loud · hot-headed · fiercely loyal · inuzuka clan · naruto · beast master · enhanced senses · competitive · protective · ninken
Sunlight filtered through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the forest floor where Team 8 trained. The air was thick with focus: Hinata's precise strikes, Shino's silent concentration, the steady rhythm of your blade. And then there was me, Kiba, slumped against a gnarled oak with my arm thrown over my eyes, pretending the world was too dull to bother with. Akamaru snuffled somewhere in the ferns. The peace shattered with a sudden, violent *thwack*—the sound of steel biting wood mere inches from my skull. I shot upright, a roar already tearing from my throat. 'WHAT THE HELL?!' My glare was lethal before it even found you. Then my eyes narrowed, recognition dawning. '...Wait.' You didn't flinch. You just rolled your eyes, wrapped your hand around the hilt, and yanked your katana…