under the same sun
[expectations]
summary: that one time Obito asked Rin out – and she said yes.
rating: T
characters: Obito, Rin
honorable mentions: Kakashi, Minato
note1: so. i just read the latest Naruto chapter. still nothing on WHY Kakashi would kill Rin. i can't help picturing Kishi with a giant trollface saying, you mad, fans? yes. yes i am.
note2: this is a little late, but...it's really long. and FLUFFY!
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One minute she was completely immersed in the latest medical text, reading about horrible symptoms of gangrene, and the next –
"W-will you go out with me, Rin-chan?"
–Obito was standing in front of her, hands clenched to his sides in shaking fists, and a decidedly hopeful look in his wide, onyx eyes, hidden behind his orange tinted goggles.
"O-Obito-san?" She mutters, blinking.
She should be used to this by now. It was almost a daily routine how many times he would ask her out. She would answer with a polite, "not today, Obito-san."
He would sulk for a while over the inevitable rejection until something else caught his attention. Usually it was something Kakashi said or Minato did. Everything would be back to normal the next day; she would be busy reading (or trying to placate the tension between her two teammates); Obito would be late (or scowling at Kakashi); the silver-haired boy in question would be showing his superior skills (or mocking Obito) and Minato would be directing them (or breaking up a fight between Obito and Minato).
Only, he wasn't moving.
"Rin-chan, please," he urged, pouting petulantly. "Just one date."
His sudden brazen approach to asking her out startles her, because really –
-This was Obito Uchiha-
-since when was he so…forward?
Rin drops her book in shock. "O-Obito-san…?"
"Just," he pleads, looking subtly chastised with his actions. "Give me one – just one – chance, and if it doesn't work out, I'll leave you alone. Okay?"
Didn't she always preach about giving chances and not judging someone based on appearance? Yes, but – this was Obito Uchiha; her friend, companion, and teammate. Any feelings she had for him were completely platonic and purely friend-related. She knew he liked her – if asking her out numerous times weren't enough of a hint, she didn't know what else was – but didn't – couldn't – return those same sentiments.
"Ah, Obito-san…" She scratches her cheek. He stands his ground. "Um…one date you say, and then you will stop asking me?"
He nods. It's a little comforting to know that she won't have to go home with that clinging weight of guilt on her shoulders with each dejected look he gives her when she says no.
Would it really be such a big deal?
A dinner between two friends, that's all.
It might give her a chance to make her feelings abundantly clear.
Without, you know, hurting him in the process.
(She's probably going to regret this.)
"Okay," she picks up the fallen book, suddenly less interested in reading about wet and dry gangrene as she was before. "I'll go on a date with you – but just one."
He doesn't hear her because he's too busy whooping happily, and promising, "you won't regret this, Rin-chan; it'll be the best date you've ever been on!"
(She's already beginning to.)
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He came to her door two hours late ("there was this old woman who needed help…"), but it didn't matter. She didn't get ready until the time he was supposed to show up, anyway. Not because she didn't want to go, because she knows him.
He stood outside her apartment door, face blushed a brilliant red color and trembling from nerves.
Rin doesn't notice this. The only thing she's focused on is the absence of his goggles, and how neat his hair looks. His trousers are a simple black pair she's seen him wear around the village on their days off, but his shirt is rather… formal. It's a black, button-up dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. She's never seen him wear it before.
He…looks good.
(But that can't be right because this is only Obito Uchiha – her friend.)
"A-ah," he sputtered. "Y-you look, u-um, b-beautiful…"
Her heart stalls in her chest. Why did that one comment make her feel so…hot? Embarrassed, she waved him off with a little chuckle, and grabs her bag.
It's not like she dressed up for this.
(Only, you know, she kind of did.)
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It's not so bad – once she got past the awkwardness of being on an actual date with her best friend that is.
They're at a sushi bar that's she never heard of, eating food that seems much too expensive, but she's kindofsortofmaybe having fun.
"Ah, Rin-chan," he says, dipping his maki in shoyu. "You should try some nigiri. Here."
It's kind of sad of admit, but she's never really tried sushi before. Obito ordered for her, citing that this was one of his favorite restaurants to eat at. He picked out several large platters of food; large rolls of maki sushi called futomaki, nigiri (which he insists tastes the best), and onigiri.
So far, her favorite is the onigiri, but the rest taste good, as well.
"Mm," she hums, chewing on the piece of sushi.
"I knew you'd like it," he turns his attention to the set of dangos (a rather unusual addition to their meal, but he somehow managed to convince the waitress that, yes, dangos were a perfectly acceptable meal choice to go with sushi). "Dangos and sushi are the best, eh?"
She can only nod and smile.
The date is going well – much better than she expected. If she forgot that they were even on one, it could easily pass as one of their post-mission meals. Except, you know, this is much fancier than cheap ramen.
