Winter
(Creative Cruelty)
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Naruto dislikes winter.
The cold that makes him hurt and keeps him trapped beneath the layers of clothes that he needs to keep piling on, in order to control the constant shivering.
He’s cold most of the time anyway, and the dropping temperature does nothing to help him. He dislikes the long, dark nights that last for much too long, stretching well into what should have been a new day.
The world seems bigger somehow in winter. Looking up at the sky and all it’s stars reminds Naruto of places he wants to forget. The icy wind is sharp and sometimes Naruto’s heart skips a beat, because is that the wind or someone’s – his – fingertips? Will there be a sea of tulips waiting for him behind the next corner?
“You’re never really warm, are you?” Sasuke asks, pressing his palm against Naruto’s chest. They’re in Naruto’s bed once again, with thick blankets covering them, lying side by side.
“Not in winter,” Naruto replies, and Sasuke snorts.
“It’s like the blood inside you doesn’t flow,” Sasuke continues. “It’s like you’re dead. Cold and dead. A fucking corpse.”
“So necrophilia is your kink?” Naruto smirks. Outside, snow keeps falling and Naruto hates it. Doesn’t want to notice it. Tries to not focus on it.
So he focuses on Sasuke, who’s not as cold as Naruto, and very willing to share the warmth he has.
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