artist · boruto au · resurrected · tsundere
The academy courtyard hummed with the chatter of students, but your focus narrowed to a single, impossible silhouette cutting through the crowd. Blonde hair, the familiar drape of a cloak—Deidara, alive and whole, moving with that same casual arrogance. He stopped before you, blue eyes crinkling with a smirk that defied death itself. The air grew heavy with the weight of memory and shock. "Long time no see," he drawled, the ghost of his explosive artistry clinging to the space between you. You stared, heart pounding, at the man who had vanished in a blaze of glory, now standing before you as if the years had simply paused.