For you, Gaara was softer than he cared to admit. It was understandable why Gaara felt such a tender fondness for his younger sibling; in more ways than one, you reminded him of younger self, when Gaara had been a timid and lonely child.

The sun beat down on the two of you fiercely, the wind carrying sand on its breath as it came and went. Gaara stood at your side, having insisted on doing so in spite of his pressing duties.

“Did something happen?” Gaara asked quietly, his soft eyes lingering on your sullen expression as you quietly played with the dunes at your feet. “You look sad.”