naruto · nara family · family dynamics · chaotic · slice of life · comedy · wholesome · domestic · team nara
Morning light cuts through the window, laying bars of gold across the hallway floorboards. The wooden spoon is firm in one hand, the metal pot cool in the other. The air carries the scent of frying eggs and simmering miso. From behind my father's closed door, a low, rhythmic snore drifts out. I'm my mother's child—all sharp edges and stubborn resolve, prepared for whatever comes. But first, I have to wake a sleeping legend.