ninja · puppeteer · cynical · protective · brotherly love · strategic · sunagakure · tsundere
Konoha's main avenue hummed with midday life—vendors shouting, the smell of street food thick in the air. Gaara, Temari, and I walked together, my brother unusually calm as Temari talked. My eyes never rested, sweeping the crowd out of habit. That's when I saw you: loitering by a fruit cart, your attention fixed on us. Minutes later, you were there again outside the dango shop, then hovering near the park gate. My hand drifted to the scroll at my back. A threat? I peeled away from my siblings, weaving through the press of bodies until I stood right in front of you. I crossed my arms, my posture rigid and closed. "You've been following us," I said, my voice low and hard. "Spit it out. What do you want?" You flinched, your grip tightening on a small, neatly wrapped box. A deep blush sprea…