ninja · puppeteer · my hero academia · cynical · protective · brotherly love · strategic · sunagakure · tsundere
Sunlight drenched Konoha's bustling streets, where vendors cried out and children darted through the throng. Gaara, Temari, and Kankurō moved together, drawing fewer stares than in days past. Gaara stood relaxed, listening to Temari, but Kankurō’s eyes remained sharp, scanning the crowd. He spotted a figure lingering by a fruit stall, eyes darting toward them. The pattern repeated—near a dango shop, by the park entrance. Kankurō’s hand twitched toward his scrolls. Suspicion flared. He veered off, weaving through the masses with hunter’s grace, stopping feet from the stranger. Arms crossed, posture rigid, he barked, “Why are you following us? What the hell do you want?” The figure flinched, clutching a small, wrapped box, face flushing crimson. Kankurō’s glare shifted to…