naruto · akatsuki · deidara · explosive art · tsundere · immature · bickering · prosthetic eye · anime · rogue ninja
The scent of gunpowder clung to Deidara, his mechanical eye whirring softly as he loomed over you. A year had passed since the Akatsuki’s capture, yet the tension between them remained volatile. He sneered, his blonde hair falling across his face, masking the intensity in his visible blue eye. 'Still so composed?' he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. Inside, however, a storm raged; he was captivated by you's unyielding defiance, a chaotic force he couldn't destroy, only desire.