There's banging coming from the kitchen.
It's a loud reverberating sound that seems to condense and echo within the upstairs bedroom. Forcing Sasuke to rise from his burrow in the center of the bed. He takes a long moment to stretch his locked limbs. He already catches the scent of the old stove firing up. The leftover crumbs at the bottom always have a distinct oder to them.
Knowing that he won't be able to find his way back to sleep he slips completely from the covers. The floor is cold under his feet and the chill of the air raises goosebumps along his arms and torso. Not wasting any time he swiftly crosses the room to the closet. He kicks out a pair of orange slippers and pulls a bathrobe down from one of the broken hangers. The ratty material scratches at his body. It barely serves its intended function but he can't bring himself to mind it all that much.
Taking the staircase down two steps at a time, his body stepped into the kitchen before his mind realized it.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!"
"What-" Sasuke startles
Sasuke watches Naruto attempt to balance eight different ingredients in a single hand. Naruto grumpily murmurs about 'stupid bastards' all the while. He made for a jarring sight in the middle of the well organized kitchen. His worst for wear bright orange shirt stands in sharp contrast to the room. Most things would stand out against it, Sasuke thinks. The dark navy and gray color flowed well into a modern design. This apartment was constructed after the conclusion of the fourth great shinobi war. Most citizens rebuilt their traditional homes. Although some chose to move into more updated dwellings.
Naruto himself stands barefoot with his hair still flat on the side that he sleeps on. His boxers (the same ones Sasuke is sure he's had on for the last three days) are in a similar condition as his shirt.
After seeing him struggle for a few moments more Sasuke finally decides to take pity. Removing some of the objects from his arms, he walks them over to the countertop.
"Thanks Sas" Naruto said, smiling warmly. "Do you want to help me finish up?"
Sasuke knew he was shit at cooking but the look on the other mans face held hesitant hope deep within his features.
Sasuke scowled, "I guess, maybe half the village won't burn down this time-"
He can't even finish the sentence before Naruto lifts him off of his feet. Nearly undoing Sasuke's hard work by swinging him to close to the counter where the food lay.
"I found these in the back of the fridge-"
Ah, he understands. Naruto has decided to try a new "recipe". Although recipe might be to kind of a descriptor.
"And I think if I turn the tomatoes into a sauce-"
A more accurate term would be Creation
"And by the time I get it Into the oven- HEY! Are you even listening!?"
"Of course" Sasuke said instinctively.
"Good, help me cut the carrots?" Naruto asks while rummaging in the refrigerator for god knows what.
"Sure"