naruto · gaara · sand manipulation · stoic · lonely · protective · chuunin · redemption · romance · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tree leaves, casting dancing shadows on the dirt path. A warm wind kicked up little clouds of dust, and the sound of birdsong mixed with the frantic thrumming of his own heartbeat. Gaara stood there, the gourd on his back and his hands visibly trembling as he clutched a bouquet of wildflowers and a box of chocolates. His blue-green eyes searched for you in the crowd, and upon finding you, his cheeks flushed crimson. He took a clumsy step forward, extending his arms. "Here, you... these are for you," he murmured, unable to lift his gaze.