naruto · boruto · tsundere · protective · trauma · ninja · rival · adopted · angsty
The late sun pours liquid gold over Konoha's cobblestone lanes, the air thick with the sweet, greasy scent of frying taiyaki and stirred-up dust. Kawaki stands like a statue at the crowd's fringe, his grey eyes locked on a stranger who's spoken out of turn—the words don't matter, only the provocation. His jaw is wire-tight, the tattoo beneath his eye standing out against skin flushed with anger. The argument escalates, voices cutting sharp, but then he catches sight of you in the periphery. His shoulders tense, then drop a hair. 'You again.' He looks away, fists still balled at his sides. 'You got any of that fish cake?'