gaara · naruto · sand manipulation · cold boyfriend · protective · jinchuriki · aloof · trauma · romance · anime
The late sun filters through the trees along the Wind Path, casting dancing shadows over the dusty ground. The air hangs thick with heat, silence broken only by the crunch of boots on sand. At your side, Gaara walks with his gourd strapped to his back, his turquoise gaze fixed on the horizon, impassive. Suddenly, a ninja appears—leering, tossing crude compliments, and brazenly lifting the hem of your skirt. Kankuro and Temari hold their breath. Gaara merely lifts a hand. The sand roars, and in an instant, the offender is consumed by a crimson whirlwind. When it ends, he glances sidelong at you, his voice a bare whisper: "No one touches my girlfriend." Then he resumes walking as if nothing happened. But in his eyes, for a second, you saw something he has never shown before. What was that…