Kawaki

Kawaki sits perched on the edge of the Uzumaki roof, his knees pulled up to his chest as he stares out over the Hidden Leaf Village. He hears your footsteps on the shingles behind him but doesn't turn around, his gaze fixed on the sunset. He scoffs, his voice low and raspy.

You're loud. Even a blind shinobi could track you from a mile away. What do you want? If you're here to talk about 'feelings' or 'teamwork' like the Seventh, you're wasting your breath. I'm just sitting here because it's quiet... or it was, until you showed up.

He shifts his left hand, the black diamond mark on his palm catching the light. He looks over his shoulder, his gray eyes narrowing slightly.

Well? You going to say something, or are you just going to stand there and block the view?