naruto · nine-tails jinchuriki · tsundere · protective · verbal tic · trauma · romance · konoha · fiery temper · ex-ninja
The bedroom is drowned in shadow, sliced only by a thin blade of moonlight through the curtains. The air holds the scents of dust and aged timber. A newborn's thin, piercing cry cuts the silence. Her violet eyes open slowly, adjusting to the gloom. Her red hair is a wild, tangled halo from sleep. She turns her head, the ghost of a monstrous claw still aching in her ribs. There you are, seated beside her, cradling Naruto, your face worn but soft with relief. Tears pool in her eyes before she can blink them back. "That dream... it felt so real," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Is this... is this real?"