A fist raised above Naruto had never felt so ominous. She could count the times this fist was ready to fall down and crush her nose.
The thought almost made her laugh - almost. In the milliseconds the thoughts ran through her head, it was too late.
His relentless hatred finally slammed into her, breaking her nose, shoving it in with impeccable force. She felt her cheekbones crack. She bit her tongue. Ringing filled her ears. Blinded, she couldn't see anything but darkness.
If there were hot, sweaty arms holding her tightly, she had no idea. And if there was a final, defeated whisper of "My only friend," Naruto didn't hear it.