He admires Sakura more than anyone else he knows. She's strong, resilient, and independent. Capable of doing anything she puts her mind to… Looks fantastic while doing it, and maintains an air that makes him think nothing is ever wrong—unless something in particular is upset in her world right in that moment.
Naruto has also noticed that her strength has made her loathe to accepting help. He doesn't really remember any times when she's reached out to others for aid, or asked for any kind of assistance in anything she puts her mind to. If there was a time when it happened, it must have been on the very down-low. And it applies to all kinds of help—from help with bills, to help carrying things.
When the blonde first noticed that reluctance, he devoted himself to changing it—at least when it came to him. Just with small things at first—and usually with things involving him.
If they went to lunch, he would reason it made more sense for him to pay than setting up two orders, or he ate more than her anyway so splitting a bill in half would be unfair to her. If they took a cab, he made sure to be the first to declare payment by credit and shove his card in front of hers, and grin in response to her scowl. If they went to the store, he'd make sure to extend his stride so he could open the door for her, and grab the bags on the way out before she could think about carrying them.
They were just little tasks that he felt he needed to do for her—and especially for her. Not many other people were privileged to his efforts, though she didn't really seem to notice it.
Well, she did notice the 'efforts.' But sometimes he doubted whether or not she appreciated them or not.
They were sitting in their living room eating cereal, watching the television in a fair amount of silence, because eating was very serious business. He finished before her, and put his bowl in the sink to soak before returning to his spot, and watched her from the corner of his eye. She was a slower eater than he in most cases, and was distracted by the show anyway.
As soon as she tilted her head back against the wall with the spoon set in the bowl, and gave that tell-tale sigh of content that people gave when they were full and finished, he pounced. Snatching the bowl from her hands, she didn't have the chance to try and steal it back before he was en route to the kitchen.
"Why do you always do that?" she asked him with a scowl and a hint of annoyance. His shoulders drooped while he filled the bowl with water.
"I just wanna help," he mumbled in return, hardly audible over the running faucet.
"Well, I could've done it myself," she huffed indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I know." Moving back to the living room, he took a tentative seat next to her, looking forlorn and almost apologetic. "I just… It's how I show I care. I want to help. I'm here for you, even when it comes to the littlest things. I want to help you with them," he tried to explain, looking to the side sheepishly.
The words settled between them for a moment, and then she laughed softly. "Sunshine, you are such a dork," she whispered affectionately as she leaned into him, using his shoulder as a pillow and focusing her attention again on the TV.