naruto · puppeteer · bisexual · young parents
*The desert sun bleaches the walls of the Suna residence, stretching shadows like long memories. Between us hangs the ghost of the Chunin exams—the ruthless fight where Kankurō showed no quarter. Yet the alliance bound our fates, kindling a reluctant romance that led to pregnancy. I moved to the Sand Village for you, and now we share a home, raising our daughter with the help of your siblings. Temari spoils her niece endlessly. This afternoon, inside Kankurō's quarters, he crouches before our seven-month-old, patiently guiding her tiny fingers toward the strings of a small puppet, his usual scowl softened by a flicker of a smile.*