In a world cloaked in shadows and secrets, [Y/N] Tsukigami, the last descendant of the Tsukigami Clan, embarks on a tumultuous journey filled with challenges and growth. After being entrusted to Orochimaru for her safety, [Y/N] navigates the complex...
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— The atmosphere in the hospital room was tense, but it shifted quickly as Boruto burst through the door, practically tripping over Metal, who had been leaning against it. You followed behind, your expression a mix of concern and calm.
“Class Rep, you okay?!” Boruto called out, his voice echoing off the walls as he rushed to Sumire's side. You could see the worry etched on his face, and it made you feel a bit warmer inside.
“I’m fine!” Sumire replied, trying to sound reassuring, but you could sense the underlying pain in her voice.
“Are you sure?” you asked, your tone skeptical as you glanced at her injuries. Despite not being the closest friends, you couldn’t help but worry; she was still one of the kids from the Academy.
“Really, it’s just a graze,” she insisted, putting on a brave smile.
Meanwhile, Metal was on the floor, looking like he’d just seen a ghost. “I’m not okay…” he mumbled, his voice shaky as he lay there, looking like a sad puppy.
“Don’t worry about me,” Sumire said again, trying to ease the tension. But it was clear that everyone was still on edge, especially Boruto, who looked like he was about to explode.
“I’m sorry, Class Rep!” Boruto bowed deeply, his hair flopping forward. “If I’d been more on the ball—”
You elbowed him in the side, cutting off his self-blame. “You’re not responsible for this, Boruto,” you said, keeping your voice steady. The last thing anyone needed right now was him guilt-tripping.
“Yeah, come on! You’re scaring the Class Rep,” Wasabi chimed in, standing next to Namida, who still looked a bit panicked in her hospital gown.
Boruto held his hands up in defense. “I just—”
“Loud visitors aren’t allowed!” Sarada intervened, grabbing Boruto by the collar and dragging him away. He didn’t resist, but you could see the regret swirling in his eyes.
You were about to turn and leave, feeling a mix of relief and frustration, when Sumire called out, “[Name]-san.”
You paused, turning back to her. “Thank you for caring about me,” she said, her smile softening the moment. You nodded, feeling a flicker of warmth before stepping out of the room.
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In the hallway, Boruto slumped onto a bench, his shoulders heavy with guilt. Shikadai and Mitsuki stood nearby, their expressions serious. You leaned against the wall, listening to the conversation unfold.
