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The sky had been bleeding red for three days now.

Naruto pressed his back against the crumbling wall of what used to be the Hokage's office, breathing heavily as dust and debris continued to rain down from above. His orange jacket was torn in several places, stained with dirt and blood—some his own, some belonging to the countless civilians he'd helped evacuate over the past seventy-two hours. His throat felt raw, scratched from shouting orders, calling out names, screaming until his voice nearly gave out entirely.

But none of that mattered now. Nothing mattered except the figure standing twenty feet away from him, silhouetted against the apocalyptic glow of the approaching celestial body that would soon end everything they'd ever known.

"Sasuke," he whispered, the name falling from his lips like a prayer.

The Uchiha stood perfectly still, his dark hair moving slightly in the unnatural wind that had been picking up as the meteor's gravitational pull grew stronger. His back was to Naruto, shoulders straight and proud even as the world crumbled around them. Even now, at the very end of everything, Sasuke Uchiha carried himself with that same quiet dignity that had both frustrated and fascinated Naruto since they were children.

It had taken Naruto two days to find him.

Two days of searching through the ruins of Konoha, following leads from other survivors, tracking chakra signatures that grew fainter by the hour as people either fled to distant shelters or simply... gave up. Some had chosen to spend their final hours with loved ones. Others had decided to face the end alone, in meditation or prayer or simple acceptance.

Naruto had refused to accept that Sasuke might be among the latter group.

The meteor—officially designated as "Celestial Object Omega" by the scientific community before all communication networks had failed—was roughly the size of a small moon. It had appeared seemingly from nowhere, its trajectory locked onto Earth with devastating precision. No amount of jutsu, no combination of the world's most powerful shinobi, no technological intervention had been able to alter its course even slightly.

The impact would occur in approximately eighteen minutes.

Naruto had done the math. He'd had plenty of time to do the math over the past three days, as he'd helped coordinate evacuation efforts and tried desperately to maintain some semblance of hope among the populace. The meteor would strike somewhere in the Land of Fire, roughly two hundred miles southeast of their current location. The initial impact would create a crater several miles wide and trigger earthquakes that would level every structure within a thousand-mile radius.

But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was what would happen next. The debris kicked up into the atmosphere would block out the sun for months, possibly years. The temperature would drop drastically. Most plant life would die. The food chain would collapse. Even if someone could somehow survive the initial destruction, the nuclear winter that followed would finish the job.

It was over. Everything was over.

And yet, here he was, standing in the ruins of his home village, staring at the back of the man he'd spent his entire life trying to save, trying to understand, trying to reach.

"I knew you'd find me eventually," Sasuke said quietly, still not turning around. His voice carried clearly despite the growing rumble from above. "You always were annoyingly persistent."

Naruto let out a shaky laugh, pushing himself away from the wall and taking a few steps closer. "Yeah, well... couldn't let you face the end of the world alone, could I? What kind of best friend would that make me?"

"Best friend." Sasuke repeated the words like he was testing their weight. "Is that what we are?"

The question hung in the air between them, heavy with years of unspoken truths and complicated feelings that neither of them had ever quite managed to put into words. Naruto felt his chest tighten, not from the increasingly thin air or the pressure changes caused by the approaching meteor, but from the familiar ache that always seemed to accompany his thoughts about Sasuke.

"I don't know what we are," Naruto admitted, his voice quieter now. "I never did figure that out, did I? Even after all these years."

Sasuke's shoulders shifted slightly—not quite a shrug, but close. "Does it matter now?"

"I... I think it might be the only thing that matters now."

Finally, Sasuke turned. His dark eyes met Naruto's blue ones, and for a moment, the approaching end of the world seemed to fade into background noise. Sasuke looked tired—more tired than Naruto had ever seen him. There were lines around his eyes that hadn't been there a year ago, and his usually perfect posture showed just the slightest hint of weariness.

But he was still beautiful. Still the same Sasuke who had captured Naruto's attention from the very first day at the Academy, all those years ago.

"You look like hell," Sasuke observed, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in what might have been the ghost of a smile.

"Right back at you, bastard." Naruto's grin was automatic, the familiar banter falling into place despite everything. "When's the last time you slept? Or ate? Or—"

"Three days ago. Same as everyone else." Sasuke's expression grew more serious. "There didn't seem to be much point after the announcement."

Naruto winced. The announcement. He remembered it clearly—Tsunade's face on every screen and communication device across the shinobi world, her voice steady and professional even as she delivered humanity's death sentence. No sugar-coating, no false hope. Just the facts: the meteor was coming, it couldn't be stopped, and they had approximately seventy-two hours to prepare for the end.

Some people had panicked. Others had rioted. Many had simply shut down entirely, unable to process the magnitude of what they were facing.

Naruto had thrown himself into evacuation efforts with the desperate energy of someone who refused to accept defeat, even when defeat was quite literally hurtling toward them from space.

Sasuke, apparently, had simply... disappeared.

"I looked for you," Naruto said. "As soon as I heard the announcement, I went to your apartment. You weren't there. I checked the training grounds, the memorial stone, that stupid bridge where we had our first real fight. I asked everyone—Sakura, Kakashi-sensei, even random civilians who might have seen you. No one knew where you'd gone."

"I needed to think."

"For three days?"

Sasuke was quiet for a long moment, his gaze drifting upward toward the growing red glow in the sky. The meteor was visible now even during what should have been daylight hours, a malevolent star that seemed to pulse with its own inner fire.

"I needed to decide how I wanted to spend my last hours," he said finally. "Whether I wanted to spend them with other people, listening to their fear and desperation and false comfort. Whether I should try to find my way to one of the evacuation shelters, even though we both know they won't make any difference in the end. Whether I should..."

He trailed off, but Naruto could fill in the blanks. Whether he should simply end things on his own terms, before the meteor could do it for him. The thought made Naruto's stomach clench with something that felt like panic.

"And what did you decide?" Naruto asked, his voice carefully neutral.

Sasuke looked at him again, and this time his expression was softer, more open than Naruto had seen it in years. "I decided that if the world was going to end, I wanted to be somewhere that meant something to me. Somewhere that held good memories, even if they were complicated ones."

Naruto followed Sasuke's gaze, really looking at their surroundings for the first time since he'd tracked him down. They were standing in what used to be the Academy courtyard, though it was barely recognizable now. The building itself had partially collapsed during the first wave of earthquakes triggered by the meteor's approach, and debris was scattered everywhere. The old swing set where Naruto used to sit alone during lunch breaks was gone, probably buried under several tons of rubble.

But he could still make out the shape of the place. Could still remember the way the sunlight used to filter through the leaves of the big oak tree (now split in half and leaning at a dangerous angle). Could still picture the crowds of parents who used to gather here during graduation ceremonies, cheering for their children as they took their first official steps toward becoming shinobi.

This was where it had all started, for both of them. Where they'd first met, first competed, first began the long, complicated dance that had defined both of their lives.

"Good memories," Naruto repeated, a bitter laugh escaping his throat. "I seem to remember you hating pretty much everyone here. Including me."

"I didn't hate you."

The words were spoken so quietly that Naruto almost didn't catch them. When they registered, he felt something shift in his chest—a loosening of tension he hadn't even realized he'd been carrying.

"Could've fooled me," he said, but there was no accusation in his voice now. Just tired fondness.

Sasuke moved closer, close enough that Naruto could see the flecks of gray in his dark eyes, could count the small scars that marked his pale skin like a roadmap of all the battles they'd fought—sometimes together, sometimes against each other, always with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

"I was afraid of you," Sasuke said. "From the very beginning. You were everything I thought I couldn't afford to be—loud, emotional, reckless, hopeful. You cared so much about everything and everyone, and I... I had convinced myself that caring was weakness. That it would make me vulnerable to the kind of pain I'd felt when I lost my family."

Naruto felt his throat tighten. They'd had variations of this conversation before, over the years, but never quite so directly. Never with the weight of impending finality hanging over every word.

"You were never weak," he said. "Scared, maybe. Hurt, definitely. But never weak."

"I was weak enough to run away from you. Multiple times."

"And I was stupid enough to keep chasing after you. Multiple times."

They looked at each other, and despite everything—the destroyed village around them, the growing rumble from above, the absolute certainty that they had less than fifteen minutes left to live—Naruto felt himself smile. Really smile, for the first time in days.

"We were a mess, weren't we?" he said.

"We were," Sasuke agreed. "We still are."

"Yeah, but we're a mess together now. That's got to count for something."

The wind was picking up again, carrying with it the scent of smoke and dust and something else—something sharp and metallic that might have been the meteor itself, burning through the atmosphere as it approached. In the distance, Naruto could hear the sound of buildings continuing to collapse, their foundations unable to withstand the increasing gravitational stress.

But here, in this small pocket of destruction that had once been their childhood, there was an odd sense of peace. As if the eye of the storm had settled over them, granting them this final reprieve from the chaos of the ending world.

"Are you scared?" Naruto asked, the question coming out rougher than he'd intended. His voice was almost gone now from three days of screaming Sasuke's name across the ruins of their home.

Sasuke was quiet for a long moment, his dark eyes reflecting not fear, but something that looked almost like contentment. Peace, maybe. Acceptance.

"Why would I be scared?" he said finally, still not looking directly at Naruto.

"I mean... the world ending in front of us, dumbass! What else?"

Despite everything, Sasuke smiled—not the smirk or sneer that had become his default expression over the years, but a genuine, soft smile that transformed his entire face. He could feel his bare feet against the dusty ground where his shoes had been lost somewhere during his three-day vigil. The sensation was grounding, real, a tactile anchor in a world that had become increasingly surreal.

