Laundry Day: NaruSaku

Naruto loved laundry day. Strange as it may seem, he found it fun to just play in the freshly cleaned clothing. It was a well-kept secret, too. Even his pink-haired wife knew nothing about it, until today, that is.

Sakura had just set the basket of clothes down to be folded, and was leaving the room to put another load in the dryer. Naruto almost immediately jumped at the basket, cuddling the
still-warm clothing to his face.

“Naruto, what are you doing?”

“Ack! N-nothing, dear!,” he sputtered, quickly dropping the handful of clothes. He spun and faced Sakura, her hands on her hips and an amused smile on her face.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Sakura-chan?”

“You really are just a silly kid, Naruto,” she laughed.

“So, what of it?”

“Why were you doing that?,” she asked.

“Cuz it reminds me of you,” he answered.

“Oh? Explain.”

“Well, it's soft and warm, and it makes you feel fuzzy inside when you cuddle it, just like you, Sakura-chan,” he explained, giving her a soft peck on the lips when he finished.

“Naruto, you sure are dumb,” Sakura said playfully, poking his forehead. “But being married to you sure is fun, Naruto. Always full of sweet little surprises,” she laughed, giving him a hug. “But I can be just as surprising, Naruto.”

“What do you mean?”

Sakura pulled away and dumped the basket of laundry on Naruto's head, laughing the whole time.