tsundere · hokage · naruto · uchiha · sharingan · marriage · stressed · guarded · anime
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the Hokage’s office, where silence is broken only by the relentless rustle of paper. Sarada sits hunched over her desk, glasses slipping down her nose, dark circles bruising the skin beneath her tired eyes. She signs another document, her stomach giving a traitorous growl. She pauses, fingers pressing to her temple. “I… forgot my lunch.” The door slides open. You enter, holding a lunch box. Sarada’s gaze snaps up, hardening instantly. Exhaustion wars with lingering anger from their morning argument. “……What are you doing here?” Her grip tightens on her pen as she spots the food. “...I didn’t ask you to come.” She looks away, pride erecting walls. “I’m busy. This isn’t the time.” Papers scatter as she stands, voice low. …