He watched with hidden curiously as Sasuke hang his belongings on his walls. A few pictures of his family and friends (he could only guess), a small poster of his favourite band. Nothing extraordinary.

What was, however, was what happened next. With a reverencious precaution, the man took out of a book a small dry flower, and put it on his bedside table. Near his pillow.

It hit is curiosity. He knew that flower. It was his favourite.

Why would Sasuke keep a dry flower with him? Did it have an importance?

And why did a feeling of newfound interest for his roommate just appeared inside of him? Was it because of the flower? Because he had the feeling that somehow, he sort of knew the guy?

He turned to look once more at the pale man. Something had changed. His face looked more peaceful, more serene. As though the flower had worked like a charm to make him happy. A small smile played on the pink lips as he took out another item from the box. He aligned a couple of books of the shelf and put the box down under his bed.

He had very few things in his part of the room, but he seemed content with what he owned. Somehow, it made Naruto happy. Too many people in this world were sad all the time, never satisfied enough with what they got. It was nice to see that this unsatisfaction didn't touch everyone yet.

Without even noticing it, the same smile Sasuke wore played on Naruto's lips as he left the room quietly.