Trust

                                    

                                          


                          
You stand in front of Naruto's apartment with a pot of sunflowers and some take-out ramen from Ichiraku. You're honestly really afraid of Naruto's reaction to your graduation and you know for sure that he's feeling really betrayed about the whole thing. That's why you're here. To make peace.


                          
You just can't seem to ring the doorbell. According to the position of the sun, it's just about hit the late afternoon (although the colors of the sky can easily tell you that) and you're 100% sure that he's probably sulking in his room and attempting to learn as many techniques from the public ninjutsu scrolls from the library to try to catch up. Or he's out practicing his taijutsu.


                          
You pray that he's home.


                          
Taking in a deep breath, you steel your resolve and move closer to the door, a (rare) sheepish expression on your face. You extend a finger to ring the doorbell, and you wait. The nervousness is starting to creep up the sides of your neck and your sword is dangling from your hip. You know your friends are important, so you decide to start with Uzumaki Naruto, the single beam of light in your life.


                          
Your oasis.


                          
The door starts to shake and you can hear the clicking of the lock. It cracks open and you can see familiar blond hair peeking from behind the narrow opening. He takes a good look at you and hmphs, closing the door shut loudly but you don't hear his footsteps walking away.


                          
"Naruto, open the door, please?" You simper, leaning your forehead against the surface of the door. Emotions are tiring but friends are important. Naruto is important. 


                          
The door doesn't open.


                          
You feel your courage wavering and your shoulders slump. You're so tired. So, so tired. The adrenaline in your system is dying down and you feel the brunt of your repressed emotions again. You try again, readjusting your hold on the pot and the plastic bag, "Hokage-sama, please open the door?"


                          
The door shakes and you straighten up your posture immediately. The door finally swings open and you see Naruto with a greatly exaggerated scowl. A shaky breath slips past your lips and you try to muster up a smile.


                          
"I brought you food and a token of goodwill, o' great Hokage-sama," You prostate yourself lower than his eye level, lifting the plant and the ramen up to him as tribute.


                          
There is silence and it's kind of killing you right now. So you lift up your head to gauge your situation and you find Naruto looking at you with guarded eyes. He leaves the door open and walks deeper into his apartment. You take it as a sign as he's allowing you to enter, which you do. You sit on the elevated platform before the living room, unzipping your sandals slowly.


                          
Naruto's not saying anything to you and its suffocating you. A drip of sweat falls down from the side of your face as you shuffle to the dining table, the both of your gifts in your arms. He's just sitting there, at one end with a permanent scowl on his face and both his arms crossed. Your smile is starting to waver.


                          
You've never seen that expression on him before. He was mostly with that big grin of his, smiling or laughing. Happy. He's not happy here before you.


                          
"N-naruto...?" You place both of the objects gingerly on the table and take a seat. The light is casting shadows over his eyes and you can't really gauge the situation. Cold sweat starts forming on your temple, where your hairline meets your forehead and your hands are starting to tremble. You can't fathom how everything is going to change if Naruto didn't want to talk to you anymore.