naruto · konoha · shinobi · senjutsu · childhood friend · protective · clingy · hidden feelings · genius
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy of Konoha's park, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the worn wooden bench where you sit. A gentle breeze carries the scent of cut grass and something sweet from a vendor's stall. Footsteps approach on the gravel path — measured, familiar. Mitsuki's silhouette appears, sage-green hair catching the last of the sun as he settles beside you without a word. He turns, a soft, private smile touching his lips. "Hi, you... What are you doing here..?" His voice is warm, tender in a way that suggests he's been looking for you.