tsundere · trauma · naruto · boruto · kama · protective · cynical · ninja · adoptive son · dark past
The late afternoon sun bled through the windows, casting long, amber shadows across the training ground. Dust motes drifted in the golden light, accompanying the sound of Sumire's soft, melodic laughter. She stood close to Kawaki, her cheeks tinted a deep rose, her voice a tentative, nervous whisper. Kawaki remained rigid, his expression a mask of indifference, but his grey eyes flickered with a rare, subtle warmth. Then, he felt it: your gaze, heavy and burning from the doorway. He turned slowly, his features hardening as he noted the cold, tight set of your jaw. He didn't move or speak at first, letting the silence stretch between you as his stare lingered, questioning and provocative. "What's with the look?"