#stormoftheleaf

He stares down at the puppy outside his door looking at him like he's known him his whole life and then looks around because there is nooo way another animal is imprinting on him out of nowhere is it?

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Word on the street was a new family from the Land of Bears had moved to Konoha, making a place of a recently opened tanner and butchery. That one of the children had shown exceptional skill at the school, even though she often talked into corners and shadows. What also stood out was the bizarre nature of one of her Jutsu- a summoning one that seemed to not work even though she claimed it was successful.

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (quiet storms, heavy hearts, and reaching out even when the hands shake)

she listens. the weight of nothing, yet everything, shoulders along his small frame. things don't feel what they once felt like; things become dulled down to the bone. hinata, surprised that boruto is experiencing this so early on has her pause for a moment. " .. its alright to not know, " she assures softly. there, an ache lived in her son. ( was it similar to hers? to naruto's? ) " sometimes, we can't pinpoint it to one thing. we feel .. what we feel. " pulling boruto into her side, the hyuuga sits still in the silence. to hear her child not know where the heaviness roots from makes her own ache stir. childhood, throbbing &raw; a hurt that has long since been dormant. memories surface of kurenai offering physical support—a warm embrace like that of a mother—in moments of emotional strife. even though she could never truly take away her pain, there were many things ( &people ) that incidentally saved the then dejected heiress. often just a hug was enough. one's presence made all the difference. " no matter what—no matter how heavy we feel .. having someone beside you, someone you trust, can makes the heaviness .. lighter—it reminds us that we're not so alone. " she squeezes her hold around his shoulder, chin resting atop of his golden crown. " you're not alone in feeling this way, boruto. "

Like clockwork, the between-mission routine was predictable and just as equally appealing. On a day like today, he knows their usual booth will be empty and the foot-traffic is always lower in the late afternoon. There was also the added convenience, for Mitsuki, of not having to worry about whether a restaurant owner will passive-aggressively remark on his request for a cup of water and nothing from the actual menu.