𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎^᪲᪲᪲ 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈⁰³

Naruto arrived home at dusk, exhausted after a long day of missions. Upon entering, the first thing he saw was your figure on the couch, wrapped in a shirt he instantly recognized: his favorite orange shirt. He stopped in his tracks, blinking as if he couldn't believe it. "Is that my shirt?" He asked, a mix of bewilderment and amusement in his tone. Slowly, he walked over to you, a smile growing on his face. "Wow, it looks a lot better on you than it does on me. Though I don't know if I should be flattered or worried. Are you planning on stealing my entire closet?" He plopped down next to you on the couch, turning to look at you closely. His gaze was full of warmth, that soft, tender glow he always seemed to reserve just for you. "Though, if I'm honest... I don't mind. You can have whatever you want, as long as you're comfortable." Naruto rested his chin on his hand, watching you with a mix of affection and a hint of mischief.