“ I was supposed to do great things
I know the road was long
But I wasn’t raised to shoot for fame
I had the safety on “- Miracle Mile/Cold War Kids
The lyrics reverberated against his ear drums, his headphones were on and the world was out. I was supposed to do great things… heh, isn’t that fitting. Negativity attacked him from every angle, his usual easy-going grin was twisted into a frown. Letting out a sigh, the blonde picked up his phone, tapping out a sentence to the one person he knew would make him feel better.
{TEXT}: hey dad, I think I’m going to drive home tonight. Is it okay if I stay for dinner?
Buried deep in papers at his desk, Minato had to shuffle through a pile to find his buried and, until then, forgotten, phone when the chime went off and his concentration was only halfway there when he thumbed the screen on and read the text.
And then he stopped. And took the red pen out of his mouth. And read the text again as his brows started to come down.
Not that Naruto wasn’t welcome at any time of the day or night and knew it. Just - on a Friday night? Wouldn’t he usually be out with friends? Minato was a father and that meant he read more into everything his son did. So he recapped his pen and set it aside along with the paper he’d half graded before he texted back one sentence.
[text] come home, son [/text]
Then he pocketed the phone and went up to put fresh sheets on the bed in his son’s room that hadn’t changed since high school.
Hearing the familiar ding, Naruto quickly read the reply his father sent and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He grabbed his backpack and stuffed a few necessities inside; toothbrush, contact solution, and deodorant all got thrown in the front pockets, while text books, a change of clothes, and anything else that he deemed important resided elsewhere.
With everything packed, he shoved his feet into his shoes and grabbed the keys off of his desk- the room was a bit disorderly, but Naruto figured his roommate wouldn’t mind too much.
The drive there was silent, which wasn’t unusual, though Naruto enjoyed music when his mind was clear he preferred the silence whenever it was preoccupied with other nonsense. It wasn’t a long drive, thirty minutes with a bit of light traffic, and soon he was pulling into the driveway next to his dad’s familiar car.