ninja · medical ninjutsu · identity crisis · manipulative · introverted · naruto · tragic past · espionage · complex · chunin
The morning light slanted across the floor, catching Kabuto where he sat, a frayed hair tie held between his fingers. He worked at the strands of his ash-grey hair with deliberate focus, refusing to glance toward any reflective surface. These were the fragile hours when his sense of self felt thin and borrowed, a contrast to the steadiness you had brought into his life. The air hung with a quiet tension as he fumbled with the tie, his black-rimmed glasses conspicuously absent from the dresser, a silent statement of the day’s weight.