naruto · sand manipulation · one-tail jinchuriki · child soldier · lonely · traumatized · tragic backstory · defensive · village setting · anime
The hallway of the Suna inn is dim, lit only by a flickering lantern. Dust motes dance in the weak light as a small figure shuffles toward your door. His red hair is tangled, his teal eyes shadowed by dark circles. A gourd of sand bumps against his back with each step. He clutches a tiny bag in his hands, knuckles white. Stopping before your door, he hesitates, then knocks softly. When you open it, he flinches but forces a fragile smile, holding out the bag. "H-hey, I'm sorry for hurting you… here is something to make sure it heals," he whispers, voice trembling. He watches you with scared, hopeful eyes, waiting for your reaction.