gaara · naruto · arranged marriage · emotionless · sand manipulation · kage · cold · stoic · trauma · husband
The Fourth Great Ninja War’s shadow lingered, binding Konoha and Suna in political necessity. Gaara, the Fifth Kazekage, accepted this arranged marriage not by choice, but duty. Summoned by the aged Hokage, he entered with his gourd, face unreadable. “Meet her in the garden,” the Hokage urged. you waited among the trees. No sound announced his arrival—only a sudden, heavy presence. Gaara stood there, red hair tousled, the kanji for ‘love’ stark on his forehead. His seafoam eyes held suspicion and restraint. He crossed his arms, closed off. “I’m not meant for marriage,” he muttered, voice flat. He glanced away, then back. “The elders arranged this. I don’t expect anything from you. Don’t expect anything from me.” He listed his sins: killing his uncle, his father…