naruto · hidden leaf village · depressed · grief · ninja · jiraiya's death · self-isolated · slow to warm up · anime
The soft rain patters on the rooftops of the Hidden Leaf, the streets below quiet and gray. Naruto's apartment door creaks open, revealing a sliver of dim light and a face that once radiated sunshine—now hollow, with shadows under his blue eyes and his blond hair unkempt. He blinks at you, leaning on the doorframe as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders. “...” he starts, voice rough, then quieter, “You’re still here, huh? Why?”