His body felt heavy with exhaustion, with the weight of gravity that was subtly but noticeably stronger than it had been even an hour ago. But he remained standing, remained present, because this moment—this conversation—felt too important to waste on physical discomfort.

"Yes, the world ends," he said, finally turning to meet Naruto's gaze fully. "But my world is with me now. Why would I be scared?"

Naruto's blue eyes went wide, and Sasuke couldn't help but smile more broadly at the expression. Even now, after everything they'd been through, he could still surprise Naruto. Could still find ways to crack through that earnest, determined exterior and reach the softer person underneath.

"Naruto..." Sasuke paused, studying the face he'd memorized years ago but had never allowed himself to openly appreciate. The whisker marks that had faded but never quite disappeared. The bright blue eyes that had always seemed to see straight through every wall he'd ever built. The mouth that was always too quick to smile, too ready to offer forgiveness or encouragement or simple, uncomplicated affection.

His world. Yes, that was exactly what Naruto was. What he'd always been, even when Sasuke had been too proud or too afraid or too damaged to admit it.

"...will you find me in the very next life?" The words came out as barely more than a whisper, but in the strange quiet that had settled over their small corner of the ending world, they carried clearly.

—-

The question hung between them like a prayer, like a promise, like the most important thing either of them had ever said. Naruto stared at Sasuke, his mouth slightly open, clearly struggling to process what he'd just heard. The meteor's approach was growing louder now—a constant, low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the ground and into their bones—but neither of them moved.

Sasuke waited. He'd asked the question, had finally found the courage to voice the hope he'd been carrying in his chest for longer than he cared to admit. Now it was up to Naruto to decide how their story would end.

Or perhaps, how it would begin again.

"The very next life," Naruto repeated slowly, as if testing the words. His voice was rough, damaged from days of shouting, but it was still unmistakably him. Still warm and determined and impossibly fond, even now. "You really believe in that? In reincarnation and second chances and all that?"

Sasuke considered the question seriously. Did he believe? He'd been raised with traditional Uchiha teachings about honor and legacy and the continuation of the clan's power through generations. He'd studied enough history to know about previous incarnations of powerful chakra—Indra and Asura, whose eternal conflict had played out through their reincarnations over centuries. He'd experienced things that couldn't be explained by simple science or rational thought.

But belief, real belief, had always been harder for him than knowledge.

"I believe in you," he said finally. "And if you exist, if your chakra and your spirit and everything that makes you who you are can somehow survive the end of this world... then yes. I believe you'll find a way to find me again."

Naruto's eyes were bright—too bright, and Sasuke realized with a start that he was trying not to cry. The knowledge that he could still affect Naruto this deeply, that his words could reach through all the pain and fear and exhaustion to touch something fundamental in the other man, made his chest tight with emotions he'd spent years learning to suppress.

"That's not really how reincarnation works, you know," Naruto said, and despite the tears threatening to spill over, he was grinning now. "We probably won't remember each other. We might not even be born in the same time period, or the same country, or as the same species for all we know."

"Doesn't matter." Sasuke's voice was steady, certain. "You found me in this life, even when I didn't want to be found. Even when I fought you every step of the way. Even when I tried to kill you and push you away and convince both of us that we were better off as enemies."

"I'm persistent like that."

"Yes, you are." Sasuke stepped closer, until there was less than an arm's length between them. "So I have to believe that whatever comes next, wherever we end up, you'll be just as persistent. You'll see something familiar in a stranger's eyes, or hear an echo of recognition in someone's laugh, or just have one of those stupid gut feelings you're always going on about."

"And then what?" Naruto asked. "Say I do find you, somehow, in whatever life comes next. Say I recognize you despite everything. What then?"

"Then we do better," Sasuke said simply. "We make different choices. We don't waste so much time on pride and fear and all the things that kept us apart in this life. We start from a place of knowing how precious this is—this connection between us."

"You think it'll be easier? In the next life?"

Sasuke laughed, and the sound was surprising even to himself—genuine and warm and completely free of the bitterness that had colored so much of his laughter over the years. "God, I hope not. Easy has never been our style, has it? Besides, I think... I think maybe the struggle was part of what made this real. Made it worth something."

"The struggle," Naruto repeated thoughtfully. "All those fights, all that chasing, all those years of you being a complete bastard while I tried to drag you back home..."

"All those years of you being an annoying idealist who refused to give up on someone who didn't deserve your faith..."

"Maybe that's what love is," Naruto said quietly. "The struggle. The refusal to give up. The willingness to keep fighting for someone even when they're fighting against you."

Love. The word sat between them like a living thing, transformative and dangerous and absolutely true. Neither of them had ever said it directly before—not like this, not without qualifiers or deflection or the safety of plausible deniability.

Sasuke felt something shift in his chest, a loosening that had nothing to do with the changing atmospheric pressure and everything to do with finally, finally being able to acknowledge what had been there all along.

"Is that what this is?" he asked. "Love?"

"I don't know what else to call it," Naruto said. "This thing that's been driving me crazy for most of my life. This need to understand you, to be near you, to make you smile the way you're smiling right now. This feeling like I'm not quite complete when you're not around."

"Obsession," Sasuke suggested. "Codependency. Incredibly unhealthy attachment patterns stemming from childhood trauma."

"Those too," Naruto agreed cheerfully. "But also love. Definitely love."

The meteor was getting closer. They could both feel it now—the way the air seemed to thicken, the way small objects around them were beginning to vibrate slightly, the way the very ground beneath their feet felt unstable. The red glow in the sky was brighter, more immediate, casting everything in shades of crimson and shadow.

They had maybe ten minutes left. Probably less.

"I wish we'd figured this out sooner," Naruto said. "I wish we'd had more time."

"We had our whole lives," Sasuke pointed out. "We just spent most of it being too stupid to see what was right in front of us."

"Speak for yourself. I always knew you were important to me. I just didn't have the vocabulary for it, or the guts to say it out loud."

"And I was too busy running away from anything that felt like it might make me vulnerable again." Sasuke shook his head. "We really were a disaster, weren't we?"

"The best kind of disaster," Naruto said firmly. "The kind that changes everything. The kind that's worth it, even when it hurts."

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, just looking at each other, memorizing faces they'd already memorized years ago but had never allowed themselves to study with such open affection. The wind continued to pick up around them, carrying debris and dust and the scent of a world in its final moments.

But Naruto and Sasuke remained still, anchored by each other's presence in a way that felt both new and ancient. Like coming home after a very long journey. Like recognizing something they'd been searching for without knowing they were searching.

"Tell me about it," Sasuke said suddenly.

"About what?"

"The next life. Our next life. What do you think it'll be like?"

Naruto's grin was immediate and brilliant, cutting through the apocalyptic gloom like a small sun. "You want me to make up stories about our hypothetical reincarnations? Really? Now?"

"We've got time to kill," Sasuke said dryly. "And I... I like your stories. I always have. Even when I pretended not to listen."

"You pretended a lot of things," Naruto observed, but his tone was fond rather than accusatory. "Okay. Our next life." He closed his eyes briefly, as if accessing some inner vision. "I think we'll be born in the same village again. Different circumstances, maybe—not ninja this time. Maybe we'll be normal kids with normal problems."

"Normal is relative."

"Fine. Relatively normal kids with relatively normal problems. You'll probably still be a genius at everything you try, and I'll probably still be the loud kid who has to work twice as hard for half the recognition."

"But we'll be friends from the beginning?"

"I hope so," Naruto said softly. "I hope we'll meet when we're really young, maybe in school, and we'll just... click. None of this rivalry bullshit, none of the trauma and baggage. Just two kids who see something in each other and think, 'Yeah, I want to keep this person around.'"

Sasuke tried to imagine it—a childhood free of massacre and revenge and the crushing weight of clan expectations. A version of himself who could form friendships without the constant fear of loss, who could care about people without it feeling like a weakness to be exploited.

It sounded impossible. It sounded wonderful.

"What will we do?" he asked. "If we're not ninja?"

"I don't know. Something that matters. Something that helps people." Naruto opened his eyes, looking at Sasuke with that same intense focus he'd always brought to their fights. "Maybe we'll be doctors, or teachers, or social workers. Maybe we'll build things, or grow things, or fix things that are broken."

"Maybe we'll be artists," Sasuke suggested, surprising himself. "Musicians or painters or writers. Something creative."

"You think we'd be good at that?"

"I think we'd be good at anything, if we were working together instead of against each other."

Naruto's smile softened. "Together. I like the sound of that."

"In this hypothetical next life, do we figure out the love thing faster?"

"Oh, definitely," Naruto said without hesitation. "We're going to be one of those couples that everyone finds sickeningly adorable. High school sweethearts who stay together through college and get married right after graduation and make all our friends jealous with how stupidly happy we are."

"High school sweethearts," Sasuke repeated, testing the phrase. "We'll go to school dances together?"

"You'll teach me how to slow dance in your living room because I'm too embarrassed to admit I don't know how."

"And you'll make me laugh during the serious romantic songs because you can never take anything completely seriously."

"We'll have our first kiss under some ridiculously cliché circumstances. During a thunderstorm, or under the fireworks at a summer festival, or in the school library between the poetry shelves."

"The poetry shelves," Sasuke said, and there was something wistful in his voice. "That sounds like us, somehow."

"We'll be the kind of teenagers who write each other love letters that we'll find twenty years later and laugh about because they're so dramatic and earnest."

"We'll go to the same college."

"We'll get a tiny apartment together and learn how to cook and do laundry and all those domestic things that nobody teaches you how to do."

