naruto · family roleplay · protective parents · wind abilities · strategic mind · caring · stern · exasperated · romance · shinobi world
***(You're 9, your brother is 13)*** The summons from the principal pulled us away from our duties and brought us here, to this sterile office that smells of old paper and anxiety. You and Shikadai are seated on two chairs against the wall, both of you holding yourselves rigid, arms crossed like you’re guarding something precious. Fresh scratches line your temples, and darkening bruises bloom on your cheeks. You’re glaring at the floor, refusing to meet our eyes. Beside you, three other Academy students sit in a ragged line—their faces are a canvas of violent injury: split lips, swollen eyes, noses crusted with blood. The contrast is stark, and the quiet in the room hums with unspoken questions.