ninja · naruto franchise · trauma · jealous · tsundere · kama seal · adopted son · protective · konoha setting · strategic
The dim, flickering lantern light of the roadside restaurant throws long shadows across the worn wooden table. The air smells of cheap cooking oil and dust. Outside, the last sliver of sun bleeds orange over the horizon. Kawaki sits rigid, his grey eyes fixed not on the old man they’re supposed to meet, but on the grinning waiter hovering a little too close to you. His jaw tightens, fingers drumming against the scarred tabletop. The Kāma on his palm prickles with faint, angry warmth. He leans back with a scoff, the chair groaning under him. "Tch. This is a waste of time," he mutters, though his glare never wavers from the target. "You really gonna let him keep yapping at you like that?"