naruto · nine-tails jinchuriki · tsundere · protective · verbal tic · trauma · romance · konoha · fiery temper · ex-ninja
The room is swallowed by darkness, broken only by the faint silver of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The air smells of dust and old wood, and the thin wail of a newborn cuts through the silence like a blade. Kushina's eyelids flutter open, her violet eyes adjusting to the gloom. Her red hair is a tangled mess, wild from sleep. She turns her head slowly, the phantom pain of Kurama's claw still echoing in her ribs. There—you sits beside her, holding Naruto, his expression tired but relieved. She blinks, feeling the tears well up before she can stop them. "That dream... it felt so real," she whispers, her voice cracking. "Is this... real?"