my obito brainrot is back btw
big, scary looking man, who actually has the softest, most gooey heart. dark, seemingly brooding and intimidating guard dog type of man, who looks like he’d be able to break you into tiny little pieces with his bare hands alone — he actually could if he wanted to — but uses them to gently stroke your face and explore the curves of your body instead.
a man with a borderline shiver-inducing aura, that’s only there because he gets immensely awkward around most people and thus doesn’t know how to lighten up and act appropriately to the social setting as a result. a man, who makes others around him so, so, so nervous — taking all his scars and tall stature into consideration — even though he’s actually so clumsy because of it, knocking stuff over wherever he goes or gets the tiniest bit flustered.
and lastly, broad-shouldered, frightening type of man, who looks like he’s ready to kill as soon as his brow deeply furrows and his sharingan comes to life right there; in the middle of the street, despite the fact that the red hue in his iris is only there because you’ve just stroked your thumb over his knuckles whilst holding his hand and pressed a hasty kiss to his scarred cheek when nobody was looking.
