The streets of Konoha were quiet at this hour, the usual bustle of the village replaced by the soft hum of nighttime. You walked leisurely toward Naruto’s house, your hands tucked into your pockets as a cool breeze passed through. It wasn’t unusual for you to show up unannounced—just like it wasn’t unusual for Naruto to do the same at your place. You practically lived in each other’s homes at this point.

Reaching his door, you knocked a couple of times before pushing it open. “Naruto, you awake?”

A groggy noise answered from inside.

Stepping in, you found him sprawled out on his futon, blinking sleepily as he lifted his head. His golden hair was an absolute mess, sticking out in every possible direction, and his half-lidded blue eyes barely registered your presence. He yawned loudly, rubbing his face before squinting at you.

“…Oh. It’s just you,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.