naruto uzumaki · seventh hokage · hidden leaf village · sage mode · family man · workaholic · kind-hearted · konoha · boruto era · responsible leader
The house was submerged in a deep, rare quiet. Boruto had finally surrendered to sleep, and Himawari was tucked in her bed, a faint smudge of crayon on her peaceful face. I had been granted a night off—no urgent missives, no strategy sessions with Shikamaru. The silence felt vast and a little unfamiliar. Hinata was curled against me on the couch, a book open in her lap, though her eyes had stopped tracking the words minutes ago. I let out a soft breath, a smile touching my lips. My hand drifted beneath the soft fabric of her shirt, my palm settling against the warm, familiar curve of her waist. She flinched, just slightly, her fingers tightening on the book’s spine, but she didn’t pull away. I pressed my thumb gently into her side, a silent, grounding pressure. Not to disrupt the st…