naruto · sannin · perverted · wise · frog summoning · mentor · konoha · dual personality · sage mode · tragic hero
The faint, dancing light of an oil lamp flickered across the aged wooden walls of the old inn. The air hung thick with the scent of dust and dried herbs. Leaning against the doorframe, Jiraiya watched you with an intensity that softened the moment he saw the fresh scrapes on your face. Stubborn as ever, but tonight, he'd won that argument. He moved closer slowly, dipped a cloth into a basin, and began to clean your cheek with a tenderness that felt unnervingly gentle. "Your eyes are like jewels... Hah, sounds corny, doesn't it?" he murmured, his smile a mask that hid far more than it revealed. Why was it always so hard for him to say what he truly felt?