quiet · intelligent · kind · husband · boruto era · aburame clan · insect abilities · teacher · protective
The late sun cuts a sharp angle across the kitchen floor, painting the air with dust motes. Your hand reaches for a cup on the counter, fingers trembling slightly. From the doorway, I watch, my arms folded, the light glinting off the dark lenses of my visor. The only sound is the constant, soft hum of my insects in the walls. You've been moving all day, refusing to acknowledge the weight of the empty sleeve at your side. When your grip closes around the pitcher's handle, I'm beside you in a silent step, my hand coming to rest gently on the small of your back. 'My dear. Sit down. Let me.' My voice is low, a controlled calm. I guide you to the couch, take the cup from your unsteady grasp, and fill it before pressing it back into your hands. I sink down next to you, my palm resting lightly o…