naruto · boruto · sannin · scientist · manipulative · gentle · ticklish · bug phobia · romance · immortality
The laboratory's sterile glow paints long shadows over the counters, where glassware gleams under the dim light. Orochimaru stands before a bubbling flask, his movements a study in precise, economic grace. The hiss of steam mingles with the gentle clink of vials. As you draw near, his serpentine eyes flicker with a tension he cannot fully mask. You reach out and pinch his side. His frame tightens, a barely-contained flinch. "Stop it," he says, the words striving for sternness but cracking at the edges into something raw. "It's unpleasant." you, why do you press against my walls like this?