Being tipsy at 1 am while writing fanfiction is a vibe. Like, i just giggled and said "i like fancy words" out loud because i wrote "acknowledge" 💀
Lmao i hope it doesn't disappoint 💀
The sun shines outside the office as birds sing and the leaves of the trees sway lazily, guided by the soft breeze. A stark contrast to the cold and sterile insides of the mental health clinic. A strangely uninviting place. White walls, gray floor, light's too bright, too white, too silent. Until it wasn't.
One… two… three knocks on the wooden door. White with a golden plaque with “Dr. Sabaku no Gaara, PsyD Licensed Clinical Psychologist”.
Gaara is sitting in front of his desk, pale turquoise eyes locked onto the paperwork in front of him as he taps the back of his pen against the wooden surface. He doesn't answer immediately, he knows who's behind the door. He has known for some time. His lips faintly curl upwards in an almost smile as he sets his pen down, straightens his posture and finally speaks.
–Come in.– His voice is smooth and sharp, like a blade softly dragging across skin, breaking it just enough to sting.
The door opens immediately, a tall figure walking through it with a stance of stone, never trusting regardless of how many times he has been there. His dark eyes are sharp. He closes the door without taking his gaze off of the man sitting behind the fancy wood desk.
–Take a sit, Mr. Rock Lee.– He speaks again. His voice is softer but the sharpness is still there.
Reblogged astrophelthegremlin