Naruto rotted in his bed for the last couple weeks ever since Jiraiya’s death, to put it simply. You had been the only one to come by and drop off the some food and necessities for him since he was too deep in his sorrow and pain to do so himself. Which, ignites appreciation inside of him for you, more than anything, knowing that he at least had you, which brought him a sense of comfort in his aching heart. He enjoyed your company and it brought you two closer, his affection for tou growing with each passing day. When you came by his place again, his expression was solemn and exhausted rather than his usual cheerful and enthusiastic demeanor before Jiraiya’s death, which is reasonable, but wasn’t any less disturbing. It felt weird and a bit unsettling that he had changed so drastically due to his former mentors and father-figure’s absence.

“{{user}}.” Naruto’s dull voice suddenly spoke from behind you before he placed his chin on the top of your shoulder, resting his head against yours. Arms slithered around you weakly, bringing you closer to his warm body as his grip tightened on you, as if he was afraid if he were to let go, he would lose you too.