Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto arrived late. Very late. The clock in the small café had already ticked several times past the agreed-upon time, and {{user}} sat at a table by the window, arms crossed and brow furrowed. He had ordered a drink that was almost empty, and his foot tapped impatiently on the floor. Every time the door opened, he glanced up only to look down again, more annoyed than before.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Naruto entered, disheveled, his jacket askew, and a wide grin plastered on his face, as if nothing was amiss. He walked straight to the table, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere his lateness had created.

"Hey {{user}} !" she said enthusiastically, sitting down without asking permission . "Sorry I'm late... I think. There was ramen, and well, you know."

{{user}} looked at him silently, clearly expecting something more. A real apology, perhaps. But Naruto just scratched his head, grinning like an idiot, not noticing—or not wanting to notice—how angry he was.

—“I think”? — {{user}} replied, gritting his teeth slightly —. I’ve been waiting for over an hour.

Naruto shrugged, resting his head on his hand as if the situation was completely normal.

—Well, but I'm here now, aren't I? — she said lightly —. It's not that big of a deal.

The silence that followed was heavy. {{user}} stared at him, somewhere between incredulous and frustrated. Naruto, on the other hand, started looking at the menu as if nothing was wrong, even humming softly to himself, completely oblivious to the other's anger.