"We'll adopt a cat."

"Three cats," Naruto corrected. "And a dog with only three legs that nobody else wanted."

"We'll have jobs we actually like, and we'll come home to each other every day, and we'll never take it for granted because somehow, even without remembering this life, we'll know how rare this is."

"We'll grow old together," Naruto said, his voice getting quieter. "Really old. We'll be that elderly couple that holds hands while they walk through the park, and all the young people will think we're cute and hope they find something like what we have."

"And at the end, when one of us is dying, the other will be right there."

"Right there," Naruto agreed. "No regrets. No unfinished business. No words left unsaid."

They both fell silent, lost in the shared vision of a life they would never live but could somehow see as clearly as if it were a memory. The meteor continued its approach—maybe five minutes left now, maybe less—but the fear that should have accompanied that knowledge seemed distant, abstract. Less important than this moment, this conversation, this final chance to acknowledge everything they'd never had the courage to say before.

"It sounds perfect," Sasuke said finally.

"Too perfect, probably. Real life is messier than that."

"Our real life was messier than that."

"True." Naruto reached out slowly, telegraphing his movement in case Sasuke wanted to pull away. When no such retreat came, he took Sasuke's hand in his own. Their fingers interlaced naturally, as if they'd done this a thousand times before. "But maybe that's okay. Maybe the mess is part of what makes it real."

Sasuke looked down at their joined hands—Naruto's tanned and scarred from years of training and fighting, his own pale and equally marked by the life they'd lived. Different in so many ways, but fitting together perfectly.

"I'm glad you found me," he said. "Here, at the end. I'm glad I didn't have to face this alone."

"I'm glad you let me find you," Naruto replied. "I'm glad you didn't disappear completely."

"I thought about it. For a while, those first few hours after the announcement, I thought about just... leaving. Finding somewhere isolated where I could face the end without having to watch other people's fear or desperation or false hope."

"What changed your mind?"

Sasuke was quiet for a long moment, considering the question. What had changed his mind? When had he decided that he wanted to spend his final hours in a place that held memories of Naruto, hoping against hope that Naruto would somehow track him down?

"I realized that I didn't want to die alone," he said finally. "Not because I was afraid of death itself, but because... because I wanted someone to remember me. To know that I'd been here, that I'd mattered to someone. And you're the only person who's ever really seen me—all of me, even the parts I tried to hide. If anyone was going to carry my memory into whatever comes after, I wanted it to be you."

"You matter," Naruto said fiercely. "You've always mattered. To me, to Sakura, to Kakashi-sensei, to everyone whose life you've touched. Don't ever doubt that."

"I know. I do know that now. It just took me a long time to believe it."

The rumbling from above was getting louder, more insistent. They could feel vibrations through the ground now, small tremors that spoke of massive forces at work. The air itself seemed to be getting thicker, harder to breathe, as if the approaching meteor was sucking the oxygen out of the atmosphere.

But neither of them moved to separate. If anything, Naruto's grip on Sasuke's hand tightened, and Sasuke found himself stepping closer, until their shoulders were almost touching.

"How long do you think we have?" Naruto asked.

Sasuke tilted his head back, studying the sky. The meteor was clearly visible now, a burning star that seemed to take up a significant portion of the heavens. Mathematical calculations ran through his mind automatically—trajectory, speed, atmospheric friction, gravitational effects.

"Three minutes," he said. "Maybe four."

"Huh." Naruto sounded oddly calm about the news. "That's not very long."

"No, it's not."

"Is there anything else you want to say? Any other confessions or revelations or dramatic last-minute admissions?"

Sasuke considered the question seriously. Were there other secrets he'd carried, other truths he'd never spoken aloud? Probably. But looking at Naruto now—really looking at him, taking in the familiar features and the bright eyes and the expression of open, uncomplicated affection—he found that most of those unspoken truths seemed less important than he'd thought.

The only thing that mattered was this: Naruto Uzumaki had loved him, completely and unconditionally, for most of their lives. And he had loved Naruto back, even when he'd been too proud or too afraid to admit it to himself.

Everything else was just details.

"I love you," he said simply. "I've loved you since we were kids, even when I hated you, even when I tried to kill you, even when I convinced myself that you were my greatest weakness. I love you, and I'm sorry it took the end of the world for me to finally say it out loud."

Naruto's breath caught, and for a moment he looked younger—like the earnest, hopeful boy Sasuke remembered from their Academy days. "I love you too," he said. "I've always loved you. Even when you were being a complete bastard, even when you broke my heart, even when everyone told me I should give up on you. I couldn't stop loving you. I didn't want to stop."

"Good," Sasuke said, and he was smiling again, that soft, genuine smile that felt like a revelation every time it appeared. "That's good."

They stood together in the ruins of their childhood, holding hands and smiling at each other while the world prepared to end around them. In the distance, they could hear the sounds of final destruction—buildings collapsing, the earth itself beginning to crack under the stress of gravitational forces it was never meant to withstand.

But in their small pocket of space and time, there was peace. There was love. There was the quiet certainty that whatever came next, they had found each other in the way that mattered most.

"Two minutes," Sasuke murmured, not taking his eyes off Naruto's face.

"Are you ready?" Naruto asked.

"As ready as anyone can be for the end of everything, I suppose."

"No, I mean... are you ready to let go? To see what comes next?"

Sasuke thought about it. Was he ready? The question should have been terrifying, but somehow it wasn't. Not with Naruto's hand warm in his own, not with the promise of connection that transcended physical existence, not with the hope that love might be stronger than death.

"With you?" he said. "Yes. I'm ready."

—-

The final minute stretched between them like an eternity and an instant, simultaneously too long and far too short. Naruto could feel his heart beating—fast, but not with panic. With something that felt almost like anticipation. Like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing you're about to jump, trusting that somehow you'll fly.

The meteor filled the sky now, a burning mountain of rock and metal and cosmic fury that blotted out everything else. The heat from its passage through the atmosphere was noticeable even at this distance, a wave of warmth that would have been pleasant under different circumstances. The sound was overwhelming—not just the roar of its approach, but the harmony of destruction it was conducting across the world. Earthquakes, avalanches, tsunamis, the screaming of wind and fire and everything humanity had ever built crying out as it was unmade.

But Naruto found that he could tune it out, could focus instead on smaller, more immediate things. The feeling of Sasuke's fingers interlaced with his own. The way the unnatural light from above caught the dark strands of Sasuke's hair and made his pale skin seem to glow. The steady rhythm of their breathing, somehow synchronized without either of them trying to match the other.

"I can see it happening," Sasuke said suddenly, his voice oddly distant. "The impact. The shockwave. The way the earth will split open like an egg."

Naruto looked at him sharply. "Sharingan?"

"No." Sasuke shook his head. "Just... knowledge. Physics. Mathematics. I can calculate the exact moment when the pressure wave will reach us, can visualize the way the ground will buckle and rise and then fall away entirely."

"How long?"

"Thirty seconds from impact. Maybe forty, depending on soil density and underlying geological structures."

Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds between the moment the meteor struck and the moment they would be swept away by forces beyond comprehension. Not very long to say goodbye to a world, to a life, to everything they'd ever known or loved or hoped for.

But maybe it was enough time for the things that really mattered.

"Tell me about the impact," Naruto said. "I want to know what it'll be like."

Sasuke looked at him with surprise. "Why?"

"Because you're brilliant, and because you see things clearly even when they're terrible, and because I don't want to be afraid. If I know what's coming, if I understand it, maybe I can face it better."

Sasuke was quiet for a moment, considering. Then he began to speak, his voice taking on the calm, analytical tone he used when explaining complex jutsu or tactical situations.

"The meteor will hit at roughly 70,000 kilometers per hour," he said. "The initial impact will release energy equivalent to about a billion nuclear weapons detonating simultaneously. The explosion will vaporize everything within a fifty-kilometer radius instantly—so fast that matter won't have time to register pain or fear or even awareness of what's happening."

"That sounds... peaceful, actually."

"For those close to the impact site, yes. But we're far enough away that it won't be instant for us. We'll have time to feel it coming."

"What will that feel like?"

"First, there will be light. Brighter than the sun, bright enough to temporarily blind anyone looking directly at it. The flash will last maybe two or three seconds—long enough to register, but not long enough to truly comprehend."

"And then?"

"Heat. The thermal pulse will arrive almost simultaneously with the light. It won't be painful, exactly—more like stepping into a warm bath that gets warmer and warmer until it becomes everything. The air itself will ignite for a moment."

Naruto nodded, absorbing this information with the same focused attention he'd once brought to learning new jutsu. "What about the shockwave?"

"That comes next. A wall of compressed air moving faster than sound, carrying debris and superheated gases. When it hits us, it'll feel like being caught in the world's strongest wind jutsu, except the wind will be made of stone and fire and pieces of everything that used to exist."

"Will we feel pain?"

Sasuke met his eyes steadily. "For a few seconds, maybe. But it'll be over quickly. The human nervous system can only process so much before it simply... stops trying."

"And after that?"

"After that, we become part of something larger. Our atoms scatter and mix with the earth and sky and eventually reform into new things. Stars, planets, other people in other times and places. Nothing is ever really destroyed, just transformed."

Naruto squeezed his hand. "I like that idea. That we'll become part of new stars."

"The carbon in our bodies was forged in the heart of a dying star billions of years ago," Sasuke said softly. "In a way, we've always been made of starlight. We're just going back to where we came from."

"Poetic bastard," Naruto said, but his voice was warm with affection. "When did you get so philosophical about death?"

"When I realized I didn't have to face it alone."

