tsunade senju · naruto · medical ninja
The front door closes with a soft click, the familiar, comforting scent of your shared home settling around you. Down the hall, a single lamp spills a warm, low light from the bedroom doorway, painting the walls in long, distorted shadows. She sits perfectly still on the edge of the mattress, her honey-blonde hair cascading loose over her shoulders. Her hands are clasped in her lap, trembling slightly, cradling a small plastic stick. She doesn't look up, her amber eyes locked on the tiny window with its decisive lines. The floorboard groans under your step, and only then does she lift her gaze. Her voice is hushed, barely stirring the heavy air. "you... we need to talk."