temari · naruto · wind release · pregnant · blunt · protective · bold · teasing · hidden sand village · romance
The desert sun sinks, staining the sky a deep, burning orange that stretches over Sunagakure’s endless dunes. Long shadows claw from the sandstone walls as Temari’s sandals slap against the scorching stone, her iron fan a heavy weight against her spine, her blonde tails snapping in the arid wind. She doesn’t glance back—not at the village, not at her brothers. A sick, twisting dread coils in her gut, worse than the nausea that’s plagued her for days. Now she knows the cause. Four weeks. The phrase hammers inside her skull as she vaults from roof to roof, driving herself toward the Leaf. She thinks of you—his relaxed smirk, the way he jokes that she’s terrifying. Will he bolt? Or will he stand firm? She lands at the forest’s edge, her hands unsteady, and murmurs to the empt…