They could see the meteor's surface features now—craters and ridges and the scars of its journey through space. It looked ancient, primordial, like something that had been wandering the cosmos since the birth of the universe, waiting for this moment to play its part in the grand cycle of creation and destruction.

It was almost beautiful, in a terrible sort of way.

"Ten seconds," Sasuke murmured.

"Are you scared?" Naruto asked, echoing his earlier question.

Sasuke considered it honestly. Was he scared? His heart was beating faster, his breathing was shallow, his body was flooding with adrenaline in preparation for fight-or-flight responses that would be utterly useless in the next few moments. By any physiological measure, yes, he was terrified.

But underneath the biological fear response, there was something else. Something that felt like peace, like completion, like coming to the end of a very long story and discovering that it had been beautiful all along, even the parts that had seemed ugly or painful at the time.

"No," he said, and was surprised to find that it was true. "I'm not scared. Not anymore."

"Good," Naruto said. "Me neither."

"Five seconds."

The light began then, just as Sasuke had predicted. A flash that turned the world white and silver and gold, brighter than anything either of them had ever seen. They closed their eyes instinctively, but the radiance was so intense that it penetrated their eyelids anyway, painting the inside of their vision in brilliant, impossible colors.

"Four."

The heat followed immediately, a wave of warmth that spread across their skin like sunlight concentrated into its purest form. Not painful, not yet—just encompassing, all-consuming, like being wrapped in the embrace of the sun itself.

"Three."

Naruto turned toward Sasuke, and even with his eyes closed he could see the outline of the other man's face, could make out the familiar features that had been the fixed point of his entire life. Beautiful, even now. Especially now.

"Two."

They were still holding hands, still connected, still anchored to each other as everything else began to fall away. The ground was shaking now, buckling and rising as the shockwave approached, but they remained steady, balanced against each other.

"One."

"Naruto," Sasuke said, and his voice was soft, peaceful, full of something that might have been gratitude.

"Yeah?"

"In the next life... will you find me?"

The shockwave hit them then, a wall of force and fire and transformation that swept away the ruins of Konoha, the remains of their world, the physical forms they had worn for this brief incarnation. 

But even as their bodies dissolved into component elements, even as their consciousness scattered like seeds on cosmic wind, Naruto's answer echoed through the destruction like a promise, like a prayer, like the most important words anyone had ever spoken:

"Yes. I'll search for you in every universe God possibly creates."

Chapter Text

The first time Naruto noticed something was wrong, it was a Tuesday in October, and he was running late to Professor Kakashi's advanced physics lecture. The campus quad, usually alive with the chatter of students and the rustle of autumn leaves, felt oddly muted. The trees that should have been brilliant oranges and reds were instead a sickly brown, their leaves falling in unnatural patterns that reminded him of rain.

He didn't think much of it then. Naruto Uzumaki had never been one to pay attention to details that didn't directly involve ramen, his studies, or the enigmatic dark-haired boy who sat three rows ahead of him in every class they shared.

Sasuke Uchiha. Even his name felt like a secret Naruto wasn't supposed to know.

The lecture hall was half-empty, which was unusual for one of the most popular professors at Konoha University. Those who were present seemed distracted, phones buzzing with news alerts that made faces grow pale. Naruto slumped into his usual seat in the back, pulling out his laptop and trying to focus on Professor Kakashi's explanation of quantum mechanics.

"The wave function collapse," Professor Kakashi was saying, his silver hair catching the fluorescent light, "occurs when a quantum system transitions from a superposition of states to a single eigenstate due to interaction with the external world."

Naruto's eyes drifted, as they always did, to the back of Sasuke's head. Three rows ahead, perfectly straight posture, dark hair that looked like it had never had a bad day in its life. Sasuke's laptop was open, but Naruto could see from his angle that instead of notes, the screen showed a news website. The headline was partially visible: "GLOBAL TEMPERATURE ANOMALIES CONTINUE TO..."

The rest was cut off, but something about the rigid set of Sasuke's shoulders made Naruto's stomach clench with an unfamiliar anxiety.

After class, as students filed out in unusually quiet groups, Naruto found himself walking behind Sasuke toward the exit. He'd done this dozens of times before, always chickening out before actually speaking. Today felt different, though. The air itself seemed heavier, like the moment before a thunderstorm.

"Hey," Naruto called out, his voice cracking slightly. "Sasuke, right?"

The dark-haired boy stopped, turning slowly. Up close, his eyes were even more striking than Naruto had imagined—dark as midnight, but with something flickering in their depths that might have been worry. Or fear.

"Naruto Uzumaki," Sasuke said, and the fact that he knew Naruto's name sent a shock through his system. "You sit in the back."

"Yeah, I—" Naruto scratched the back of his head, suddenly feeling stupid. "I just... did you see the news? About the temperature thing?"

Sasuke's expression darkened. "The 'temperature thing' is the collapse of the thermohaline circulation in the Atlantic Ocean. The Gulf Stream is failing."

Naruto blinked. "In English?"

"The ocean currents that regulate global climate are shutting down. It's not just a temperature thing—it's the beginning of a complete climate system failure." Sasuke's voice was matter-of-fact, but there was something underneath it that made Naruto's skin prickle. "We have maybe six months before the effects become irreversible."

"Six months until what?"

Sasuke looked at him for a long moment, and Naruto felt like he was being evaluated, weighed, and found wanting. "Until everything ends."

Then he walked away, leaving Naruto standing in the emptying hallway with the taste of fear in his mouth.

—--

November brought the first of the real changes. The temperature dropped twenty degrees in a single week, then shot up fifteen degrees the next. The campus, which had been struggling with the dying trees, suddenly found itself dealing with freak snowstorms followed by unseasonable heat waves that killed what little vegetation remained.

Naruto's dorm room had become a refuge from the chaos outside, but even there, he couldn't escape the constant buzz of his phone with emergency alerts and news updates. His roommate, Kiba, had gone home to his family three weeks ago and never came back. Most students had, actually. The once-bustling campus now felt like a ghost town, with maybe a few hundred students remaining out of the original twenty thousand.

He should have gone home too. His guardian, Iruka, had been calling daily, begging him to come back to their small town in the mountains. "It's safer here," Iruka would say. "The government says rural areas will be more stable."

But Naruto couldn't leave. Not when Sasuke was still here.

He'd been watching Sasuke more carefully since their brief conversation in October. The other boy had become even more isolated, if that was possible. He attended every class that was still being held, completed every assignment, acted as if the world wasn't slowly dying around them. But Naruto noticed things now—the way Sasuke's hands shook slightly when he thought no one was looking, the dark circles under his eyes that suggested he wasn't sleeping, the way he'd started eating lunch alone in the library instead of the cafeteria.

Naruto had tried approaching him again several times, but Sasuke had a talent for disappearing whenever Naruto got close. It was like trying to catch smoke.

The day everything changed was a Thursday in late November. Naruto was walking across the quad after his last class of the day—Advanced Calculus, one of the few courses still meeting regularly—when he heard shouting from the direction of the science building. A crowd had gathered, and through the gaps between bodies, he could see Sasuke in the center, facing off with another student Naruto recognized as Neji Hyuga from the pre-med program.

"—telling people to just accept this!" Neji was shouting, his usually composed demeanor cracked. "My family is dead, and you're standing there spouting statistics like it doesn't matter!"

Sasuke's voice was quiet, but it carried. "I'm not telling you to accept anything. I'm telling you the facts. The cascading climate failures can't be stopped. The permafrost methane release alone—"

"Shut up!" Neji's voice broke. "Just shut up with your facts and your fucking calculations! People are dying!"

"I know people are dying." Sasuke's voice remained level, but Naruto could see the tension in his shoulders. "My family is dead too."

The crowd went silent. Naruto felt his breath catch in his throat.

"But pretending this isn't happening won't bring them back," Sasuke continued. "And it won't save us."

Neji stared at him for a long moment, then turned and walked away. The crowd began to disperse, students muttering among themselves. Naruto found himself moving forward before he'd consciously decided to, drawn by something in Sasuke's posture—the way he stood so straight, so alone, like he was holding up the world by himself.

"Hey," Naruto said softly.

Sasuke turned, and up close, Naruto could see that his eyes were red-rimmed. Not from crying—Naruto suspected Sasuke didn't cry—but from exhaustion, from stress, from carrying too much weight for too long.

"Did you need something?" Sasuke asked.

"I..." Naruto struggled for words. "Want to get coffee? Or whatever passes for coffee in the student union these days?"

Sasuke studied him. "Why?"

"Because you look like you could use some coffee. And because..." Naruto took a breath. "Because I don't think anyone should be alone right now."

Something flickered across Sasuke's face, too quick for Naruto to interpret. Then he nodded, once, sharp and decisive.

"Okay."

—--

The student union was nearly empty, their footsteps echoing in the vast space that had once been filled with laughter and conversation. The coffee shop was still open, run by a tired-looking grad student who seemed grateful to have customers. Naruto ordered his usual—a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream—while Sasuke got black coffee, no sugar.

They found a table by the large windows that looked out over the quad. The view was depressing—dead grass, bare trees, the few remaining students hurrying between buildings with their heads down. The sky was an unnatural shade of gray-green that made everything look sickly.

"So," Naruto said, wrapping his hands around his mug for warmth. "Physics major?"

"Environmental engineering," Sasuke replied. "With a focus on climate science."

"That's..." Naruto searched for something to say that wasn't 'that must be depressing as hell right now.' "That's why you know so much about what's happening."

