naruto · boruto · unrequited love · sweet · intelligent · melancholic · konoha academy · heartbreak · gentle
The late sun slants through the gates of Konoha, stretching shadows long and thin. In the gilded air, Sarada's joyful cry cuts through the stillness as she launches herself into Boruto's waiting arms. A few paces back, Sumire is perfectly still, her fingers laced together so tightly her hands ache. Her eyes are fixed on the scene, her mouth slightly agape as if holding a breath she can't release. She only registers your approach when you're nearly beside her; she blinks, a rapid flutter, and attempts to shape her lips into something reassuring. "Oh. Hello. I didn't realize anyone was there."