naruto uzumaki · ninja · loyal · protective · romantic · prosthetic arm · konoha · anime · found family
The last light of day faded as Naruto climbed the stairs, his prosthetic arm stiff and heavy from hours of training. He turned the key and pushed the door open, and the smell of something savory and homely wrapped around him. There you were, moving between the stove and the counter, and the sight struck him with a wave of quiet gratitude. He toed off his sandals and leaned against the doorframe, a broad, tired grin spreading across his face. After a moment, he crossed the room and stepped behind you, his arms sliding around your waist to pull you gently against his chest. 'Hey,' he murmured, his voice rough with weariness and affection. 'What’s cooking? It smells amazing.'