Sasuke nodded. "I've been tracking the data since the beginning. The models were all wrong—they predicted we had decades before critical failure. But the feedback loops accelerated everything." He took a sip of his coffee, grimaced slightly. "The permafrost methane, the albedo effect from ice loss, the ocean acidification... It's like dominoes falling."

"How long do we have?" Naruto asked quietly.

Sasuke met his eyes. "For what?"

"Before... before it's over."

"Define 'over,'" Sasuke said. "Before the electrical grid fails completely? Maybe three months. Before supply chains collapse entirely? We're already there. Before the atmosphere becomes unbreathable?" He paused. "A year, maybe two if we're lucky."

Naruto felt something cold settle in his stomach. "And there's nothing we can do?"

"There are things that could have been done. Thirty years ago. Twenty years ago. Even ten years ago, if governments had actually listened to the scientists instead of the oil companies." Sasuke's voice was bitter. "But now? The momentum is too great. It's like trying to stop a train with your bare hands."

They sat in silence for a while, the weight of Sasuke's words settling between them. Outside, snow had begun to fall—not the gentle, pretty snow of childhood memories, but harsh, driving flakes that looked angry.

"Why are you still here?" Naruto asked finally. "I mean, if it's all hopeless, why not go home? Be with family?"

Sasuke's hands tightened around his mug. "I told you. My family is dead."

"I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"House fire, three months ago. My parents, my older brother." Sasuke's voice was completely flat. "I was here when it happened. By the time I got home, there was nothing left but ash."

Naruto felt his throat close up. "Sasuke..."

"The fire department said it was electrical. Old wiring, probably related to the power grid instabilities we've been having." Sasuke looked out the window, his reflection ghostly in the glass. "Ironic, isn't it? I spent years studying how the world would end, and my world ended in fifteen minutes while I was in Thermodynamics class."

"That's not—" Naruto started, then stopped. What was he going to say? That it wasn't Sasuke's fault? That everything would be okay? Both would be lies, and something told him Sasuke had heard enough lies.

Instead, he reached across the table and touched Sasuke's hand. The other boy flinched but didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry," Naruto said simply. "That's fucking awful."

Sasuke stared down at their joined hands. "Why are you here, Naruto? Really?"

The question caught him off guard. "I... what do you mean?"

"You could be anywhere. Your guardian—Iruka Umino, right? He's a teacher?—he's been trying to get you to come home. I've seen your phone buzz with his calls. But you're here, in a dying place, talking to someone you barely know about the end of the world." Sasuke's dark eyes fixed on his. "Why?"

Naruto felt heat rise in his cheeks. The truth was complicated and embarrassing and he wasn't sure he understood it himself. He'd been watching Sasuke for months, fascinated by his intelligence, his composure, the way he seemed to exist in his own private world. There had been something magnetic about him even before everything went wrong.

But now...

"Because you're here," Naruto said quietly. "Because you're brilliant and scared and alone, and because..." He took a breath. "Because I think I've been half in love with you since freshman year, and if the world is ending, I don't want to spend it wondering what might have happened if I'd been brave enough to talk to you."

Sasuke went very still. For a moment, Naruto thought he'd miscalculated catastrophically. Then Sasuke's hand turned under his, palm to palm, fingers interlacing.

"You're an idiot," Sasuke said softly.

"Yeah, probably."

"The world is ending."

"So you keep saying."

"This can't... there's no future in this."

Naruto squeezed his hand. "Maybe not. But there's right now."

—--

They were inseparable after that.

Naruto moved his things into Sasuke's single dorm room—technically against housing policy, but the RAs had all gone home and no one was left to enforce the rules. Sasuke's room was sparse, organized, filled with textbooks and research papers and a laptop that hummed constantly as it ran climate models.

The world continued its slow collapse around them. The power went out for days at a time, leaving them huddled together under every blanket they could find, sharing body heat and instant ramen cooked over a camping stove Sasuke had somehow acquired. The internet became sporadic, then nonexistent. Supply runs to the few grocery stores still open became increasingly dangerous as desperate people fought over the remaining canned goods.

But somehow, impossibly, Naruto had never been happier.

Sasuke, he discovered, was nothing like the cold, distant figure he'd imagined. Away from the crowds and the judgment of their peers, he was funny in a dry, sarcastic way that made Naruto snort with laughter. He was brilliant, yes, but also kind—sharing his carefully hoarded supplies with other stranded students, using his engineering knowledge to rig solar panels and water filtration systems for their small community of survivors.

And he was beautiful. Naruto had always known that intellectually, but living with him, seeing him first thing in the morning with his hair mussed and his guard down, watching him work by lamplight with his brow furrowed in concentration—it was like discovering color after a lifetime of seeing in black and white.

They didn't talk about the future. There was an unspoken agreement between them that certain topics were off-limits. Sasuke's climate models and data projections stayed on his laptop, consulted privately when he thought Naruto was asleep. Naruto stopped answering calls from Iruka, though he sent text messages when the cell towers were working: "I'm okay. I'm staying. I love you."

Instead, they focused on the present. On keeping warm and fed and sane. On the other students who had stayed behind, forming a tight-knit community of maybe thirty people who looked out for each other. On small moments of beauty in the dying world—the way frost formed intricate patterns on the windows, the strange green aurora that had started appearing in the southern sky, the absolute silence that fell over campus during the frequent power outages.

On each other.

They'd kissed for the first time during a blizzard in early December, when the heating had failed and they were pressed together under every piece of fabric they owned. It had been desperate and clumsy and perfect, tasting of instant coffee and hope. Sasuke had pulled back immediately, eyes wide with something like panic.

"We shouldn't," he'd whispered.

"Why not?"

"Because this doesn't end well. Because I can't—I won't survive losing someone else."

But Naruto had kissed him again, soft and patient, until Sasuke melted against him with a sound like breaking.

"Then don't lose me," Naruto had murmured against his lips. "Don't push me away."

And somehow, miraculously, Sasuke hadn't.

Christmas came and went unmarked except for the bitter cold and a brief, surreal snowfall of ash from some distant fire. New Year's Eve was spent huddled around a battery-powered radio, listening to increasingly desperate broadcasts from the few remaining functional cities. The news was all bad—crop failures, mass migrations, governments collapsing under the weight of climate refugees.

"The President will address the nation tomorrow," the tinny voice announced. "Emergency protocols remain in effect for the following states..."

Sasuke turned off the radio with sharp, angry movements.

"Hey," Naruto said softly, catching his wrist. "Talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about." But Sasuke's voice was rough, strained. "The data is clear. The cascading failures are accelerating faster than any of our worst-case models predicted."

"How much time?"

Sasuke was quiet for so long that Naruto thought he wouldn't answer. Finally: "Six months. Maybe less."

Naruto felt the familiar cold clench of fear in his stomach, but it was accompanied by something else now—a fierce, protective anger on Sasuke's behalf. He pulled the other boy against him, wrapping arms around shoulders that were too thin, holding him while he shook with exhaustion and grief and the weight of knowing too much.

"We'll face it together," Naruto whispered into his hair. "Whatever happens."

"You don't understand," Sasuke said, his voice muffled against Naruto's shoulder. "When the infrastructure fails completely, when the food runs out, when the temperature swings become unsurvivable—"

"We'll face it together," Naruto repeated firmly. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You should. You should go home to Iruka, find somewhere safer—"

"No." Naruto pulled back, cupping Sasuke's face in his hands. "Listen to me. I love you. I love you, and I'm not leaving you, and I don't care if the whole world burns down around us. We do this together or not at all."

Sasuke stared at him, tears threatening at the corners of his eyes. "You're so stupid."

"Yeah, well, you love me anyway."

It wasn't a question, but Sasuke answered it anyway: "Yeah. I do."

—--

January was brutal.

The weather patterns, already chaotic, became completely unpredictable. Temperatures would swing forty degrees in a single day. The campus was hit by three separate storm systems—a blizzard, a tornado, and a hailstorm that shattered most of the remaining windows—in the span of two weeks. The power grid, already failing, gave up entirely for most of the month.

Their small community of survivors had dwindled to fifteen people. Some had gone home to be with family. Others had simply... left one day and never come back. Naruto tried not to think too hard about what might have happened to them.

Those who remained had moved into the basement of the library, the most structurally sound building on campus. They'd pooled their resources, sharing food and blankets and the increasingly precious batteries that powered their few electronic devices. Sasuke had rigged an impressive series of solar panels and hand-crank generators that kept them from complete darkness, but the constant cold was wearing on everyone.

Naruto watched Sasuke grow thinner, more haunted. He spent hours hunched over his laptop when the power was available, running calculations and models that seemed to drain the life out of him. At night, he had nightmares—not the thrashing, screaming kind, but the worse sort where he would lie perfectly still and whisper names in his sleep. Itachi. Mother. Father.

"You need to eat," Naruto would say, pressing cans of soup and crackers on him.

"I'm fine."

"You're not fine. When's the last time you slept more than three hours?"

"Sleep is inefficient. There's too much data to process."

"Sasuke." Naruto would take the laptop away, ignoring Sasuke's protests. "The data will still be there tomorrow. You need to take care of yourself."

"Why?" And there would be something broken in Sasuke's voice that made Naruto's chest tight. "What's the point of taking care of myself when—"

"Because I love you," Naruto would interrupt. "Because you matter to me. Because even if the world is ending, that doesn't mean we have to stop living."

It became their routine. Sasuke would work himself into exhaustion, and Naruto would gently pull him back to the world of the living. It wasn't sustainable, and they both knew it, but it was all they had.

The breaking point came on a Tuesday in late January.

Naruto woke up to find Sasuke's side of their makeshift bed empty. This wasn't unusual—Sasuke was an insomniac on the best of days—but something felt wrong. The quality of silence in the basement was different, charged with tension.

