Warning...this is shounen ai-ish.
Right after I finished writing the first drabble under this title, inspiration struck and kept beating me over the head until it was written. Once again I loathe the last line…it just seems awkward.
Enjoy.
Happiness
For Naruto, happiness was black.
It was the comfort of strong arms supporting him when he could no longer hold himself. It was a bottomless gaze that was only ever warm and loving when looking at him. It was shelter from a village full of fear and hatred.It was a multitude of insults that were meant, but never for long. It was acknowledgement from his most important person. It was entwined limbs in the dead of night. It was the soft brush of hair on his chest as he woke. It was a welcome when he arrived home each night.
For Naruto, happiness was a boy who understood him like no one else.
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