Naruto is running.
The kind of reckless running where you're throwing yourself forward blindly and crashing into random civilians like a human pinball. You don't care that you've tripped over a little girl or made someone drop their groceries. You don't stop to apologize and help the elderly man you've knocked over. You have your hands clutched tightly like you're trying to hold something as Kiba jumps out of the way and pulls Hinata back in time as well ("Hey! Watch where you're going, Naruto!"). Your heart's about to burst and you're gasping for air, not because you're tired but because…because…
Ten minutes ago, Kakashi told Naruto that Iruka died.
Ninjas don't cry, he remembers as his ankles buckle under and he finally collapses at the entrance gate.
For the first time, Naruto yanks his Konoha headband off and lets it slip from his fingers onto the ground with a clank so that anyone watching would just see some kid crying for his dad.
