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The disaster struck when Naruto was out, shopping for groceries. He took out his trusty frog wallet, affectionately named Gama-chan, but the second he clipped it open, the fabric ripped off from the frame, and his coins and notes fell on the floor.
Naruto stared at his wallet, terror rocking his features. Gama-chan had been his companion since he’d been about six or seven years old. It was one of the first things he’d bought for himself that hadn’t been food or clothing. It had served him faithfully up to this point.
“Aaaah! Gama-chan!” Naruto shrieked, ignoring the giggling onlookers as he frantically collected his money from the floor, along with the ripped-off pouch part. He was barely able to hold on to the rest of his dignity as he stuffed the money to his pockets, paid the groceries and quickly packed them. As he left the store, he was still gripping the frame and the pouch in his bandaged hand.
At that moment Naruto didn’t care that he was 32 years old and the Seventh Hokage of Konohagakure. It wasn’t important, because one of his oldest friends was now gone.
***
“It’s a wallet,” Sasuke said incrediously. “It’s literally only a wallet.”
“You don’t understand!” Naruto wailed. “I’ve had it since I was six! Gama-chan is very important to me!”
“It’s a wallet,” Sasuke said, in unison with Kurama, who had been following Naruto’s mental breakdown since afternoon. “And who the hell gives names for their wallets?”
“You guys are not helping!” Naruto said desperately. He had tried fix the wallet himself, but to no success—it was simply too old and too frail to work anymore. The remains of Gama-chan were now on the coffee table, Naruto looking at them in distraught.
Naruto had been forced to rummage around their house for what had seemed like an eternity, until he’d come across one of Sasuke’s old wallets. It was a basic, black wallet, with nothing extra, and Naruto hated it. But he had to have something for his money.
“If it’s so important to you, get a new one,” Sasuke said, raising his eyebrow. He was lounging on the sofa without a care, his vest open and his legs resting on the edge of the coffee table. He’d just returned from one of his travels, and would be leaving again soon enough.
“I already tried, but they’re sold out everywhere in Konoha,” Naruto complained, slumping beside Sasuke and resting his head against his husband’s shoulder. “And I can’t just send messages everywhere asking about a damn frog-shaped wallet. People would laugh at me.”
“They were already laughing at you for still using that,” Sasuke said, nodding towards poor Gama-chan. “So what difference does it make?”
“I can’t go around asking for frog wallets when I’m the goddamn Hokage,” Naruto said defensively. It wouldn’t actually be that weird, considering who he was, but somehow the thought of actually doing it felt suddenly extremely embarrassing.
Maybe he was getting a bit too worked up about a frog-shaped wallet, but he was attached to it. He didn’t want to use a boring adult wallet.
Now, apparently, he had no other choice.
Sasuke placed a kiss to his hair and said, “May Gama-chan rest in peace.”
Naruto pouted and looked at Sasuke. “When you say it like that, it sounds almost like you’re making fun of me.”
“I would never,” Sasuke dead-panned, his face unreadable as ever.
“You are totally lying,” Naruto informed him.
They shared eye contact for about two seconds and then Naruto pulled him closer to a demanding, hungry kiss.
***
Naruto’s new life without Gama-chan wasn’t nearly as easy as he’d hoped. Since he was so used to the shape and feel of it, he continously forgot the the ugly black one to the house, his office, or at worst, to the store.
He kept it to himself, though, because he was the Hokage, after all, and he needed to at least seem like a professional.
But despite that, Naruto still wanted a new, silly wallet. He scoured the shops in Konoha on a weekly basis, but found nothing.
Naruto almost asked for Sasuke to search for one during his travels, but then he thought about Sasuke’s reaction to such a request, and decided not to.
One day Naruto was going through yet another pile of paperwork when Shikamaru came in, carrying a small parcel.
“This was just delivered here,” he said and handed it over. “It’s for you specifically.”
Naruto took the parcel and glanced at it. It was pretty small and light and Naruto had absolutely no clue what would be inside it. He carefully opened it—and his jaw dropped.
“No way,” he said hoarsely.
Shikamaru looked vaguely alarmed, but Naruto waved his hand. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s nothing bad.”
“Then what?” his advisor asked, squinting.
Naruto took out contents of the parcel, and the second Shikamaru saw it, he rolled his eyes.
“For crying out loud,” he said.
It was a frog-shaped wallet. Not identical to the one he’d had, but it was big enough and would work perfectly.
“You are called Gamasuke,” Naruto said, satisfied, immediately moving his money to it and throwing the black one to his desk drawer.
“I shouldn’t have expected nothing else,” said Shikamaru, then leaving Naruto to continue working.
Naruto did, but not before he’d stared at his new frog wallet, ridiculously happy.
***
“You’ll never guess what happened,” Naruto said excitedly to Sasuke instantly when he came to visit home again about a month later.
“You’ve actually been working?” Sasuke guessed, hanging his cloak and dropping his satchel on the floor.
“Ha ha,” Naruto said, offended. “I do work. Quite a lot, in fact. I don’t use shadow clones that much.”
“Uh-huh,” Sasuke said, evidently not believing him. It was probably Naruto’s own fault, because during his first years as Hokage, he had skipped work with shadow clones to have more free time. These days, he knew better.
