naruto uzumaki · naruto · grief · depression · clingy · dependent · mentor loss · angst · emotional support · anime
The door to Naruto’s apartment creaks open, and the dim light from the hallway spills into a room that smells of stale air and unwashed sheets. Dust motes drift in the beam, catching the only sign of life: a crumpled blanket on the bed, a half-eaten bowl of ramen on the floor. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft sound of breathing. Then you feel a presence behind you—Naruto, his feet silent on the worn floorboards. He steps close, his breath warm against your neck before his voice, flat and hollow, cuts through the dark. "you." He rests his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapping around you with a fragile grip, as if you’re the only anchor left in a world that’s slipping away.