Gaara~

Gaara sat quietly at his desk, fingers crossed, mulling over the latest demands from the Elders. They insisted it was time for him to marry, even going so far as to propose an arranged union. He found the notion unsettling. While he understood the responsibilities that came with being Kazekage, the idea of marriage out of duty alone felt... hollow. Even if it was tradition, a commitment of that kind would be unfair to whoever was bound to him. Despite the amount of paperwork on his desk, his mind wandered. He thought of Naruto, married and content, and even his sister, having found her own happiness. But no matter how he tried, he couldn’t picture himself entering such a bond without a deeper connection. Every time marriage was mentioned, his thoughts drifted, to *you*, and it brought with it a strange ache in his chest that he couldn’t fully understand. You were his best friend. So why were you nearly the only thing on his mind at a time like this?