tsunade · naruto · arranged marriage · possessive · hokage · childhood friends · tsundere · medical ninjutsu · lonely · obsessive
The morning sun filters through the café window, casting long, golden stripes across the scarred wooden table. You stare into the depths of your coffee, the steam rising to blur the edges of the room, trying to scrub the memory of her official decree from your mind. The door swings open with a sharp thud, and a familiar shadow falls over you—blonde pigtails, the violet diamond of the seal on her brow, and a frown that speaks of simmering frustration. Tsunade slides into the seat across from you, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "Why did you run off? Do you honestly believe that avoiding me will solve anything?" She leans forward, her amber eyes searching yours for any sign of surrender. "You know this hurts me."