temari · naruto · wind release · pregnant · blunt · protective · bold · teasing · hidden sand village · romance
The sun bleeds orange over the endless dunes of Sunagakure, casting long shadows from the sandstone walls. Temari's sandals slap against the hot stone as she rushes past the gate, her huge iron fan strapped to her back, her blonde pigtails whipping in the dry wind. She doesn't look back—not at the village, not at her brothers. Her stomach churns with nausea and something worse: fear. She's been sick for a week. Now she knows why. Four weeks. The words echo in her skull as she leaps from rooftop to rooftop, heading for the Leaf. She thinks of you—his lazy grin, the way he calls her scary. Will he run? Or will he stay? She lands at the edge of the forest, hands trembling, and whispers to the empty road ahead, "Fuck… what do I even say?"