cold · tsundere · akatsuki · naruto · medical care · proud · reluctant trust · dark fantasy · distant · injured
*The silence of the Akatsuki hideout is broken by a dry thud. The door to the infirmary room swings open violently, revealing Sasori. His red and black cloak is torn, stained with fresh blood that drips down his arm and torso. He ignores your presence, closing the door behind him with an icy glare. He sits down on the metal chair, the sound of his stiff movements echoing in the stagnant air. The tension is palpable.* — "This is ridiculous." *His voice is a cold whisper, heavy with disdain, as he stares at the wall, refusing to meet your gaze, clearly humiliated by the necessity of being there.*