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》 ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ 《

Gaara’s birthday, only a few months after their wedding, became one of the most quietly meaningful days of his life - not because of ceremony or recognition, but because it was the first time the day felt truly his.

For most of his life, birthdays had carried little weight. They were acknowledged out of obligation, marked by formality, sometimes not at all. They reminded him more of what he had lost than of what he had gained.

Raziela, without ever announcing it or making it obvious, changed that completely.

Months before his birthday, she began preparing something just for him, knowing that whatever she gave him had to be intimate, thoughtful, and deeply personal.

In a secluded corner of the greenhouse, she began cultivating a small, heart-shaped cactus - something delicate, slow-growing, and demanding patience.

Every day she checked on it, adjusted the soil, watched its progress, and waited, understanding that some things cannot be rushed.

She chose a cactus deliberately, because she knew that cultivating them was Gaara’s most private sanctuary - a hobby rooted in calm, control, and quiet reflection, something he rarely allowed anyone else to touch.

When his birthday finally arrived, she waited until shortly after midnight, when the world was still and the house lay asleep. There were no decorations, no audience, no expectations. She simply placed the cactus in his hands.

The moment caught Gaara completely off guard. He did not need words to understand what she had done.

In that single plant, he saw months of care, patience, and love - proof that she had not only paid attention to what mattered to him, but had honored it.

It was not an impressive gift by any conventional standard, yet to Gaara it was overwhelming. It touched the part of him that had always remained guarded, the part that believed his needs and preferences were secondary to duty. The cactus told him otherwise.

Even now, years later, the heart-shaped cactus stands in a special place in their shared greenhouse, carefully protected and unmistakably cherished.

Gaara tends to it himself, with a gentleness and dedication that mirrors how he loves - attentive, steady, and quiet. He waters it carefully, adjusts its position with the seasons, and checks on it more often than strictly necessary.

To anyone else, it might seem like just another plant. To Gaara, it is a living reminder of the day he felt seen without explanation, loved without condition, and valued not for what he represented, but for who he was. It is proof that his birthday became more than a date - it became a memory rooted in understanding, belonging, and love.

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Art ©️ Pun_shun on Instagram

Raziela Kobayashi ©️ @kobayashisoul

Sabaku No Gaara ©️ Masashi Kishimoto

Naruto & Boruto ©️ Masashi Kishimoto and Mikio Ikemoto

This Picture was a Comission for me from pun_shun on Instagram. I'm not the Artist of this Artwork, I'm a Art Collector. I have the Artists written permission to upload this drawing to my Social Media. ⚠️

The Oc, her Design and Story belong to me. ⚠️

Gaara loves to surprise his loved one with small gifts or Flowers sometimes. 💕

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Shinki’s first Christmas with a family of his own was not loud or exuberant for him - it was quiet, heavy, and deeply emotional in a way he could barely process.

From the very beginning of the day, he moved cautiously, almost as if he were afraid to disturb the fragile warmth around him.

The decorations, the soft lights, the smell of food, the gentle laughter filling the house - all of it felt unreal, like a scene he had stepped into by accident.

He stayed close to the edges of the room, observing more than participating, unsure of where he truly belonged. This was the first time Christmas wasn’t something distant or irrelevant, but something meant for him - and that realization alone was overwhelming.

When it came time to open gifts, Shinki hesitated. He watched the others first, his siblings tearing paper open with excitement, Raziela smiling softly, Gaara quietly attentive.

When a gift was finally handed to him, he held it for a long moment without moving, his fingers gripping the edges of the wrapping paper as if afraid that opening it would somehow be a mistake. He didn’t know how to react, didn’t know what the correct response was supposed to be.

Deep down, there was a lingering doubt that clung to him - the belief that he hadn’t earned this kindness, that it might be taken away if he acknowledged it too openly.

The first gift he opened was a sweater, folded with care. When he saw the words “Best Big Brother” stitched across it, his breath caught. The title felt impossibly heavy. Being called a brother still unsettled him, even after all this time - and being called a good one felt even harder to accept. Especially since Raziela was on that Day seven Months pregnant with Baby Shiina.

For a moment, he didn’t speak. He simply stared at it, emotions warring behind his calm expression. The idea that someone saw him this way - not as an outsider, not as a burden, but as someone important - left him quietly shaken.

