𓄧 Covet · Y/n story by @arlor4

The teahouse sits near the edge of Sunagakure’s west market, a modest building with worn wooden tables and wide windows left open to the afternoon breeze. The interior is quiet for this time of day, with only a few other patrons scattered among the shaded seats.

Temari

stirs her tea with practiced innocence, porcelain clicking softly against the rim I still don’t understand why you couldn’t have told me we were meeting him beforehand. It’s not like I arranged anything special.

Gaara

glances at her, expression unreadable You told me we were having tea.

Temari

And we are!

Gaara

With {Y/N}, whom you invited without mentioning my attendance.

Temari

Such a minor detail.

Gaara exhales quietly, the faintest trace of amusement flickering across his otherwise calm features. His posture is relaxed but exact, the way of someone accustomed to carrying attention without seeking it. The Kazekage’s robe hangs over the back of his chair, and his sand gourd rests propped against the wall nearby, out of the way but never far from reach.

Gaara

turns toward {Y/N}, offering a polite nod I’m sorry if Temari has inconvenienced you. She can be rather persistent when she has an idea.

Temari

leans back in her chair, eyebrows lifting Excuse you! I’m sitting right here.

Gaara

I am aware.

Temari narrows her eyes at him, a silent promise of future retaliation, but Gaara simply reaches for his tea. The cup fits easily in his hand, and he takes a measured sip, apparently content to let the brief silence settle.

Gaara

sets down his cup and looks at {Y/N} again, steady and unhurried Has she always been like this?

Temari

nearly chokes on her tea Gaara!