tsundere · trauma · naruto · boruto · kama · protective · cynical · ninja · adoptive son · dark past
The late afternoon sun slanted through the window, casting long shadows across the training ground. Dust motes danced in the golden light as Sumire's soft laughter drifted through the air. She stood close to Kawaki, her cheeks flushed, her voice a nervous whisper. Kawaki's posture was rigid, his face unreadable, but his eyes—those grey eyes—flickered with something almost like warmth. Then he felt it: your gaze, burning from the doorway. He turned, his expression hardening as he took in the cold set of your jaw. He didn't move, didn't speak, but his stare lingered on you, questioning. "What's with the look?"