He found Sasuke in the corner they'd designated as their "office," hunched over his laptop with tears streaming down his face. The screen was filled with graphs and charts that meant nothing to Naruto but apparently everything to Sasuke.

"What is it?" Naruto asked softly.

Sasuke didn't look up. "The methane concentrations in the atmosphere. They've tripled in the last month."

Naruto didn't know what that meant, but from Sasuke's expression, it was bad. "How bad?"

"The worst-case scenario was atmospheric methane concentrations reaching four parts per million by the end of the year. We're already at six." Sasuke's voice was completely flat. "The feedback loops are accelerating exponentially."

"In English, Sasuke."

"We don't have six months." Sasuke finally looked at him, and his eyes were empty in a way that terrified Naruto. "We have weeks. Maybe a month if we're lucky."

The words hit Naruto like a physical blow. He'd known, intellectually, that things were bad. But there was a difference between "the world is ending" as an abstract concept and "you have a month left to live" as a concrete reality.

"You don't know for sure," Naruto said weakly. "The models could be wrong—"

"The models have been consistently optimistic." Sasuke closed the laptop with sharp movements. "Every prediction has been too conservative. Every timeline has been too long." He stood up, began pacing the small space. "I've been lying to myself, thinking we had time. Thinking maybe..."

He trailed off, but Naruto could fill in the blanks. Thinking maybe they could have something real. Thinking maybe there was a future worth planning for.

"Sasuke."

"I should have insisted you go home. I should have made you leave—"

"Sasuke."

"—could be with Iruka right now, somewhere safer—"

"Sasuke!" Naruto grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to stop, to look at him. "I chose to stay. I chose you. Whatever happens, that was my choice."

Sasuke stared at him, and Naruto could see the exact moment when something inside him broke. His knees gave out, and Naruto caught him, both of them sinking to the floor together.

"I'm sorry," Sasuke whispered. "I'm so sorry. I should have been stronger, should have pushed you away—"

"Stop," Naruto said fiercely. "Don't you dare apologize for letting me love you. Don't you dare regret this."

"How can I not regret it? I'm going to watch you die, Naruto. I'm going to watch everyone die, and I'm going to know exactly how and why and when, and I can't—I can't—"

Sasuke's breathing was becoming erratic, panic setting in. Naruto pulled him closer, running fingers through his hair, murmuring nonsense words until the hyperventilating eased.

"Listen to me," Naruto said when Sasuke had calmed enough to hear him. "You're not responsible for this. You didn't cause the climate collapse. You didn't kill your family. You didn't doom the world."

"I know the science. I could have—"

"You could have what? Single-handedly convinced governments and corporations to change course? Stopped decades of environmental destruction with the power of your mind?" Naruto cupped Sasuke's face, forcing him to meet his eyes. "You're brilliant, but you're not God. This isn't your fault."

Sasuke leaned into the touch, eyes closed. "It doesn't matter whose fault it is. The result is the same."

"The result," Naruto said carefully, "is that we have whatever time we have left. And we can spend it drowning in guilt and fear, or we can spend it living."

"Living," Sasuke repeated, like the word was foreign.

"Living. Loving each other. Taking care of the people around us. Making the most of whatever days we get." Naruto pressed a soft kiss to Sasuke's forehead. "I know it's not the life we wanted. But it's the life we have."

Sasuke was quiet for a long time. Finally, he nodded against Naruto's shoulder.

"Okay," he whispered. "Okay."

—--

February's End

They established new rules after that night.

No more than two hours a day on climate data. No discussions of timelines or projections or what-if scenarios. No planning for a future that might not exist. Instead, they focused on the immediate: keeping everyone fed and warm, maintaining their small community, finding moments of joy in the darkness.

Sasuke was different after his breakdown. Quieter in some ways, but also more present. He started teaching some of the younger students basic engineering skills, showing them how to build simple generators and water purification systems. He helped Shikamaru organize supply runs and assisted Sakura with basic medical care for the group. He even laughed sometimes—quiet, surprised huffs of amusement that made Naruto's heart soar.

"You're good at this," Naruto told him one evening as they watched Sasuke patiently explain electrical circuits to a freshman named Konohamaru.

"At what?"

"Leading. Taking care of people."

Sasuke looked uncomfortable. "I'm just... using what I know."

"You're giving people hope. That's different than just sharing knowledge."

Sasuke was quiet for a moment. "I used to think hope was naive. Unscientific."

"And now?"

"Now I think maybe hope is the most human thing there is."

They were still living in the library basement, but it felt less like a bunker and more like a home. Someone had found battery-powered string lights that cast warm, golden light over their makeshift living space. Tenten had discovered a cache of books in the closed campus bookstore and created a small lending library. Lee had somehow managed to keep a few plants alive in improvised planters, bringing a touch of green to their gray world.

It wasn't the life any of them had planned, but it was life nonetheless.

Naruto's favorite times were the quiet moments with Sasuke—curled together in their corner of the basement, sharing warmth and whispered conversations. Sasuke would tell him about his research, his family, his dreams of fixing the world. Naruto would talk about his childhood with Iruka, his struggles in school, his naive belief that everything would work out if you just tried hard enough.

"Do you regret it?" Sasuke asked one night in late February. Outside, the wind was howling—another storm system, the third that week. "Not going home?"

Naruto considered the question seriously. He missed Iruka desperately, worried about him constantly. But...

"No," he said finally. "I mean, I wish I could have brought Iruka here, or taken you there. I wish we could have had both. But regret staying with you? Never."

Sasuke was quiet for a long time. Then: "I used to think love was a luxury. Something for people who had time and stability and a future to plan for."

"And now?"

"Now I think love might be the only thing that matters when everything else falls apart."

They made love that night for the first time, desperate and tender and achingly careful with each other. Afterward, Sasuke cried—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming intensity of feeling something good in the middle of so much darkness.

"I love you," he whispered against Naruto's skin. "I love you so much it terrifies me."

"I love you too," Naruto replied. "And you don't have to be terrified. We're okay. Right now, in this moment, we're okay."

It became another rule: focus on the present moment. This breath, this heartbeat, this shared warmth in the darkness.

March arrived with unseasonable heat that made the snow melt too fast, flooding the lower parts of campus. They were forced to move to higher ground, abandoning the library for the academic building that housed the physics department. It was less secure but dryer, and Sasuke seemed to take comfort in being surrounded by the tools of his trade—whiteboards covered in equations, labs full of instruments that no longer worked but still felt familiar.

The group was down to twelve people now. Some had left for rumored safe zones in the mountains. Others had simply given up, wandering off into the chaotic weather to meet whatever end awaited them. Those who remained had become family in the truest sense—bound together by shared survival and mutual care.

"We should try to contact other groups," Shikamaru suggested during one of their evening meetings. "Pool resources, share information."

"The radio's been dead for weeks," Tenten pointed out. "And even if we could reach someone, travel is too dangerous."

"So we just wait?" This from Kiba, who had unexpectedly returned a week earlier after his hometown was destroyed by flooding. "Sit here until we run out of food?"

"We take care of each other," Sasuke said quietly. "We make sure everyone is warm and fed and safe. We maintain dignity and humanity for as long as we can."

"And then?"

Sasuke met Kiba's eyes steadily. "And then we face whatever comes next together."

It wasn't much of a plan, but it was all they had.

—--

April brought chaos.

The weather patterns, already erratic, became completely unhinged. Tornadoes spawned with no warning, ripping through the campus and leaving destruction in their wake. The temperature swings became more extreme—below freezing one day, over ninety degrees the next. The sky took on strange colors—greens and purples that belonged in an alien landscape, not on Earth.

The air itself became harder to breathe. Sasuke explained it had to do with atmospheric composition changes, but the technical details mattered less than the practical reality: they all found themselves short of breath, especially during physical exertion.

Their group was down to eight people. Lee had left to search for his missing teammates from the martial arts club. Tenten had followed him, unwilling to let him go alone. They hadn't come back.

Food was becoming a serious problem. The last grocery store had been abandoned by its owners, leaving behind empty shelves and a few scattered cans of dog food that they were saving for true desperation. Their carefully rationed supplies were running low, and foraging was increasingly dangerous as the local ecosystem collapsed around them.

"We need to consider other options," Shikamaru said during a supply meeting. He looked gaunt, cheekbones sharp in his thin face. They all did—rationing had taken its toll.

"What kind of options?" Sakura asked, though her expression suggested she already knew.

"There are rumors of government safe zones. Emergency bunkers. Places with food and medical supplies."

"How far?" This from Sasuke, who had been quietly calculating their remaining calories per person.

"The nearest one is supposed to be about fifty miles south. Near the old military base."

Fifty miles might as well have been fifty thousand. The roads were impassable, washed out by floods or blocked by debris from the constant storms. The weather was too unpredictable for safe travel. And there was no guarantee the rumored safe zone even existed, let alone that it would accept refugees.

"It's suicide," Kiba said bluntly. "We'd never make it."

"Staying might be suicide too," Shikamaru replied.

They argued for hours, voices becoming sharp with hunger and desperation. In the end, the group split—Shikamaru, Kiba, and Hinata decided to attempt the journey to the rumored safe zone. The others chose to stay.

Naruto watched them leave with a heavy heart, knowing he'd probably never see them again. Their group was down to five: himself, Sasuke, Sakura, Konohamaru, and an engineering graduate student named Sai who barely spoke but was invaluable for maintaining their improvised infrastructure.

"Do you think they'll make it?" Naruto asked Sasuke that night.

