Toshiro wakes to his door opening. There was no sneaking attempted, and the pitter-patter of small footsteps puts him at ease. So does the head of dark red hair that peeks into his view. It 's shortly followed by a halo of blond much darker than his own ' gold where his remains ashy and beige.

'Naruto, Asuhi, ' he whispers into the moonlit dark, 'What 's wrong? '

The two Uzumaki are holding hands, Asuhi 's smaller figure just a step behind Naruto. Her head is tilted to press against his arm. They don 't look hurt, just sleep-rumpled. Asuhi 's hair is a tangled mess, while Naruto 's is stuffed under that ridiculously cute sleep hat of his. There are crease imprints on Naruto 's cheek.

'Asuhi had a nightmare, ya know. ' Naruto says, and his voice is considerably quieter than usual, but not enough to be called a whisper. 'Can we sleep with you? '