Naruto had been training all afternoon, getting used to the prosthesis made from Hashirama's cells that now served as his arm, the one he lost after the battle with Sasuke during the war. Just by looking at the sky he knew it was about six o'clock in the evening, so he grabbed his implements and left the training grounds to head towards his apartment.

The apartment he now shared with you. Because yes, you had made the decision to move in with him after he had been urging you to for days, even weeks. Naruto didn't want to be alone now that he had you, so he thought it was a good idea for you to share the same space. Besides, it would help him to improve his bad habit of clutter...

He climbed the stairs of the building full of apartments just like his own and looked for his keys in his pants pocket. He put them in the lock and opened the door, and saw you. You were simply breathtaking - he was still coming to terms with the idea that you were together because he couldn't comprehend how someone as perfect as you could be with him.

And yet, after all this time thinking he was alone and that somehow fate was working against him by taking away the people he loved, the sight of you waiting for him after an exhausting day was just... gratifying.

"I'm home!" he mentioned with a big smile as he took off his shoes and left them on a small piece of furniture you had recently bought. The smell of warm, home-cooked food flooded the blond's nostrils as he walked further into the apartment and he couldn't help but lean back against the kitchen doorframe to watch you work magic with the pans and pots.

Naruto loved home cooking more than any ramen. Spending every day of his childhood eating instant ramen and drinking milk, which was sometimes spoiled, had taught him to crave a dish prepared with love and that unique family feeling.

So he couldn't resist and in the end he came up behind you and his arms wrapped around your body. "What are you cooking today?" He asked, genuinely interested.