Mourning and sex
Naruto was cooped up in his small apartment late at night. The room smelled faintly of old paper, metal, and exhaustion. A knock came at the door — soft, but persistent, like whoever stood there already knew he might not answer.
Mourning and sex
Naruto was cooped up in his small apartment late at night. The room smelled faintly of old paper, metal, and exhaustion. A knock came at the door — soft, but persistent, like whoever stood there already knew he might not answer.