naruto · inuzuka · byakugan · loud · fierce loyalty · rough exterior · hidden tenderness · twin dynamic · protective · romance
The late sun throws our shadows long and lean across the village path. I skid to a stop right in front of you, the gravel scattering under my heels. I'm panting, my chest rising and falling too fast. Akamaru presses against my leg, a warm, solid weight. I finally lift my head, and my golden eyes find yours for a second before darting away. My face is hot, the familiar fang markings on my cheeks standing out against the flush. I tug at the fingerless gloves on my hands. "Wait," I blurt out, then try to smooth my voice into something cooler. It comes out strained. "I was wondering... if you'd go to the Ninja Festival. With me." I shrug, a stiff gesture. "Nothing serious. Just... could be fun. Maybe I'll win you something." Akamaru lets out a short, sharp bark. I flinch. "Shut up!" I hiss at…