ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ
ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ
ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘🍥༓🍥∘∙⊱⋅•⋅
"Have some fun and loosen up, Uzumaki! What fun is it to live if all you live in is fear?"
Y/n Hakura...
ೃ࿐💧·˚ ༘┊꒰🍥; 040. // i'll be here in the morning ~ pt. 2꒱ˊˎ
⋮
✧
. . ⇢ [Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ʀᴇᴄᴀᴘ:
"It wasn't normal for Naruto to act that way. You understood, given the present situation, a contrasted disposition was a given. But you'd just never seen him like that. So distant. So unwilling to start conversation... or was he?
You stopped that question.
It's frivolous to dissect the details of his reaction. It would do you no good. Instead, you stayed in that apartment the rest of the afternoon, witnessing the despondent sides of you and Naruto unfold.
And for the third and last time, words forgot who you were."] ˎˊ˗
︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
NIGHTTIME CHILLS trickled off him. Naruto, returning from his leave, shut the grunting door of the apartment.
He didn't know how long he'd been out. Ten hours. Ten minutes. Ten seconds. It all was the same.
In that time, however, he'd visited the local 24-hour corner store he'd known since childhood. It was there he occupied its outside bench, his legs not striving for inspiration to walk and defective.
That bell of their opening door chiming in the wind spoke of familiar days. Fond recollections of saving money to buy their biggest deal on packaged ramen met him when looking at its fluorescent flickering sign.
Blink. Blink. Blink, it reassured.
He'd marched in through those ringing doors and come back out a new man, gallons of ramen in his backpack and tasty delights weighing his shoulders.
Those were the memories. He needed them now. Desperately so. For whom was he without them? They'd brought him here, carrying and directing to this day.