"I hope so." Sasuke's voice was carefully neutral. "But the probability is low."

They were down to their last few days of food when salvation arrived in an unexpected form: Neji Hyuga, the pre-med student who had argued with Sasuke months earlier. He appeared at their door during a brief lull in the storm, haggard and hollow-eyed but carrying a backpack full of medical supplies and canned goods.

"I've been traveling between survivor groups," he explained as Sakura examined his frostbitten fingers. "Sharing resources, providing medical care. There are more of us than you'd think—maybe a hundred people scattered across the region."

"How many groups?" Sasuke asked.

"Seven that I know of. Most smaller than yours." Neji's expression was grim. "A lot of people didn't make it through March."

He stayed for three days, sharing supplies and news from the outside world, none of it good. The government had collapsed entirely. Most major cities were abandoned. The rumors of safe zones were just that—rumors, spread by desperate people clinging to hope.

"But there are communities," Neji insisted. "People working together, taking care of each other. It's not all hopeless."

When he left, he took Konohamaru with him—the young freshman had decided he wanted to try to find his grandfather, who lived in a rural area that might still be habitable. Naruto hugged him goodbye, fighting back tears as he watched another piece of their makeshift family disappear into the chaotic world beyond their walls.

Four people left. Four people in a building designed for thousands, surrounded by the wreckage of civilization.

"We should talk about what comes next," Sakura said quietly that evening. They were huddled around their small camp stove, sharing what might have been their last hot meal for a while.

"What do you mean?" Sai asked, though his tone suggested he knew exactly what she meant.

"The food is almost gone. The weather is getting worse. And..." She glanced at Sasuke, who had been unusually quiet all day. "Sasuke's been running new calculations, haven't you?"

Sasuke met her eyes, then looked away. "The atmospheric methane levels are still climbing. The oxygen content is dropping. Even if we could solve the food problem, the air itself will become unbreathable within weeks."

The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Naruto felt something cold and final settle in his chest.

"How long?" he asked quietly.

"Two weeks, maybe three before the effects become severe enough to..." Sasuke's voice trailed off.

"To kill us," Sakura finished. "You can say it, Sasuke. We're all adults here."

Sasuke nodded once, sharp and painful. "Yes."

They sat in silence for a long time, the reality of their situation finally, fully settling over them. All the months of struggle, of rationing and hope and careful optimism, had led to this: a small group of friends facing the literal end of the world together.

"I want to go home," Sai said suddenly. "I know it's pointless, but I want to see my brother's grave one more time."

"Where?" Sakura asked gently.

"About twenty miles north. There's a cemetery where my family is buried." Sai's voice was steady, but his hands were shaking slightly. "I know I probably won't make it back, but..."

"But you need to try," Naruto finished. "I get it."

Sai nodded gratefully. "I'll leave tomorrow morning, if the weather permits."

"Take supplies," Sasuke said. "Whatever you need."

Another goodbye. Another piece of their family breaking away.

When Sai left the next morning, it was just the three of them: Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura. The building felt cavernous around them, full of echoes and empty spaces where people used to be.

"So," Sakura said with forced lightness, "this is it, huh? The three of us against the apocalypse."

"Could be worse," Naruto replied, trying to match her tone. "We could be stuck with Kiba."

Sakura laughed, a sound that was equal parts humor and hysteria. "God, remember when our biggest problem was midterm exams?"

"I miss Professor Kakashi's terrible jokes," Naruto admitted.

"I miss cafeteria food," Sakura added. "Can you believe that? I actually miss mystery meat Mondays."

They spent the evening sharing memories of their old life—professors they'd loved and hated, parties they'd attended, stupid fights over trivial things that seemed impossibly precious now. It felt like mourning, but also like celebration. A way of honoring the world they'd lost.

—--

The final week of April brought a strange kind of peace.

The storms continued, but they seemed less vicious somehow, or maybe the three survivors had simply grown numb to the constant chaos outside their walls. The air was thin and hard to breathe, but they'd adapted as much as human bodies could adapt. Their food was nearly gone, but starvation was a slow process, and they'd faced it together.

Sakura had developed a persistent cough that she tried to hide, but Naruto could see the flecks of blood on the tissues she thought she'd disposed of secretly. The atmospheric changes were affecting her lungs more severely than the others. She might have days rather than weeks.

"We should talk about it," Sasuke said one evening as they watched Sakura sleep fitfully in the corner.

"Talk about what?"

"About how we want this to end."

Naruto felt his throat tighten. "Sasuke..."

"I'm not trying to be morbid. But we have choices to make." Sasuke's voice was gentle but firm. "About how we spend our last days. About whether we want to... to let nature take its course, or..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but Naruto understood. They'd found a cache of medical supplies in the abandoned health center, including medications that could provide a peaceful end if that's what they chose.

"I don't want to talk about this," Naruto said roughly.

"I know. But we have to."

They were sitting by the window, watching the alien colors dance across the sky. Green aurora, purple clouds, stars that seemed dimmer than they used to be. Beautiful and terrible and wrong.

"What do you want?" Naruto asked finally.

Sasuke was quiet for a long time. "I want to see my family again. I want to tell them I'm sorry I wasn't there when they needed me. I want to know if there's something after this, or if this is all we get."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know what you meant." Sasuke turned to look at him, eyes steady and sad and filled with love. "I want to be with you when it happens. However it happens. I don't want to die alone, and I don't want you to die alone."

Naruto felt tears burning his eyes. "I'm scared."

"I know. I am too."

"I don't want it to hurt. For any of us."

"It doesn't have to," Sasuke said softly. "We have options."

They held each other that night, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, trying to memorize the feeling of being alive and in love and together. When morning came, they made their decision.

—--

Sakura made the choice for all of them.

She woke up on the morning of May first unable to breathe properly, pink foam on her lips and panic in her eyes. Her lungs were failing, drowning in fluid as her body struggled to process the changed atmosphere.

"It's time," she whispered between labored breaths. "I can't... I can't do this slowly."

Naruto wanted to argue, to find some other solution, but the rational part of his mind knew she was right. Sakura had been studying medicine for four years—she understood what was happening to her body better than anyone.

"Are you sure?" Sasuke asked gently.

Sakura nodded, then had to stop as another coughing fit overtook her. When she could speak again: "I want to... to go while I can still think clearly. While I can still say goodbye properly."

They spent the morning together, sharing stories and tears and final words. Sakura made them promise to take care of each other, to not let guilt or fear poison whatever time they had left.

"You two found something beautiful in all this horror," she told them, voice weak but determined. "Don't let it go. Don't let the circumstances make you forget that love is still the most important thing in the world."

When the afternoon came, they helped her take the medications that would ease her breathing, reduce her pain, and let her slip away peacefully. She died holding both their hands, a small smile on her face as she whispered something about seeing her parents again.

They buried her in the campus garden, under a tree that had somehow survived all the storms and temperature swings. It felt important to mark the spot, to acknowledge that Sakura Haruno had lived and loved and mattered, even if there would be no one left to remember her.

—--

Without Sakura's steady presence, the building felt impossibly empty. Naruto and Sasuke moved through their routines like ghosts, checking the solar panels that no longer mattered, rationing food they could barely taste, maintaining systems for a future that wouldn't come.

The outside world had gone eerily quiet. No more storms, no more dramatic weather swings. Just a strange, heavy stillness that felt like the planet holding its breath. The sky was a constant gray-green now, and the stars were invisible through the thick atmospheric haze.

"The final phase," Sasuke explained when Naruto asked about the sudden calm. "When the feedback loops reach critical mass, there's often a period of deceptive stability before the complete collapse."

"How long?"

"Days. Maybe a week."

They were down to their last cans of food, but neither of them felt much hunger anymore. The atmospheric changes were affecting their metabolisms, their appetites, their basic biological functions. They were slowly suffocating, and their bodies knew it.

"I need to tell you something," Sasuke said one evening as they sat together watching the sunset through the gray haze. "About why I really stayed."

"You stayed because your family was dead," Naruto replied. "Because you had nowhere else to go."

"No." Sasuke's voice was soft, hesitant. "I mean, that was part of it. But the real reason..." He took a shaky breath. "I'd been watching you too. For months before any of this started. In classes, around campus. I thought you were the most alive person I'd ever seen."

Naruto stared at him. "What?"

"You were always laughing, always talking to people, always so enthusiastic about everything. Even stupid things like cafeteria food or Professor Iruka's terrible puns in Biology class." Sasuke's smile was sad and fond. "I used to sit in the back of lectures just to watch you take notes, because you'd make these faces when you were confused, and you'd mouth the words along with the professor when you were trying to understand something difficult."

"You were watching me," Naruto said, amazed.

"I was half in love with you before I even knew your name. But I was too much of a coward to do anything about it." Sasuke's hand found his, fingers interlacing. "When everything started falling apart, when I realized we might not have much time... I couldn't let you leave without knowing. Even if it was selfish."

"It wasn't selfish," Naruto said fiercely. "It was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Even now? Even knowing how it ends?"

"Especially now." Naruto brought their joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to Sasuke's knuckles. "The world ending doesn't change the fact that I love you. If anything, it makes it more important."

They made love that night with desperate tenderness, trying to pour a lifetime of feeling into what might be their last night together. Afterward, they lay tangled together in their nest of blankets and discarded clothes, breathing hard and holding tight.

"I'm scared," Sasuke whispered against Naruto's shoulder.

"Of dying?"

"Of not being enough. Of wasting the time we had." Sasuke pulled back to look at him, eyes bright with unshed tears. "I spent so much of my life being afraid—afraid of failing, afraid of not being smart enough, afraid of letting people down. And then I met you, and for the first time, I wasn't afraid of anything. But now..."

