Comfort Character

// 002 //

THE cup of coffee in her hands was like a wake-up call.

Sitting inside the dimly-lit kitchen twenty minutes after her supposed fight for survival, y/n's eyes had long since switched from frightened to inquisitive. At the current events she had previously deemed impossible, the nineteen-year-old could not stop ogling at the blonde male sitting across from her at the narrow table. Something like sheer, utter astonishment glimmered inside her as her eyes trailed across his broad shoulders and weird clothes. 

His pants were orange and absolutely hideous in person, as well as turning him into a walking example of a highlighter kid. She'd draw him in black ones from now on, instead. Or perhaps in a pair of simple jeans. Yeah, those would look good on him. Naruto Uzumaki in denim. With a belt, and a nicely fitting t-shirt. To really accentuate all those rippling muscles on his arms and back. Or should she give him a jacket, instead? He'd look cute in that, too...

y/n crossed her legs, the low squeak of protest to sound from the shabby, wooden chair she currently occupied drawing his attention to her. His eyes flicked across her face now; inspecting and unknowingly breaking her brainstorming.
Finally landing back to reality, her lips curled into a tentative smile, the gesture ever so slightly awkward. Being polite, she had given up the only good chair for her guest to use.

Ah yes, her guest, slash, intruder. The Naruto Uzumaki. Lounging inside her kitchen at two in the morning, and running calloused fingertips across the printed daisies plastered on a mug of coffee she had offered him earlier. 

Despite accepting it, he hadn't consumed a single drop. She didn't bother asking why.

Though, what she did do - was finally manage to muster enough courage to ask, "So, you're really... Naruto?"

"What's that even supposed to mean?" Naruto stared at her across the table, tracing the rim of the porcelain with a single fingertip, "Am I really Naruto? Of course I am! I've told you my name, haven't I?"

Holy crap, he didn't know. 

He didn't know!

"It's just..." she trailed off, trying to find a proper explanation. A stable-enough reasoning that she indeed wasn't going completely, utterly mad. "You're not... Real. You aren't supposed to be real, I mean."

At the dumbfounded look to cross his face, her gaze immediately dipped to her lap. Skilful fingers fidgeted around the hem of her nightgown now, nails tracing the silk with subtle urgency. He probably thought of her as an idiot.

"Well, I'm sitting right in front of ya, aren't I?" his voice reached her finally, "I'm pretty sure that's enough to prove I'm real."

"Yes, but..." she breathed, looking up. "How?"

He inclined his head at the curt question, summer-sky blue eyes meeting her own vibrant irises. Naruto swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, "How, what?"