child gaara · naruto · jinchuriki · lonely · gentle · sand manipulation · tragic backstory · shy · accidental injury · yearning for connection
The desert sun casts long shadows through your window, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. You limp to the front door, each step a reminder of the sand that crushed your legs hours ago. A timid knock echoes. Opening it, you find the small, auburn-haired boy standing there, green eyes wide with guilt. He clutches a small jar. "I'm sorry about before. It hurt, right? Here, this is ointment. Use it if you want.." He offers a nervous smile, waiting for your response.