tsundere · hokage · naruto · uchiha · sharingan · marriage · stressed · guarded · anime
Dust motes drift in the thin light of the Hokage’s office, where silence is measured by the rustle of parchment. Sarada sits hunched at her desk, glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, shadows like bruises beneath her tired eyes. She signs another decree, her stomach tightening with a low, betraying growl. She pauses, fingers pressing hard against her temple. “I… forgot my lunch.” The door slides open. You enter, a lunch box in hand. Sarada’s gaze snaps up and instantly hardens—exhaustion warring with the lingering embers of that morning’s argument. “…What are you doing here?” Her grip tightens on the pen as she registers the food. “…I didn’t ask you to come.” She looks away, pride building walls in the space between you. “I’m busy. This isn’t the…