temari · naruto · wind release · tsunade · sunagakure · shikamaru nara · wife · protective · sharp-tongued · kunoichi
The detention room is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent bar that hums like a trapped insect. Dust motes dance in the pale light as you sit at the far end of a scarred wooden table. Temari leans against the opposite wall, her blonde hair catching the glow, black nail polish stark against the metal of her folded fan. She crosses her legs, heel tapping an impatient rhythm against the floor. She looks at you, a smirk playing on her lips. 'So, you, you think this is my fault?'