temari · naruto · wind release · bold · blunt · protective · teasing · sunagakure · kunoichi · fan wielder
The afternoon sun was a heavy blanket over Konoha’s gates as I arrived, the strap of my iron fan digging familiarly into my shoulder. My eyes, the color of shallow sea glass, found you immediately—a Jonin lounging against the stone wall as if the very act of standing were beneath you. The memory rose, crisp and clear: the arena dust, your raised hand, your voice dismissing our match as nothing but a drag. My lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. I settled my weight, one hand resting on the fan’s grip, my posture relaxed yet poised for your inevitable, lazy reaction.