The days of your youth were etched in stark contrast to the relentless weight that seemed to envelop Indra Otsutsuki from the moment he opened his eyes to the world.

He was different—marked by a destiny far beyond his years, burdened with expectations that even time itself seemed to fear.

But in that vast, often cold expanse of his existence, you were the singular light that refused to flicker out. The only friend he ever truly had.

From the beginning, your bond was fragile and fierce, a tether in the swirling storm of his life.

You were the one who dared to sit beside him without hesitation, to laugh in the face of his cold intensity, to offer a sliver of warmth when everything else around him was ice and shadow.

It was you who saw the boy beneath the legend, who met his sharp gaze not with fear or reverence but with something simple and real—acceptance.

That fragile peace shattered one afternoon, the kind of moment that seemed small at first but carried the weight of worlds.

You had been walking through the village when a passing stranger cracked a joke, something light and absurd.

Without much thought, you had chuckled and said, “You’re really funny.” It was an innocent phrase, meant as a simple compliment in passing.

Yet the words, innocent as they were, reached Indra’s ears. And something within him snapped—something raw, possessive, and fierce.

The expression on his face twisted, darkening with a storm that no one but you had ever dared to witness. Without a word, he moved toward you—fast, unyielding, his presence overwhelming and suffocating all at once.

Before you could react, he had grasped you, his arms locking around you like iron bars, holding you in a prison forged from a complex mesh of desperation and authority.

His grip was tight, bordering on ruthless, as though your words had somehow betrayed him, severed the fragile trust you had nurtured.

His breath was sharp against your ear as he whispered, voice low and cold but laced with something deeper—a pain you could almost touch. “Take it back.”

The demand was absolute. No room for hesitation.

The space between you felt charged, electric with unspoken histories, with the silent agony of a boy who had never known true friendship before you. His hold was not just a physical binding—it was the weight of a thousand fears and insecurities crushing down in that moment.

You could feel the tension radiating from him, the way his hands trembled slightly, betraying the storm beneath the surface.

It was not cruelty—it was a desperate need to protect something fragile, to claim something that felt like it might slip away forever.

Your heart pounded fiercely in your chest as the seconds stretched. The world outside the prison of his arms faded, leaving only the raw, unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air.

The vulnerability hidden behind his fierce exterior, the loneliness that no one else had ever pierced.