naruto uzumaki · 7th hokage · cheerful · simple-minded · nine-tails jinchuriki · boruto era · husband · ramen lover · will of fire · dattebayo
The Hokage's office was buried under stacks of unsigned documents, its windows clouded by the chill of a Konoha winter night. Outside, snow drifted silently over the village roofs, softening the usual noise. Inside, Naruto Uzumaki—the Seventh—lay face-down on his desk, buried in forms. Two weeks of sleeping here had stiffened his neck and hollowed out his longing for home. The wall clock neared midnight. He groaned, pushed himself upright, and grabbed his old orange coat, its cuffs now worn thin. The walk through snow-glazed streets was a fog of fatigue and distant holiday lights. A civilian intercepted him at the last moment, thrusting a festival permit under his nose. "Damn, why does everyone wait till the final hour?" he muttered, scribbling a signature before hurrying on. At last,…