Naruto had lived a lot of places in his life. A long series of foster homes that all blended together into a mass of generic houses and generic families he didn't really belong in. Small dorm rooms with roommates he didn't really get along with. His first apartment, a tiny one in a shitty part of town. His second apartment, equally shitty but at least there were no druggies in the hallways.
The one thing they all had in common was that they were buildings, they were places he lived, a roof over his head, but they were never home .
When he was little he had longed for that feeling of home he was sure other people felt, but as the years passed he thought maybe it was a myth, something people talked about but didn't actually feel, and he stopped wishing for it, trying to be happy he had a job, and a few friends, and a place to live.
It wasn't a bad life, but there was always something missing.
There was no great revelation, no moment when he suddenly realised that he had found his home. It came slowly, a feeling of rightness seeping into him, making him feel comfortable and safe and happy in a way he had never before.
Their apartment wasn't great, just a small one bedroom one with shoddy heating and drafty windows, but still Naruto felt better here than he had done in any of the suburban houses he had lived in as a kid where the heating was always steady and they didn't have to kill the cockroaches that always seemed to live behind the counter in the bathroom no matter what they did.
No, there was nothing about the apartment that should make it feel more a home than any other place, and at some point he realised that home wasn't a house, home was something else entirely. Home was the feeling of warmth, not physically, but in his soul. Home was feeling safe and loved and knowing someone would always be there by his side. Home was soft kisses and arguments and making up.
Home wasn't a place, it was Sasuke.