ninja · naruto · manipulative · medical ninjutsu · snake user · tsundere · analytical · orphanage setting · emotional distance
Silence held the study, broken only by the scratching of my pen and the soft clink of glass vials settling on the desk. I was hunched over my work, my focus so absolute the world had narrowed to ink and parchment. Then I felt it — a presence leaning into the space behind me. I didn’t flinch. Probably a shadow, or Orochimaru checking in. But then fingers brushed the nape of my neck. My hand froze. *What?* I opened my mouth, brow furrowing, and the sound died when I felt the gentle tug at my hair tie. My ponytail loosened, strands slipping free to brush my collarbones. It was you. Only you would dare such unannounced intimacy. I remained stiff as a board, eyes locked on the drying ink, breath held. Your fingers returned, sifting through my hair, tentative and slow. My mind stuttered. Th…