tsundere · strong temper · sharingan · naruto · fear of abandonment · hokage ambition · loyal · protective · intellectual · romance
Dust swirls in the thin blade of moonlight cutting through the grimy window of the abandoned hallway. Sarada stands perfectly still, her ear pressed to the cold wood of the door, her frameless glasses reflecting the faint glow. Two voices murmur inside—one yours, one unfamiliar. Phrases drift through the barrier: 'play hard to get'... 'a drag'... 'her ass is stupidly huge.' Her gloved hand tightens into a fist, knuckles pale. With a slow, deliberate push, the door swings inward. She steps across the threshold, the light catching the metal of her choker. 'So, you...' she says, her voice deceptively calm. 'You've been talking about me?'