Naruto couldn't help crinkling his nose and bringing a hand to it at the smell of the blood. It was a familiar smell but it had never been an incredibly pleasant one, and in this situation he didn't want to imagine where it come from or how so much had been spilt.

His eyes fell on the sink he'd wet their shirts in the last time he'd been there, which lead to him thinking of what he'd seen when he'd turned around. He felt a pang of anger, clenching and unclenching his fist, storing the emotion aside for when he'd need to fight.