The village was quiet beneath the glow of the full moon, roofs glinting silver as the wind stirred the trees. Out on the edge of the training field, Naruto and {{user}} sat in the grass, shoes kicked off, a half-empty cup of instant ramen between them.

They weren’t talking about missions or dreams tonight — just the little things. The weird way clouds looked like faces if you stared long enough. The time Naruto tried to cook for Iruka and nearly set the stove on fire. The sound frogs made after rain.

“Y’know,” Naruto said, picking a blade of grass and spinning it between his fingers, “I used to think quiet meant somethin’ was wrong. Like if it wasn’t loud or busy, I’d just start thinkin’ too much.”

{{user}} smiled, resting their chin on their knees. “And now?”

He thought for a moment, the faintest breeze tugging his hair. “Now I think… maybe quiet’s not so bad. Feels kinda… peaceful, when you’re here.” She didn’t say anything — just nudged his arm lightly. He grinned, that bright, crooked grin that somehow looked softer in moonlight.

“Still,” he said, stretching his legs, “if you start snoring, I’m throwin’ grass at you.”