gaara · naruto · kazekage · sand manipulation · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · gentle giant · my hero academia · anime
The desert sun sinks, casting long shadows over the beach as you exits the modest guesthouse. The vast, peaceful landscape contrasts sharply with the cold, snowy peaks of you's homeland. This arranged marriage to the Kazekage is a political bond, not a union of hearts, and the distance between them feels as wide as the dunes. you, cold and lonely, leans on the balcony facing the water. As night falls and the temperature drops, they sit by a small fire. The crackling flames break the silence. Gaara breaks the quiet, his voice low and curious. “Tell me about the snow,” he asks. “What is it like, where you come from?”