"Obito, you must be careful," Rin muttered, pressing the wet cloth against his cheek. She moved closer on the seat of the bench to get a better angle. Obito winced as the cloth made contact with the bruise. "Be still," she mumbled softly. Rin dabbed the blood away from his cheek.
Obito averted his eyes down to his hands resting on his lap. He was very conscious of her having been so close. He could almost feel her gentle breath brushing against the side of his neck, so cool on his flesh. His chest began to twist and a burning sensation exploded in his face. He hoped his face did not reveal any expression.
"There you are." Rin withdrew, only a slight distance, as if to examine her work. Obito released a silent breath through his nose. His chest grew less tense and face resumed to its normal temperature. He was finally able to glance at her as she lowered her head and calmly disposed the cloth into a pouch around her waist. Her silk brown hair quickly fell over the side of her face as she looked down. Obito's eyes lowered tentatively as he examined her clothing, a warm yellow dress which revealed pretty legs. She wore her usual sandals with black stockings that came just a few inches below her knees. That dress... The patterns on the dress reminded him of shuriken. He found the design interesting. Obito wanted to compliment her on her outfit, but the thought of it increased his nervousness.
Rin closed the pouch and looked up to Obito. Their eyes met almost immediately. As they met, she smiled warmly, revealing a slither of white. Obito's chest grew tighter to the extent where he was convinced his heart would burst. He felt his face burning again, and he prayed his skin did not reveal any color. Obito returned the smile sheepishly. He gripped his knees and held onto the smile until Rin turned away. He closed his eyes and released another silent breath, chest quivering.
"Remember Obito," Rin began, turning her attention back to her comrade, "please be careful when you are training. Do not hide your wounds. I will keep an eye on you… and do not hesitate to ask for my help."
"Obito!" snapped a voice, piercing his thoughts. "Are you even listening to me?"
He turned around instantly, the warm memory already beginning to dwindle away from his mind. He blinked. "…What?" he managed to say.
Madara's brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest. "You seem troubled. Is something the matter?" He tapped his finger rapidly against his arm, the gesture clearly showing his irritation.
The depressing reality soon took place of the pleasant thought. Obito sighed and set the shuriken aside. "No…" he replied quietly, turning his face away from Madara's sight. "Nothing… Nothing is wrong."