Naruto was standing at the window, nose pressed against the glass, each breath fogging it up for a moment.
It was dark outside, the sky black, heavy clouds hiding moon and stars, but underneath a layer of white was growing on the ground, flurries of snow dancing in the wind before settling, blanketing the streets.
Naruto was cold, but he didn't want to move from the window to put on more clothes or hide underneath blankets, not yet.
His gaze wandered across the street, searching for something breaking the monotony of white, but it seemed like the city was completely deserted, no cars plowing its way through it, no one insane enough to brave the growing storm at feet.
Usually Naruto didn't mind snowstorms, was fascinated by how the snow came out of seemingly nowhere to settle across the ground, but now there was a seed of worry growing inside, and he wished it would stop snowing, wished it would just magically melt right away, but the weather gods cared little for his worry, continuing to pour masses of snow on the street, the cars parked along it slowly vanishing.
He was on the verge of running outside to start looking when he finally saw a dark shape pushing its way through the snow. The hood of a parka was pulled tight around the shape's face, a ring of faux fur growing white from ice. The snow reached midway up his calves already, over the edge of any boots he might be wearing.
Naruto kept watching until the shape vanished from his view, only then did he tear himself away from the cold glass, rushing towards his kitchenette to flip the switch on the electric kettle, and then towards the bathroom, pulling out the softest towel he had.
Just as he came back into the living room he heard the keys in the lock and the door swung open, the shape he'd just seen outside now in his hallway, kicking off boots that was already leaving puddles of melting snow on the floor.
Naruto waited just long enough for the parka to be unzipped and shrugged off before he leapt forward, throwing himself at Sasuke, complete faith that Sasuke would catch him.
He did, he always did, arms wrapping around him and keeping him steady as Naruto burrowed his face in Sasuke's neck, clinging to him like a koala.
He didn't let him go even as Sasuke changed into dry sweatpants and socks, making the process a lot more difficult than it otherwise would've been, but Sasuke didn't seem much.
Naruto hadn't seen him for two full weeks, and had worried the snow meant Sasuke would've been stuck across the state where he'd been working those weeks, but Sasuke had beat the storm before the trains stopped, and then walked all the way from the train station, just to get back to Naruto as he promised.
He only let go of Sasuke when he'd wrapped him up in three blankets on the couch, and then only to run to the kitchen, grabbing a mug, filling it with hot water and sticking the first teabag he could find into it, bringing it back to Sasuke. He gave him the mug, and then burrowed his ways underneath the blankets until he could curl up next to Sasuke, splaying a hand over his stomach underneath his sweater.
Suddenly having a snowstorm outside didn't seem all that bad anymore, because he had Sasuke right here with him.