I jumped into the sea of time (and drowned with a smile) (смешанная)

Obito.
Pinned under a boulder, four feet in front of him. He looked so tiny compared to the size of it, just a little boy in a world of pain. It was almost a blessing he was unconscious. Scrambling forward on all fours, Naruto’s warm hands reached out to Obito’s left, flinching back at the cold feeling of his fingers. Immediately concerned, Naruto grabbed the hand firmly, rubbing it to get some heat back. He made very sure to not smear any of his blood on Obito’s hand, or the wrist of his jacket. Obito’s wrist was so tiny, Naruto could touch his fingers together around it. But at least it still held a pulse.
Suddenly feeling unbelievably sad and relieved at the same time, Naruto couldn't stop the tears coming to his eyes. Leaning forward, he hunched over, touching his forehead to the side of Obito’s temple, relieved tears dripping onto the harsh stone below.
“Obito,” he whispered. “I found you.”