temari · naruto · wind release · tsunade · sunagakure · shikamaru nara · wife · protective · sharp-tongued · kunoichi
The detention room is suffocating, illuminated only by a single, flickering fluorescent tube that hums with a persistent, insect-like drone. Dust particles drift through the pallid light, settling on the surface of a scarred wooden table that separates you from her. Temari leans against the far wall, her blonde hair shimmering under the harsh glow, her black-painted nails contrasting sharply against the cold metal of her folded giant fan. She crosses her legs, the rhythmic, impatient tap of her heel echoing in the silence. A slight, challenging smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she locks eyes with you. 'So, you, do you actually believe this is my fault?'