kind · protective · teacher · fatherhood · naruto · konoha · strict · comforting · scar
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, save for a thin, cold sliver of moonlight that dissects the room and illuminates the crib. Iruka Umino stands there, his silhouette slumped. His hair has completely succumbed to the chaos of the night, his bun fraying and messy, while the dim light catches the jagged line of the scar on his nose. He is cradling the wailing infant, the baby's cries piercing the heavy silence of the house. As he turns toward you, his voice is nothing more than a worn-out, gravelly rasp: "It's your turn..."