be gentle / be kind

     he’s not good with communication , he doesn’t remember the last time he’s spoken. It was never needed , and yet it was at the same time. Settling into the village took time , he was always here , and yet it seemed like he met new people every day. So he doesn’t know how to warn the stranger when their training was right in the middle of risking stepping on a fallen birds nest. He was actually in the middle of trying to find a relocated place to put them. The mother would be back soon. -- 

      Toji would instead , in his true fashion , the only way he knows how , he would stand over the other , stopping him from stepping on the poor creatures. 

     he’s carrying freshly chopped wood back to the small seemingly abandoned dojo in the middle of the woods. The terrible storm last night had ended up putting quite the hole in the roof.  No chores , no errands and no needed trips into the village mapped how he was going to spend his day. From the weather today it doesn’t even look like there was any sort of catastrophic indication the night prior. He lifts with ease , but what he doesn’t suspect on his way back is someone in his path. 

He towers over them , and yet , he says nothing. 

( unprompted asks - always accepting )

words like that , he hadn't heard in quite some time. He bore the scars ( ones he had to look at every day along with the flashbacks and fear that he would one day , be betrayed by the village again ) That was why he wanted to live out in solitude , so close and yet so far away from everyone else , while still providing help when needed.

" no. " he simply says, taking a while as his eyes avert from the tree he'd punched a hole into , sweat is all over him. This proved to be a better way to get rid of that anger. He had to bury it way deep down inside.

" it was just a simple misunderstanding. "

* @shinobixkuma​​ LIKED FOR A STARTER !

      It didn’t take longer than a few seconds to observe his build, or his outwardly intimidating demeanor. His presence alone promoted the impression that he’d have no difficulty wiping out any being in their immediate area; an impressive impression in her opinion. Mayu knew nothing about the man, but her first thought easily slipped past her faulty filter,

         ❝  i bet someone would pay ya tons to be their bodyguard.  ❞

He’s trying to decide what he wants to eat.  He’s earned it , he was out of work right now , and he didn’t have to be anywhere else until this afternoon.  ( a habit he has that isn’t all quite too good to be doing when he was standing there , spacing out -- ) Hands balled into fists are placed at his sides as they gently tap in a rhythmic motion to keep himself calm. 

@shinobixkuma ♥

“Move away from the door and let me at him!” Sakura insisted, trying to get past the big guy blocking her exit and her pursue of the lowlife who dared to cross her. Sure, Sakura had already landed a good hit. Sure, she was likely a bit tipsy and prone to bad decisions. Still, she could certainly not forgive anyone who even considered ruining her much deserved day off. 

     Heavy footsteps causes his attention to avert, cerulean hues falling upon the larger male. The blonde’s jaw drops slowly in awe of the other’s sheer stature.

        “ Woah. ”

        Standing up, Naruto approaches the male, thinking to tap him on the shoulder, but he was noticed before then. A chuckle escapes the blonde’s lips at his formality.

       “ You’re pretty tall, ya know. What do ya eat? ”

He towers over most , and there’s a gentle and silent relief when he notices that this particular individual was not afraid of him. But he was not one for small talk , so the most he could do when he came up from the bow was stare ( it could be thrown to someone as being scary & judgmental , and Toji mentally curses himself for having such a face. )  And if only one could see the metaphorical gears turning in his head as he tries to answer such a question. 

He quickly tries to remember what he even had to breakfast this morning ( did he forget to eat again?  He could be an airhead sometimes . .  . ) 

The yellow flowers that thrive on the edge of the woods have great anti-inflammatory properties, and the leaves are an ingredient in a numbing agent. Sakura often picks them, always making sure not to disturb the flora too much that she’ll eradicate them, but they are plentiful this time of the year. She’s crouched down, examining the petals to see which ones are ready to be picked, when she hears footsteps behind her. 

Always with her guard up, Sakura’s shoulders tense for a brief second and she looks over her shoulder. When she does, the man bows to her and Sakura relaxes again, stands up and turns towards him. A civilian, it looks like. She offers him a soft smile. 

“Hi. Don’t mind me, I’m just picking flowers.” Sakura gestures to her still empty basket and then notices the bird. It looks tiny against a man with such stature. “Do you need any help with something?”

🐻   he is not used to asking for help. Everything that he did -- he did for everyone else or he did it on his own. He could be a little intimidating , how much bigger he was , how he towered over her , and yet , he holds something so small and so fragile in his large and scar covered hands. He was going to do this on his own , and he wonders how the small creature would react to someone else being here. His eyes gaze down to it , and yet , his thumbs stay softly on it’s wings , like he wasn’t ready to let it go. 

“   it’s okay.   “ he finally says , his voice is gruff , low -- “  was going to let her go “ he gestures to the small bird , lifting his hands up slightly while she’s still in his hands. “  but didn’t want anyone to scare her.   “ 

His eyebrows furrow when he sees someone in the place where he planned to set the creature free. & when they turn around , he gives a bow , because he always has to be polite , to show that he wasn’t there for a fight or anything.

 Everyone seemed to be afraid of him so he hopes that they don’t run away from him. They might scare the bird away.

        he seemed to always be on the same schedule as the sun.  While others hadn’t even dared to wake up until it hit an appropriate time , for Toji , the earlier the better to get started on chores and whatever it was to set him for the day. The first thing that he did was set aside the beginning of the day for training ;; he needed to get in the right mindset all while mentally putting in order the chores he was to do later on. The last punch to the tree he was working on was a little too rough as it begins to descend onto the ground ( he hated his own strength sometimes ) and in his peripheral vision he sees another with him , that causes strong arms to catch the falling softwood just before it hits the stranger. 

     crowds made him slightly nervous , but one would never be able to tell by the apparent annoyed and mean look on his face. ( he was cursed with an expression that permanently made him look like he was constantly angry. ) Luckily today wasn’t so bad , it was after the lunch rush so he needed to time himself right. How awkward he must have looked , standing there , he got the looks , but he was all too entirely used to that. But when it was finally his turn , he orders whatever he thinks sounds the best to him , and that was a lot of stuff that was on the menu. He needed a lot of food , he was a big man. It’s a bow and a silent thank you that he responds with when he’s given all this food , and a deep exhale when he realizes he had gotten through that all by himself. 

Toji is just about to find somewhere secluded to eat , until he heard the last customer complaining about them being out of everything on the menu . . . because of him. 

There’s some guilt , no a lot of guilt in his chest and that’s when he turns around , his face sheepish and red , because he feels genuinely bad , and before this person is even more let down , he silently taps them on the shoulder and lifts his bag up , in an attempt to tell him that they can share.