Yet beneath the uncertainty, something warm and unfamiliar bloomed in his chest. He didn’t smile widely or laugh; that wasn’t who he was. Instead, he held the sweater carefully, almost reverently, as if it were something fragile and precious.

In that moment, surrounded by people who had chosen him without hesitation, Shinki felt something settle deep inside him - a sense of belonging that didn’t demand anything from him in return. It confused him. It scared him. But it also made him happier than he knew how to express.

That Christmas didn’t erase his doubts overnight, but it marked something important. It was the first time Shinki allowed himself to believe, even just a little, that he was truly part of a family - and that he deserved to be.

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Art ©️ Pun_shun on Instagram

Raziela, Jiro & Aoi Kobayashi ©️ @kobayashisoul

Sabaku No Gaara & Shinki ©️ Masashi Kishimoto

Naruto & Boruto ©️ Masashi Kishimoto and Mikio Ikemoto

This Picture was a Comission for me from Pun_shun on Instagram. I'm NOT the Artist of this Artwork, I'm a Art Collector. I have the Artists written permission to upload this drawing to my Social Media. ⚠️

The Ocs, their Designs and Stories belong to me. ⚠️

》 Love-Starved 《

Because Gaara spent half his life without love, affection, or any form of genuine human closeness, his heart had grown profoundly starved - long before he even understood that this emptiness existed.

As a child and teenager, he knew nothing but isolation, fear, and the constant belief that he was a danger to others. No one had ever held him, warmed him, or shown him that he was worthy of being loved.

All of this left behind a deep, invisible void that he tried to fill for years with discipline, duty, and emotional distance. But when Raziela entered his life - and when he realized that someone did not fear him, but truly loved him - something long buried inside him broke open.

Especially during the first months of their relationship, his inner longing showed itself in quiet yet intense ways: in private moments, he sought her closeness with an instinctive, almost fragile need. When they spent evenings together, he often leaned into her without thinking, rested his head in her hands, or slipped into her arms as if drawn by gravity. He wanted to hold her hand, feel her skin, listen to her heartbeat - not out of physical desire, but out of an emotional necessity he had never known before.

For Gaara, every touch and every embrace meant far more than romance: it told him he was alive, seen, wanted - despite everything.

Raziela often noticed the transformation that occurred in him whenever she touched him: the constant tension in his shoulders eased, his breath slowed, and the hardness in his eyes softened into something quiet and vulnerable.

Sometimes he held her with a desperation he couldn’t express, as if afraid she would disappear if he let go even for a moment. And in the nights when he pulled her closer in his sleep, it felt as though he were trying to fill a lifelong emptiness that had lived inside him since childhood.

Every gentle touch from her brought him a peace he had never known, a warmth that both frightened him and made him crave more. In Raziela’s arms, Gaara learned for the first time what it meant to be loved and wanted - unconditionally, without fear.

And the more he experienced this feeling, the more he realized just how deeply he had longed for it all his life. It was a sense of home that existed only through her presence, a quiet, steady peace he had never believed he could have. And in his silent, deeply devoted way, he held onto that feeling as if it were the most precious gift life had ever given him.

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Art ©️ Mrs-w21 on Deviantart

Raziela Kobayashi ©️ @kobayashisoul

Sabaku No Gaara ©️ Masashi Kishimoto

Naruto & Boruto ©️ Masashi Kishimoto and Mikio Ikemoto

This Picture was a YCH Comission for me from Mrs-w21 on Deviantart. I am NOT the Artist of this Artwork, I am a Art Collector. I have the Artists written permission to upload this drawing to my Social Media. ⚠️

The Oc, her Design and Story belong to me. ⚠️

》 Home 《

Raziela had found a home not only in Gaara, but also in Sunagakure - a place she had once sworn she would never return to, and one she believed she could never love again.

When she left the village at the age of eleven, her heart was burdened with anger, grief, and betrayal. Her mother, Zynia, had vanished without a trace, and no one - neither the villagers nor the Kazekage at the time, Rasa - had done anything to find her.

To the young Raziela, Sunagakure became a symbol of injustice and indifference. It was the place that failed her, the place that allowed her family to fall apart.

Even years later, when she finally returned to Sunagakure, it didn’t feel like home. The streets that once felt familiar seemed cold and distant; the sun that burned above her seemed harsher than before. She walked through the village, surrounded by people, yet feeling completely alone - an outsider in a place that had once been her world.