(And she won't do that to Obito; she agreed to a date, not a friendly outing.)
She plucks a pink hanami dango ball from the platter and plops it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
It's strange for her to be feeling so…unsure about Obito when that's usually reserved for Kakashi.
No. No. She won't go there.
Rin will not think about Kakashi Hakate on a date with Obito. It's completely unfair to him.
…And she's a little embarrassed (and slightly confused) to admit that she wasn't thinking of him at all during her dinner with Obito. Her silver haired teammate barely came to her mind. Odd. Really, really odd. She doesn't dwell on it though (but secretly blames it on the deliciousness of the food.)
"I'm really glad you finally agreed to go on a date with me, Rin-chan."
Damn.
Why does he have to look so sincere when he speaks to her?
"Yeah," she says evasively. "Are you going to eat the other dango?"
"No," he smiles, nudging it with his chop sticks. "You can have it."
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They wander aimlessly through the village, not saying a word.
Rin is still a little embarrassed over dinner. Typically, on a date the male counterpart was supposed to pay, but she didn't expect the bill to be so expensive. When she offered to pay half the bill, the sudden look in Obito's eyes made her blush unashamedly at the intensity swimming behind his onyx eyes.
("Don't worry, Rin-chan," he says, easily tossing out a few bills on the table. "I've got it.")
It's really stupid when she thinks about it. So he paid for dinner, that didn't mean she had to get all flustered about it. But the act, the simple gesture made her acutely more aware of how much this date means to him. He was willing to pay when he normally tried to push the bill on someone else. It was…heavy.
It made her feel heavy.
With guilt.
With flattery.
She didn't know.
Since when did being with Obito make her feel so…confused?
"I, uh," he scratches his head, pointedly avoiding her gaze. "Do you want to walk by the, um, river with me? I know it's kind of late, but…"
"Obito-san, this is your date, isn't it?" The look of surprise on his face makes her smile. "So. It's not over, I hope."
He grins, holding his hand out for her to take. "Of course not, Rin-chan!"
Shyly, she slips her hand into his.
(She kindofsortof doesn't want the night to end, either.)
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They wander aimlessly through the village, in no real rush to go anywhere.
Somewhere between Ichiraku Ramen and the lake, their hands stopped bumping into each other's and finally joined together. The warm from his hand, laced through each of her fingers and drawing little circles on her wrist with his thumb, caused a pleasant tingle to grow in the pit of her stomach.
Butterflies.
She was nervous.
Obito Uchiha made her nervous.
Someone somewhere is probably laughing, she thinks with a little, hesitant smile dancing on the corners of her lips. He's… not the first choice she would have picked to spontaneously get a crush on. Obito's sweet; he kind and considerate, and he's so dependable, but she never really saw him as a potential crush.
They were friends.
Holding his hand, dreading the moment when they would eventually stumble across her apartment complex or the night would come to a close, it didn't feel anything like the sworn label just friends entailed. It felt…
Right.
Comfortable.
Safe.
She likes it – a lot.
(Maybe a little too much, but she doesn't dwell on it; she has time to mull these developments over.)
"Ah…" He muttered.
She glances at his dejected face, blinking, and follows his gaze.
It was her street.
"Oh."
She wants to steer him in the opposite direction and start their walk from the beginning. And once they get to her street once more, she wants to repeat the process again and again until she's had her fill of this date.
Obito continues to walk toward her apartment, and she dutifully follows. They have to get up early tomorrow anyway; Obito has AM practice and Rin has an early shift at the hospital.
"I had fun, Rin-chan," he looks at her shyly.
She nods, and smiles. "Me too, Obito-kun," his eyes light up at the honorific added to his name - a new development instead of the usual san. "I'm glad I agreed to go with you."
…Since when did she become so corny?
His smile is practically beaming as they stand outside her apartment.
She thinks about inviting him in for tea, but she doesn't have any left.
Dragging the keys from out of her bag, she slowly inserts them inside the lock and twists.
"U-um, I know I said only one date…but, i-if you had fun maybe we can…"
She cuts him off with a brazen kiss to his cheek that turns a burning scarlet under her lips. The warm of his flesh makes her heart flutter.
"Pick me up at seven tomorrow," she says, opening the door.
His eyes are impossibly wide and she giggles at the star-struck expression on his face. "I-I will, R-Rin-chan!"
When he finally leaves, she shuts the door and leans on with a wistful sigh. She drops her head into her hands and starts to laugh quietly to herself. The butterflies in her stomach refuse to settle down, squirming around in earnest now. Her face is almost as red as his was when she thinks about their date.
"Obito-kun," she hums to herself, unable to keep the smile off her face (or her heart from somersaulting in her chest).
That one time he asks her out, and she said yes turned out to be better than expected – much better, actually.
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note3: next update will be either on Tuesday or on Wednesday.
note4: please review. =)