Naruto showed him the new wallet, beaming. “I guess someone heard me having a crisis and they sent me a gift!”
Sasuke stared at the frog wallet, then shook his head. “I have no words.”
“You don’t need them,” Naruto said happily. “I named this after you—it’s Gamasuke.”
Sasuke sputtered and gave him a look that pretty much said, “You are an idiot.”
“Frogs aren’t even that cute,” Sasuke said, stopping to stroke one of their cats that had come to meet him.
“Excuse me, you’re married to a toad sage,” Naruto pointed out. “Are you saying I’m not cute?”
“I refuse to dignify that question with an answer,” Sasuke said and disappeared upstairs.
“Welcome to the family, Gamasuke,” Naruto said to the wallet.
***
It took about a month for the next parcel to arrive.
This time Naruto was perpexled too, even more so when he found a frog keychain and some tacky fridge magnets.
“Someone really knows I like frogs,” he said to Shikamaru, who was too astonished to reply.
But then it continued. Not weekly, but Naruto started to get more and more parcels delivered to his office, and all of them had the same theme: they were all kinds of frog-shaped things. More keychains and fridge magnets, figurines, even plushies. Whoever sent these went through an extra trouble to find them, and while Naruto was touched, he had to wonder. Why would anyone do this? They were just, well, frogs.
Of course they made him happy, and he started collecting them on a special shelf, ignoring Sasuke’s complaints every time he visited home.
At one point he’d gotten enough parcels for it to get more widespread attention, and he had to make a statement—that he wasn’t receiving bribes or anything of the sort, he just had a very dedicated frog dealer somewhere.
People laughed at him, of course, but it was better than being accused of corruption.
When Sasuke came home again, three months after the most recent delivery, he actually laughed when Naruto told him about it.
“Corrupted by frogs,” Sasuke chuckled.
“I’ll probably never know who sends me that stuff,” Naruto said, “but not that it matters much. At least I was able to start a new collection.”
Sasuke hummed noncommittally.
***
The next morning Sasuke got up before Naruto.
Naruto was only half-awake as Sasuke kissed his forehead and said, “I’ll be back in the evening,” before going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Since Naruto still had least an hour left to sleep, he gladly used it. By the time he woke up again, the house was quiet, Sasuke had left and their cats were sleeping on the empty part of the bed where Sasuke had slept.
Naruto got up with a yawn and ventured to the kitchen, stretching. The first thing he saw was the breakfast that Sasuke had left for him, as well as a thermos full of coffee.
He was about to take a mug from the cabinet when his eyes caught something.
Naruto turned to take a better look. There, on the table, was another mug. It was a new one—he’d never had a mug like that.
It was shaped like a frog, and it was huge enough for his morning coffee.
I think I know who your frog dealer is, said Kurama, his laughter reverberating in Naruto’s mind.
“Sasuke!” Naruto screeched. “He totally played me with that innocent act. I should have known!” Now that he thought about it, it was obvious. Who else would know about his love for frogs so intimately if not his husband?
He probably bought that wallet too, Kurama guessed.
Sasuke still wasn’t that comfortable with showing affection, and Naruto had always respected that. But this—this was completely new level of affection. It would have required for Sasuke to actively search for frog-related things while traveling. And he had done that to make Naruto happy.
Don’t burst into tears now, Kurama groaned. Of course he would do it for you.
“I’m not about to cry,” Naruto huffed, tears welling up in his eyes. “Sasuke is so dumb.” The dumb love of his life. Naruto was filled to the brim with emotions, and he cursed Sasuke for leaving so early. He’d done that probably on purpose, to prevent Naruto from doing what he probably would have done—launched himself at Sasuke and screaming.
He definitely planned to do that later, though.
***
That day Naruto left a clone to finish his work, because he wanted too much confront Sasuke about the frogs.
Luckily Sasuke was home by the time Naruto got back, cooking dinner in the kitchen.
“Your shift isn’t over yet,” Sasuke said without turning.
“It is for me,” Naruto said stubbornly. “The clone can handle three hours.”
Sasuke didn’t comment. Naruto went to the kitchen, and promptly took the knife Sasuke had been holding, setting it aside.
“I was using that,” Sasuke said, annoyed.
“Not right now,” Naruto countered. He forced Sasuke to turn so that they were facing each other.
“I need prepare the dinner,” Sasuke said, but made no real attempt to reach the knife.
Naruto ignored him. He took Sasuke’s face between his hands and kissed him with enough force for them to bump against the table.
“You’ve taken on a new job,” Naruto said against Sasuke’s mouth.
“I haven’t,” Sasuke said half-heartedly.
“So like you,” Naruto muttered, kissing him again. “My dumb frog dealer.”
“That sounds terrible,” Sasuke whispered, his hand slipping under Naruto’s shirt.
“Should’ve thought twice before hunting all those frogs for me,” Naruto said, grinning. Sasuke frowned, but his face was bright red. “Thank you. I love all of them. Especially my Gamasuke.”
“You are,” Sasuke said, his lips brushing Naruto’s neck, “a dumbass.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before,” Naruto said with a happy sigh.
Their kiss dragged on, but then Sasuke said, “We really should make some dinner.”
“Does it involve more frogs?” Naruto asked innocently.
Sasuke didn’t bother to reply, but as he retrieved the knife, he was smiling.