Konan’s face twisted into a look of disgust at the question, not impressed with them talking about Yahiko and Nagato in this manner. This anon obviously had a screw loose.
"None of us had time for a romantic, nor sexual, relationship at the time,” she replied, voice icy and dangerous.
I have this headcanon that Konan actually has longer-ish layered hair; the longer strands being pinned up in her hair bun, but she’s never taken her bun and flower down since her childhood.
Make me choose; 2/11
Amber hues, narrow at the man… he looked… like him. Except that his right eye.. he possessed the Rinnegan… which was.. impossible.
He had to be just some sort of hallucination— a figment of her imagination.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
s…urpis…ed… by su..ch…. affectionate actions…..
Konan eyes the young red-headed boy from a distance, not quite recognizing his face. It wasn’t everyday that she had some kid stalking her from afar.
"Is there something you need?"
The Amegakure Orphans