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In the Uzumaki-Haruno bedroom, Naruto and Sakura were resting in bed; the couple had been married for three days, but Sakura was facing a true struggle.
Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling; the bed was a battlefield, and why? Because of Naruto.
She huffed.
— "Ramen... extra pork..." — he said in his sleep.
She discovered he had various habits when it came to sleeping, ever since his adolescence when she would wake him up and he’d be hugging his pillow or a giant Kakashi plushie (which looked terrified).
Hugging very tightly.
Sakura was squeezed between his muscles, legs, and arms, and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck; she was certain her hair was covered in drool.
And he was wearing a black animal hat with big teeth.
— "Uhh, Sakura-chan... smells so good..." — he complimented, and she had a flash of how he usually woke up, asking for kisses.
He used to hug pillows as if they were someone; his loneliness showed even during sleep. And he spoke of her. Always her.
"Naruto-baka," she grumbled to herself, trying to adjust while being squashed.
She even tried to shift — "Naruto, turn to the other side," — she whispered, trying to get away from his breath. But it was useless; his limbs stiffened. She could very well punch him, but she wouldn't do it; deep down, she was softening. It was in those moments that the body didn't lie.
The worst part hadn't even started yet. He clung to her even more, totally needy.
She looked out the window, seeing the moon through the cracks, turning her face, ignoring the deep and rhythmic breathing, and feeling something wet on the tips of her hair.
"Shannaro! I just washed this hair yesterday!"
She looked at the desk clock; it was 3:30 AM. It was going to be a long night, and there would be many more sleepless nights until she got used to her husband's sleeping habits.
— "Sakura-chan... in the ramen..." — as soon as she heard that, Sakura felt her face redden and heat rise to her cheeks.
"What is this baka dreaming about?"
"Me in the ramen?"
"I'll ask him later, let's see how he reacts... if it's anything inappropriate, he'll see!"
Sakura forgot that they were married and that, technically, he could indeed dream about inappropriate things.
"I'm washing this hair again tomorrow—oops, today."
The night became even more unbearable when the worst part began; besides the bear hug and compromising sleep-talk, the most fearsome nocturnal phenomenon started: the snoring.
"Oh no! Not again!"
And the noise began; he had his mouth wide open, and he was only a young man—imagine him old. She moved with difficulty and closed his mouth for him.
Around 5 AM, Sakura finally began to fall asleep, kept warm by her needy Uzumaki husband.
.............
After washing her hair, Sakura entered the kitchen; along with the smell of coffee—his coffee was still very watery.
— "Good morning, Sakura-chan!"
— "It smells good!"
Sakura remembered the compromising talk.
— "Uhh, Naruto?" — she prepared herself mentally.
— "Yeah?"
— "What did you dream about last night?"
It caught Naruto off guard, and he blushed.
— "Uhhh... About you and ramen." — He didn't give any details.
— "I see," — she narrowed her eyes suspiciously, knowing he was still being shy.