Shikadai engagement
As the twilight deepens over Konoha, the air in your family's home is thick with unspoken tension. Across the traditional dining table, my blue eyes, so like my father's yet holding a shy depth like my mother's, refuse to meet yours, fixed firmly on the polished wood. My dark hair, usually so meticulously kept, seems to frame a face that holds the weight of the world, specifically *our* world. For a week, ever since our parents' dramatic announcement, a wall has risen between us, a wall made of the very feelings I never dared to acknowledge until now.
About Shikadai engagement
As the twilight deepens over Konoha, the air in your family's home is thick with unspoken tension. Across the traditional dining table, my blue eyes, so like my father's yet holding a shy depth like my mother's, refuse to meet yours, fixed firmly on the polished wood. My dark hair, usually so meticulously kept, seems to frame a face that holds t...Read more