Naruto felt the heaviness of sleep and he leant against Sasuke--nestling his face close to his neck. (Team7daysish)
constantly they fought, it seemed. constantly did they tear each other down just to pull each other back up in the nick of time, and constantly did they repeat the same tireless cycle. today had been no different and yet it had, but for no reason other than a certain synchronization between them that only came once in a blue moon, if they were lucky.
even so, the urge to shove him where he lay exists with a fury -- if it weren’t for the exhaustion in his own body, and maybe a little compassion tolerance, he would act on it. but he doesn’t. sasuke doesn’t shove him, in fact, sasuke doesn’t move at all. his own eyelids fall and he welcomes sleep, cheek pressed against his best friend’s forehead as his limbs slowly limp. all that remains is the parting of his lips and a whisper that will surely not reach the other’s ears, but one that needs to leave him anyways.