Something
She felt like nothing. She felt like nothing when I leaned over and straightened with her unmoving body, her dead weight, and my only clue that I held her was her sides pressing against me when she breathed and the soft brush of her jacket against my forearms. I walked fast. It wasn't hard. She felt so light, like nothing. I'd found her unconscious on the training grounds. Too much chakra, too much exertion, too much to live up to. I don't know. It wasn't my place to pick her up, but then, who would? Who would come for her? No one ever came for me and I was there for her so… I was just helping a friend home. People were staring. I looked down and blew her stray bangs out of her eyes. Then I stared straight back and held her closer just to spite them. I even smiled at a few people. But I walked a little faster. And it grew a little darker. And I thought a little. Me? Thinking? I know it's hard to believe, but believe it. I looked at her sleeve and saw that sign and I saw past her yet into her. She felt like nothing, she felt like nothing, she felt like nothing. In my arms, in her mind, in her own home with her own father.
"Naruto-kun," I blinked. "You-you're squeezing me."
"Oh…I'm sorry." I hadn't noticed my grip progressively tightening or her compound right in front of us. "I-just-you were-I thought that maybe…" I felt I had to explain why she woke up being toted around by someone who wasn't even on her team instead of on the training field.
"N-no," she stopped my babbling, "you're fine."
"I just wanted to help, you know, I mean you were unconscious, and it was getting dark, and you were all alone, and-" I almost died right there. In front of Team Eight's compound my heart almost stopped. Two fingers on my lips and then two lips.
"Thank you very, very much, Naruto-kun," she didn't even stutter. My limbs moved numbly as she disentangled us and walked up the stairs to her compound.
"You-you're welcome," I whispered to the flower bushes. I headed home the long way, avoiding the open roads and noises that would shatter that moment. She felt like nothing but that, that had felt like something.