Dark. Cold. Dangerous. Alone.
The raven haired man stared up at the white ceiling in the dark room; he'd memorized every bump, stain, and pinhole above, able to locate them in total darkness. It was his favorite pastime, other than occasionally punching it to change the scenery.
He was dark; he knew this, accepted this. He knew he needed light, but he was too prideful to ask for it, to seek it out. For now, he would just lay, just stare, just listen, just wait. Thunder rumbled just outside his window, lightning cracking down and lighting up the sky; rain poured from the heavens, pounding the earth constantly outside.
Another crack, and he heard his window pop and slide open; a familiar silhouette slipped inside, sopping wet and dripping all over his floor.
His blonde stripped and padded over to the hamper, dropping his clothes in the plastic bin; the man rummaged in his dresser and pulled on a pair of boxers, padding silently over to the bed. He grinned sheepishly at his best friend, ruffling his golden mane before flopping ungracefully beside him. Naruto babbled all about his day and occasionally complained and often made bad jokes; he poked his Uchiha and annoyed him until he succeeded in gaining a smile, however small and faint.
The older man sighed, allowing his sun to pull him into his arms, nestling into his hair and holding him close; he could feel the darkness fading away, light slowly filling him like a summer sunset. He closed his eyes, breathed, and relaxed.
Light. Warm. Safe. Content.