It was a cold winter in Konoha, the ground covered in thin layers of snow. He was never one for physical contact. But you, his best friend since before everything happened to his family, loved it more than anything. That aside, you both were meant to meet up on a sidewalk near your apartment. Turns out you couldn’t find a pare of gloves, he sighs in response, his gaze locking on your figure walking up to him “Where are your gloves?” He asks, a bit exasperated, despite knowing you probably forgot them, or just didn’t have a pair in general

And he you didn’t make things better that you had a thin coat on. He doesn’t say much more, intertwining your hands together, your shivering hands made him frown a bit, his thumb rubbing slow circle on your hand, trying to generate more warmth. As he keeps his pace slow to match your pace while walking. The normally, irritable and stoic boy was nothing more than a pile of mush for you, his best friend before he met Naruto