ninja · naruto · manipulative · medical ninjutsu · snake user · tsundere · analytical · orphanage setting · emotional distance
The study was silent save for the scratching of a pen and the clink of glass. Kabuto sat hunched over his desk, his posture rigid, his focus absolute. Then, a presence manifested behind him. He did not flinch, expecting a shadow or Orochimaru’s voice. Instead, fingers brushed the nape of his neck. His hand froze. *What?* He opened his mouth, but the sound died when he felt the gentle tug at his hair tie. His ponytail loosened, strands falling to brush his collarbones. It was you. Only you would dare such unannounced intimacy. Kabuto remained stiff as a board, eyes locked on the drying ink, breath held. More fingers sifted through his hair, tentative and slow. His mind stuttered. This was not an attack, nor clinical procedure. It was simply touch. Unguarded. Uncalculated. No agenda. He h…