A few years ago, when that trading company was authorized to launch various merchandise featuring Uzumaki Naruto, Gaara found himself completely unable to resist.
Almost subconsciously and out of control, he poured all the personal funds at his disposal into buying everything related to Naruto.
From the very first batch of products, he became the most loyal collector, and he would try to buy every new release, making him one of the series' most prestigious customers.
Thus, this room became his collection room.
On the soft, large sofa sat Uzumaki Naruto plush pillow. The walls were covered with Naruto paintings of various sizes and poses. Even the curtains had the Uzumaki Clan crest pattern, with gold as the main color. The bookshelves were not filled with documents, but with neatly arranged Naruto dolls and badges. Even the carpet and cushions had warm tones and spiral patterns.
On the small table in the very center of the room were Gaara's most precious treasures.
It was an exquisitely framed photograph containing a somewhat old picture. In the photo, the background was the architecture of Sand Village, Uzumaki Naruto was sitting with one arm affectionately around Gaara's shoulder, pulling him closer to him.
Gaara appears somewhat reserved in the photo, but his face displays a clear, relaxed, and genuine smile. It is one of the most beautiful testaments to their friendship.
Gaara's gaze fell on the photograph, his eyes so tender they could melt. He carefully took out the newly acquired [ Uzumaki Naruto Hokage Successor ] card, walked to the table, and opened the special card album on it.
The card album's inner pages were almost completely filled, filled entirely with Uzumaki Naruto cards from different periods, in different designs, and with different titles. He solemnly inserted the new card into the designated slot.
After doing all this, his gaze returned to the group photo.
Today... is Naruto's birthday.
Gaara would never forget this day. He's the kind of person who might even forget his own birthday, yet he firmly remembers Naruto's birthday.
He had already carefully prepared the birthday gift and entrusted the most reliable messenger to send it to Konoha. Judging by the time, it should arrive on time tomorrow.
Just thinking that Naruto is now a hero revered by everyone in Konoha, no longer hurt by the stigma of being called the " Demon Fox," and living happily in the sunshine and love fills Gaara's heart with a sense of peace and pure joy.
Finally, Gaara reluctantly and with utmost care placed the photo frame back in its original spot, making sure it was secure.
Taking a deep breath, Gaara turned around, ready to return to the mountain of official duties outside.
But as long as he thinks of this room, of that smile in the photo, of Naruto living happily somewhere, no matter how heavy his workload or how tired he is, he can feel a warm power rising from the bottom of his heart, supporting him to keep going.
"What is Naruto doing right now?"
As Gaara couldn't help but think, "He should be resting by now, right? What might he be thinking about before he falls asleep? Does he... ever think about me?"
With this image in mind, Gaara gently closed the door to the lounge, temporarily locking that golden warmth behind him. As long as this longing and hope existed, even the longest nights and the heaviest workloads were no longer unbearable. In this tranquil reverie, he drew strength to continue forward.
In Naruto's room, the spacious bed, personally chosen by Satsuki as a gift years ago, now bears the weight of the two young lovers pouring out their hearts to each other.
The two sat side by side on the edge of the bed, their bodies naturally and closely nestled together. Naruto Satsuki's soft body even deeper into his embrace, feeling the warmth of her body and her faint fragrance. He felt that he had completely fallen into the unique emotional Uzumaki she had created.
Once the floodgates of emotion are opened, they can never be closed again. After his initial shyness and passivity, Naruto's deep-seated instinct to get close to her and respond to her gradually takes over.
This kiss was no longer a surprise attack initiated by Satsuki. Naruto, though shy, responded in his own way with utmost sincerity.
At first, it was just a gentle touch, filled with careful cherishing. Then, after feeling Satsuki's unreserved acceptance and encouragement, that restraint gradually transformed into a deeper longing.
With a clean yet fiery sense of exploration between their lips, and still with somewhat awkward movements, Satsuki was completely immersed in the intimacy that Naruto had initiated.
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and a blush of happiness spread across her face. She relaxed her body, letting Naruto lead the rhythm, which was equally unfamiliar to her.
She gently wrapped her arms around Naruto's waist, her fingertips tightening as she felt the lines of his clothes beneath. Naruto's hands, as if possessing their own will, slid down from her shoulders and back, firmly supporting her slender waist.
A sweet yet heart-pounding tranquility filled the air, broken only by the occasional soft friction between lips and teeth and the intertwined, gradually becoming more rapid breaths.
Feelings fermented and intensified silently, carrying the purest and most fervent passion of this age.
After what seemed like an eternity, the long kiss finally came to an end. Their foreheads touched, their noses lightly brushed, maintaining an intimate distance where they could still feel each other's warm breath.
Satsuki slowly opened her eyes, her dark eyes reflecting Naruto's face shimmering with tears, filled with a hazy, emotional state and a deeper longing.
She was panting, her gaze fixed on the zipper of Naruto's jacket. Recalling the "textbook" she had hastily reviewed, she mustered her courage, reached out, and with trembling fingers, pinched the metal pull of the zipper, trying to pull it open.
At the same time, with her other hand, she tentatively and guidingly took Naruto's hand, which was still resting on her waist, leading it towards some more sensitive parts of her body that could please him...
"... Wait a moment."
Just as the atmosphere reached its most ambiguous point, Naruto suddenly stopped what he was doing. His voice was a little hoarse, with suppressed gasps.
He released his arms from Satsuki, gently grasped her wrist as she tried to unzip her zipper, the pressure was very light, more like a soothing gesture to stop her, and then slowly stood up.
He walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and rummaged through the slightly messy small items inside. Soon, he took something out.
A penguin-shaped combination lock.
This is a souvenir he won in a lottery at a shop in Konoha.
He took the penguin lock back to the door and, with a "click," firmly locked the small but sturdy latch onto the existing door lock latch on the inside of the door.
In this way, even if someone has a key from the outside, they won't be able to easily open the door.
After doing all this, he turned around and looked again at Satsuki, who was looking at him with a questioning yet expectant gaze by the bedside.
(The author understands the consequences of being sued... It seems to be completely forbidden, and accounts will be banned... Writing this book would allow me to end it immediately, I'm very sorry... The group is now just a regular discussion group.)