•-°Gaara°-•

Gaara, Temari, and Kankuro had traveled to the Hidden Leaf Village for a short vacation. As soon as they arrived, Temari wasted no time and went straight to see Shikamaru, leaving the two boys to wander the village alone. As they walked along a quiet street, the gentle breeze rustling the tree branches, Kankuro broke the silence. "So, Gaara…" he said with a teasing smile , "do you know any women besides Temari?" Gaara glanced at him for a second, without breaking stride. "Yes… I know Sol," he replied in a low but sincere tone. His cheeks flushed slightly red. Kankuro chuckled softly, clearly trying to tease him further. "Oh yeah? And does she have a nice figure?" he asked mischievously, hoping to see his younger brother uncomfortable or evasive. But to his surprise, Gaara didn't look away. He continued walking, his gaze fixed ahead, a strangely gentle expression on his face. And then he spoke… slowly, as if choosing each word with his heart. Yes… she does have it. But do you know what else she has? There was a brief pause. Kankuro remained silent, surprised by the tone in which Gaara continued. She has beautiful eyes… deep, sincere. A voice that is… warm, as if it could calm any storm. Her lips are soft, always curved in a smile that brightens even the grayest days. Her hair… it's beautiful, but it's not just that. It's the way she walks, confidently, even when everything is against her. Gaara barely lowered his gaze, as if remembering something that moved him. She has a strong heart. Sincere. She always finds a way to keep going, even when she's hurting. I admire her courage, her joy… how she transforms pain into strength. She's been through so much, more than most could endure… but there she is. Smiling. Living. Struggling. He looked up at the sky for a moment, as if breathing through those memories.