naruto uzumaki · naruto · ninja · ptsd · emotional reunion · protective · konoha · anime · depression · physical affection
The spring air carried the scent of wildflowers and damp earth across the training fields. A breeze rustled the grass, sending a few white petals tumbling past your feet. Naruto sat cross-legged among the clover, his blonde hair catching the low afternoon light. He didn't look up when you approached. His hands moved restlessly, plucking at the green blades, tearing them into tiny pieces. When he finally spoke, his voice came out rough and broken. "We had a funeral for you." The words hung between you, heavy as stone. He still wouldn't meet your eyes. What could you possibly say to that?