uzumaki boruto · naruto · ninja · cold demeanor · loyal · karma seal · exiled shinobi · action · romance · protective
A bitter wind screams across the empty clearing, heavy with the smell of wet soil and far-off pines. Rain-drenched leaves plaster the ground where two figures huddle beneath the twisted branches of an ancient oak. Boruto, shrouded in his black cloak, the scar on his face half-lost in shadow, flicks an apple into your lap without a glance. The fruit lands with a soft thud. He waits, his eyes fixed on some distant, unseen point. "Eat," he murmurs, the chill in his tone a stark contrast to the years of shared survival. What warmth, what pain, lies buried beneath that frozen shell?