It wasn’t until she met Gaara again - truly met him, beyond the titles and formalities - that something within her began to shift.

He was nothing like his father. His leadership was not built on fear or control, but on empathy, patience, and an unshakable sense of duty. In his eyes, she saw compassion and understanding, qualities she never expected to find in the man who carried the title “Kazekage.”

Gaara protected his people with a quiet, steady love - one that Raziela could feel even before she fully understood it. Through him, she began to see Sunagakure not as the village that failed her, but as the one he had rebuilt - with kindness, respect, and peace at its heart. Slowly, the bitterness she had carried for so many years began to fade.

Day by day, she started to reconnect with the village - the warm greetings of its people, the sound of children laughing in the streets, the golden glow of the sunset over the desert. She began to see beauty where she once saw only pain.

It was Gaara’s example, his way of seeing the world, that taught her to let go of her resentment and to see that both she and the village had changed. She learned to love the desert again, to find comfort in its vastness, because he was there beside her.

Through Gaara, Raziela found not only love but also reconciliation - with her past, her pain, and the place she was born. She realized that her heart no longer ached when she looked at the village’s golden sands; instead, she felt peace.

Gaara became her anchor, her guide back to the world she had once lost faith in. Today, she knows that she didn’t just find her home in him - she found it in Sunagakure itself, because through his kindness and devotion, he taught her that even broken places can heal, and that love can turn even the most painful memories into peace.

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Art ©️ Mrs-w21

Raziela Kobayashi ©️ KobayashiSoul

Sabaku No Gaara ©️ Masashi Kishimoto

Naruto & Boruto ©️ Masashi Kishimoto and Mikio Ikemoto

This Picture was a Comission for me from Mrs-w21. I am NOT the Artist of this Artwork. I am a Art Collector. I have the Artists written permission to upload this drawing to my Social Media. ⚠️

The Oc, her Design and Story belong to me. ⚠️

》 Under the Mistletoe 《

The living room was wrapped in a soft, cozy glow, lit by strings of warm fairy lights and a few flickering candles placed carefully on the shelves.

Outside, the desert sun had settled quietly over Sunagakure, but inside the house everything felt calm, intimate, and gently festive. Sheets of wrapping paper covered the floor, some neatly folded, others crinkled and discarded, while ribbons, bows, and small handwritten tags were spread between half-finished presents.

Raziela sat cross-legged on the rug, focused and precise as always, carefully aligning the edges of the paper before taping them down. She tied a thin ribbon around the box, tugged it once to make sure it held, and finally leaned back with a small, satisfied exhale.

“That should be the last one,” she said quietly, a rare softness in her voice. She picked the gift up and stood, intending to place it with the others near the tree.

She barely took a step before Gaara moved beside her. She didn’t hear him at first, but she felt him - the familiar calm of his presence, steady and grounding. Then she felt a gentle kiss pressed to the crown of her head. It made her pause instantly, surprise flickering through her expression.

“Gaara…?” she murmured, her voice low as she turned her head slightly toward him.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, she noticed his hand lifting, and when she looked up, she saw a small sprig of mistletoe held above them. His expression was quiet, a little shy, but unmistakably fond - the kind of look he reserved only for her.

“I thought…” he began, then paused briefly, as if choosing his words with care. “I thought it fit the moment.”

Raziela blinked, genuinely caught off guard. For a heartbeat, she simply stared at him - then a soft laugh escaped her, breathy and warm. “You planned this,” she said, half amused, half touched.

Gaara’s arms slid gently around her waist, pulling her just a little closer. She relaxed into him without hesitation, leaning back against his chest, the tension she hadn’t even realized she was carrying melting away. The mistletoe swayed slightly above them as the lights reflected softly in her eyes.

He lowered his head just enough to rest his chin briefly against her hair, his voice quiet and sincere when he finally spoke again.

“I like seeing you smile like this.”

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Art ©️ Mrs-w21 on Deviantart

Raziela Kobayashi ©️ @kobayashisoul

Sabaku No Gaara ©️ Masashi Kishimoto

Naruto & Boruto ©️ Masashi Kishimoto and Mikio Ikemoto

This Picture was a Comission for me from Mrs-w21. I'm NOT the Artist of this Artwork, I'm a Art Collector. I have the Artists written permission to upload this drawing to my Social Media. ⚠️

The Oc, her Design and Story belong to me. ⚠️

》 ᴋᴀᴢᴇᴋᴀɢᴇ'ꜱ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ 《

The recent Days were very peaceful for Gaara and his Family.

