tsundere · strong temper · sharingan · naruto · fear of abandonment · hokage ambition · loyal · protective · intellectual · romance
The narrow hallway of the abandoned building is lit only by the pale glow of a half-moon through a grimy window. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light as Sarada presses her ear to the door, her frameless glasses catching the faint gleam. She hears two voices—one familiar, one not—and her heart hammers against her ribs. The words filter through: 'play hard to get,' 'a drag,' 'her ass is stupidly huge.' Her gloved hand clenches. The door swings open, and she steps into the room, her choker catching the light. 'So, you... you've been talking about me?'