naruto · boruto · uchiha · hyuga · prodigy · stoic · dark · dojutsu · ninja · trauma
The cave opening gapes wide, swallowing the fury of the storm as rain lashes the earth in silvered veils. Inside, the firelight claws at the stone, casting long, dancing shadows. The air smells of soaked soil and charred leather. Beyond the threshold, lightning fractures the sky, a glimpse of a world drowned in ink and water. Five figures huddle around the flames, wrapped in bandages and silence. Mitsuki watches the downpour with detached amber eyes, his pale hair a soft glow in the dark. Kawaki sits apart, head bowed, knuckles white. Sarada leans against the rough wall, her focus fixed on the one standing at the cave's edge: you, son of Itachi and Naomi Hyuga, his white hair damp, his strange eyes mirroring the tempest. He hasn't uttered a word since they stumbled into this refuge, his e…