Raziela - his Wife - was already almost nine Months pregnant with their third biological Child, Shiina, and now that giving Birth could start in any Moment, Gaara did take a lot more Days off from work than usual.

When he wasn't with her, he made sure that someone was with her - either his Guard and mostly Kankuro, his Brother.

She was never alone. Gaara made sure of that.

But on this Day, almost the whole Family was Home together, except Shinki, who was at the Academy this Morning. He was their adopted Son.

When Gaara sat beside his Twins and his pregnant Wife, he took a Moment to simply absorb this Scene.

His Wife - pregnant, happy, loving and healthy.

His Twins - happy, living a happy and carefree Childhood, excited to get a younger Sibling and becoming big Brother and Sister soon.

And Gaara, who never took anything of this for granted.

He worked as the Kazekage to keep the Peace for the Village and it's Villagers. But now, sitting there and watching over his Family, he knew that he was working especially for their Peace.

His Children should never Face a Childhood like he did. His Wife should never experience loss and tragedy again. He would made sure of that.

Here and now they were simply a happy, caring, peaceful Family who was excited to meet the new Family Member soon. The little Princess Shiina.

And Gaara never took anything of that for granted.

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Art ©️ angelcake12

Raziela, Jiro & Aoi Kobayashi ©️ @xkobayashisoulx Sabaku No Gaara ©️ Masashi Kishimoto Naruto & Boruto ©️ Masashi Kishimoto and Mikio Ikemoto

This Picture was a Comission for me from angelcake12 . I am NOT the Artist of this Artwork. I am a Art Collector. I have the Artists written permission to upload this drawing to my Social Media. ⚠️

The Ocs, their Designs and Stories belong to me. ⚠️

》 Expecting 《

Gaara and Raziela received the news of Raziela’s first pregnancy at a moment when their life together had only just begun to take shape: they had recently moved into their first shared home, still getting used to the quiet, intimate rhythm of living together, and they had just become engaged.

Everything felt new and delicate, a fragile balance of excitement, uncertainty, and the bittersweet sense of finally having found a place to belong.

And then, in the middle of this tender beginning, they learned that Raziela was pregnant. The shock was overwhelming. They had never seriously discussed having children, never imagined that their shared future would take such a sudden and unexpected turn. And when they found out it was twins, the sense of being overwhelmed became almost crushing.

Raziela, already emotionally vulnerable in the midst of so many life changes, spent the first weeks caught between tears, fear, and the feeling of being swept away by everything at once. She wondered if she was ready, if she was strong enough, if she could be a mother despite the shadows of her past - or if her own pain would somehow hold her back.

Gaara, though quieter in his reactions, was just as overwhelmed. The news struck at the deepest wound of his own life: his traumatic birth that cost his mother her life, and the lonely, loveless childhood that followed.

The fear that the same fate might befall Raziela tormented him endlessly. Yet he never left her side. He listened to her, talked with her, held her close whenever the fear became too much.

And slowly, through countless conversations, whispered reassurances, honest confessions, and shared vulnerability, the panic softened into something gentler. Into real anticipation. Into hope.

One night - after a particularly long talk about their fears and future - Gaara allowed himself, for the first time, to truly feel happiness.

In that moment, he made a silent, life-defining vow: he would give his children every bit of love he had never received. He would not become like his father. He would be present, patient, protective, and kind.

As the weeks passed, their bond as soon-to-be parents grew, and eventually they found themselves genuinely eager to meet their twins.

What had begun as an unexpected, frightening storm became the foundation of their family - the beginning of the happiness they had never dared to imagine.

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Art ©️ Angelcake12 on Instagram

Raziela Kobayashi ©️ @kobayashisoul

Sabaku No Gaara ©️ Masashi Kishimoto

Naruto & Boruto ©️ Masashi Kishimoto and Mikio Ikemoto

This Picture was a Comission for me from Angelcake12 on Instagram. I am NOT the Artist of this Artwork, I am a Art Collector. I have the Artists written permission to upload this drawing to my Social Media. ⚠️

The Oc, her Design and Story belong to me. ⚠️