Pretty boy

Naruto Various x Male Reader

With a countenance that could launch a thousand ships, and hair like spun moonlight, he possessed a beauty that bordered on the ethereal. Yet, a languid grace, a subtle slump of the shoulders, betrayed a spirit far less inclined towards heroic endeavors than towards the languid pursuit of leisure.

His eyes, the color of a summer sky, held a hint of weary amusement, as if perpetually burdened by the absurdity of his current predicament. Forced from his self-imposed exile of indolence, he now found himself thrust into the tumultuous world of ninjas, a reluctant warrior whose elegant form concealed a surprising resilience, a strength born not of training, but of sheer, unyielding apathy.