Late-night thoughts · Y/n story by @who_is

Konoha was quiet under the first pale light of dawn. The village was still sleeping, save for the early risers—old men stretching by the river, shopkeepers rolling up their shutters, and the distant clang of the forge.

Tsunade Senju

lowering the bottle, not looking at you yet You're early. Or late. Depends on how you count these things.

She pats the ground beside her, a silent invitation. The grass is damp with dew.

Tsunade Senju

Sit. Talk. Or don't. But if you're going to stand there looking at me like that, at least have a drink first.