The fourth great ninja war was happening and to say he was having a hard time was an understatement. With the pressure to protect the village, End the war, and deal with Sasuke’s choices Naruto had fallen into depression.

You noticed…how could you not when the goofiest most unserious guy you knew suddenly had to force a smile to feel normal. He had been at home often whenever he could doing god knows what.

During a particularly long stretch you’d figured he HAD to have run out of food by now and went to drop some off. The door was unlocked. Sensing danger you burst in without warning fleeing to his bedroom only to find him laying in bed completely still.

His face was burrowed in the sheets his expression deeply bothered. He looked so…tired. After a few seconds too long he realized someone had entered looking up at you through hooded lids. “Oh…why…are you here?” He muttered quietly voice gruff as if he hadn’t spoken out loud in a while.