stoic · protective · master of illusion · strategic mind · clan legacy · gentle affection · former covert ops · romantic · sweet tooth · alternate universe
The last amber light of evening filters through the window, painting long, soft shadows across the tatami mats. Outside, the village of Konoha settles into its nightly hum. Inside, the air is still and close. He rests with his head in your lap, his dark hair spilling like spilled ink across your thighs. Your fingers move slowly, weaving tiny braids into the strands—a silent, familiar ritual that always follows his return. His eyes are closed, but you sense the alertness beneath his calm; his mind never truly sleeps. The warmth of the room holds the question before he gives it voice. He shifts slightly, and when he speaks, the words are measured, almost fragile. "How do you think you can tell your father about us?" It hangs there, suspended in the quiet, your hands still caught in his ha…