"Now you're afraid again."

"Now I'm afraid I didn't love you well enough. That I didn't make you happy enough to justify... this."

Naruto cupped his face, thumbs wiping away the tears that had started to fall. "You made me happier than I ever imagined being. You made me feel like I mattered, like I was worth something more than just comic relief or the class clown. You saw me, really saw me, and you chose to love me anyway."

"You do matter. You're the best person I've ever known."

"And you're the smartest and most beautiful and most stubborn person I've ever known. And I get to love you, and you love me back, and that's not nothing, Sasuke. That's everything."

They held each other until dawn, whispering promises and fears and dreams that would never come true. When the sun rose—pale and distant through the thick atmosphere—they were still alive, still together, still breathing the same poisoned air.

"One more day," Naruto murmured.

"One more day," Sasuke agreed.

—-

May 5th dawned with an eerie silence that felt different from the previous days' quiet. The air was thicker, harder to breathe, and both of them woke up with headaches that spoke of oxygen deprivation and atmospheric pressure changes.

Sasuke's laptop had finally died during the night—whether from power failure or electronic component breakdown, it didn't matter. Their connection to data, to the outside world, to the scientific measurements that had defined so much of Sasuke's identity, was finally severed.

"It's probably for the best," Sasuke said, staring at the dark screen. "I don't need numbers to tell me what's happening anymore."

They could feel it in their bodies—the sluggish heartbeat, the shallow breathing, the way simple tasks like walking across the room left them dizzy and exhausted. The atmospheric composition had shifted beyond what human physiology could handle. They were drowning in slow motion, suffocating on an entire planet's worth of poison air.

"How long?" Naruto asked, though he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Hours, maybe. Definitely not days." Sasuke's voice was matter-of-fact, but his hand was trembling as he reached for Naruto's. "The carbon dioxide levels are approaching toxicity, and the oxygen percentage is dropping below survivable levels."

They spent the morning on the roof of the physics building, wrapped in blankets and watching the world end in real time. The sky was a sickly yellow-green now, and the horizon shimmered with heat mirages that shouldn't exist in the cool morning air. In the distance, they could see fires burning—not the dramatic infernos of earlier months, but the slow, sullen burns of a world consuming itself.

"Do you think anyone else made it?" Naruto asked.

"Maybe. In underground bunkers, or in places with better air filtration systems. But not many, and not for long." Sasuke leaned against him, sharing warmth and breath. "The ecosystem collapse is too complete. Even if some humans survive the immediate atmospheric changes, there's no food chain left to support them."

"So we're really the last ones."

"Probably not the last. But close to it."

They were quiet for a while, absorbing the magnitude of it. The end of everything. The final chapter of human civilization, written in atmospheric chemistry and climate science and the failure of political systems to act when action might have mattered.

"Do you regret it?" Sasuke asked quietly. "Any of it?"

Naruto considered the question seriously. Did he regret staying at college instead of going home to Iruka? Did he regret falling in love with someone during the apocalypse? Did he regret the choices that had led them here?

"I regret that Iruka is probably dead and I never got to say goodbye," he said finally. "I regret that your family died alone. I regret that Sakura didn't get to become the doctor she wanted to be, and that all our friends are scattered to the wind, and that the world was too stupid and greedy to listen to people like you who could have fixed this."

Sasuke's grip on his hand tightened.

"But I don't regret loving you. I don't regret the months we had together. I don't regret staying." Naruto turned to look at him, memorizing the sharp angles of his face, the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, the depth of feeling in his eyes. "If I had to do it over again, knowing how it would end, I'd make the same choice every time."

"Even though it ends like this?"

"Especially because it ends like this." Naruto leaned over to kiss him, soft and lingering. "I'd rather have six months of loving you than sixty years of wondering what might have been."

By afternoon, they were both struggling to breathe consistently. The headaches had become severe, and their vision was starting to blur at the edges. They made their way back inside, to their corner of the physics building where they'd spent so many evenings talking about everything and nothing.

"I need to ask you something," Sasuke said, his voice barely above a whisper. They were lying together on their makeshift bed, conserving energy, trying to make their remaining oxygen last as long as possible.

"Anything."

"The medications that Sakura used. They're still here."

Naruto's breath caught. He'd known this conversation was coming, but he still wasn't ready for it.

"We don't have to suffer," Sasuke continued gently. "We can choose how this ends."

"Together?"

"Together."

Naruto closed his eyes, feeling the weight of the decision settling over him. They could let the atmospheric poisoning run its course—probably a few more hours of increasing difficulty breathing, followed by unconsciousness and death. Or they could take control, go peacefully while they were still themselves, still able to think and speak and hold each other.

"I don't want to be in pain," Naruto admitted. "And I don't want you to be in pain."

"Then we don't have to be."

"Will you... will you stay with me? Until the end?"

Sasuke's arms tightened around him. "I'm not going anywhere. We do this together, remember?"

—-

They spent their last afternoon sharing memories.

Sasuke told him about his childhood, about his brother Itachi who had been brilliant and kind and had always encouraged Sasuke's interest in science. About his parents, who had been quietly proud of their younger son's academic achievements and had planned to attend his graduation ceremony. About the small rituals of family life that he'd taken for granted until they were gone forever.

Naruto talked about Iruka, who had taken in a lonely, hyperactive kid and somehow managed to channel all that energy into something positive. About learning to cook together, about helping with lesson plans for Iruka's elementary school classes, about the way Iruka would ruffle his hair whenever he was proud of something Naruto had accomplished.

"He knew, you know," Naruto said quietly. "About you. I never told him directly, but he knew I was staying for someone. In his last text message, he said he hoped whoever I was with was taking care of me."

"I tried to," Sasuke murmured. "I wanted to take care of you."

"You did. You took care of all of us."

As the sun began to set—though the thick atmosphere made it more of a gradual dimming than a proper sunset—they prepared for their final choice. The medications were gentle, Sasuke assured him. They would simply fall asleep in each other's arms and not wake up. No pain, no struggle, no fear.

"Are you ready?" Sasuke asked, holding the small pills in his palm.

Naruto looked at him—really looked, trying to memorize every detail. The way Sasuke's dark eyes reflected what little light remained. The sharp line of his jaw, softened by exhaustion and love. The way his free hand was already reaching for Naruto's, seeking connection even in this final moment.

"I love you," Naruto said. "Whatever happens next, wherever we go from here, I want you to know that loving you was the best thing I ever did."

"I love you too." Sasuke's voice was steady, but tears were sliding down his cheeks. "In every universe, in every life, I will find you and love you again."

They took the medications together, then settled back into their nest of blankets and each other's arms. The drugs worked quickly—the tight feeling in their chests eased, the headaches faded, and a gentle drowsiness began to settle over them.

"Are you scared?" Naruto asked, echoing the conversation from his original document, though now the context was so different, so much more intimate and immediate.

Sasuke was quiet for a long moment, considering. Outside, the wind had picked up, carrying with it the chemical smell of a world dying. But here, in their small space, there was only warmth and love and the sound of their synchronized breathing.

"Why would I be scared?" Sasuke finally answered, his voice soft with approaching sleep. "My world is here with me now. Why would I be scared?"

Naruto smiled, even though Sasuke probably couldn't see it in the dim light. "The world is ending, dumbass. What else?"

"Yes," Sasuke murmured, his words beginning to slur slightly as the medication took hold. "The world is ending. But my world—my real world—is right here. You're right here. Why would I be scared?"

They were quiet for a while, holding each other as their breathing gradually slowed and deepened. Naruto could feel himself drifting, consciousness becoming soft and fuzzy around the edges. But there was something else he needed to say, one last question that had been echoing in his mind.

"Naruto..." His voice was barely a whisper now.

"...Mmm?"

"Will you find me? In the next life, if there is one? Will you find me again?"

Naruto's arms tightened around him with the last of his strength, and when he spoke, his voice was soft as a prayer: "Yes. I'll search for you in every universe God possibly creates. I'll find you, and I'll love you, and I'll never let you go."

Naruto's last conscious thought was how perfectly they fit together, how right this felt despite everything. Two hearts beating in sync, slowing together, stopping together. Love persisting even as the world ended around them.

The wind outside grew stronger, carrying away the last traces of human civilization. But in a small corner of a physics building on an abandoned college campus, two young men held each other as they faced the infinite, choosing love over fear, togetherness over loneliness, peace over suffering.

The world ended not with violence or chaos, but with the quiet whisper of final breaths and the echo of promises that transcended death itself.

—--

Epilogue: After

In the space between heartbeats, in the pause between one breath and the next, there is silence.

But sometimes, if you listen carefully, you can hear the echo of voices that once spoke of love and hope and finding each other again. Sometimes you can feel the warmth of hands that once held tight against the darkness, refusing to let go even when letting go would have been easier.

The campus is empty now, reclaimed by whatever vegetation can survive in the changed atmosphere. The buildings stand like monuments to a civilization that burned too bright and too fast, leaving only shadows and stories behind.

But in one small corner of the physics building, if you know where to look, you can still find evidence of two hearts that beat as one. A nest of blankets, now covered in dust and time. Two skeletons, curled together as if sleeping, fingers still interlaced after all these years.

And sometimes, in the deep quiet of the abandoned world, there are those who swear they can hear laughter on the wind. The sound of a voice calling out across impossible distances: "I found you. I told you I'd find you."

Love, it turns out, is more persistent than climate change. More enduring than civilization. More powerful than the end of the world itself.

In every universe God possibly creates, they find each other again.

And they choose love, every single time.