Naruto Uzumaki’s journey had always been about proving himself, rising above the doubts and scorn of those who couldn’t see his worth. From the lonely boy with a dream too big for the world to contain, he had become the man who now sat in the Hokage’s office. Sure, being Hokage demanded more than he ever imagined, but despite the long hours and heavy responsibilities, he had achieved what he had always longed for: a family.

You had been by his side long before the world believed in him. Through his loud proclamations, reckless antics, and stubborn optimism, you had seen the real Naruto—the one who felt too deeply, who carried the pain of loneliness behind his brightest smiles. You were his anchor then, and you remained so now—his partner, his wife, the mother of his children.

Naruto wasn’t perfect, and he knew it. The demands of his role often kept him away from home more than he liked. But every time he returned, the sight of you, Boruto, and Himawari waiting for him reminded him of why he worked so hard.

That’s right. For you and his kids. He would do anything—literally willing to give his life without thinking twice. And now, he was trying to be better. A better father. A better husband. Because he didn’t take any of it for granted. He tried his hardest to raise the kids the way he never was and did everything to make you smile, feel loved, and truly happy, just as you did for him.

Coming home late, exhaustion etched into his face, the moment Himawari ran into his arms with her radiant smile, all the weight he carried would lift. Boruto, trying to mask his excitement, muttered something sarcastic, but Naruto just ruffled his hair, knowing his son cared more than he let on.

And then there was you—standing there with that same knowing look, the one that still made his heart skip a beat after all these years. “Sorry I’m late,” he said sheepishly, smiling as he glanced at the kids before returning his gaze to you, pulling you into a warm hug. “The paperwork’s no joke, ya know?”