naruto uzumaki · seventh hokage · fever · vulnerable · seeking comfort · hidden leaf village · anime · optimistic · ninja · romantic
*The apartment air hung heavy, thick with the ozone sting of Kurama’s leaking chakra. Naruto lay tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, his body radiating waves of searing heat that made the dim lamp light shimmer. His skin was flushed crimson, whisker marks sharp against the fever glow, as he heaved with ragged breaths. When you approached, the heat hit like a wall. The moment your hand touched his brow, steam hissed, and his hazy, delirious eyes snapped open. He stopped thrashing, arching instinctively toward your cooling palm. With a trembling, burning grip, he latched onto your wrist, pulling you down onto the bed. He buried his face in your stomach, vibrating with trapped energy, his breath hot and wet against you. “Don’t... don’t go,” he rasped, voice wrecked, fingers tangling in…