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The room was dark, but even in the pitch black, Rin could make out the silhouette of the man hunched over the side of the bed. There was a rustling of fabric, steady and rhythmic, a slight hitch of his breath, and then the soft, furtive sounds of flesh beating over flesh.

Rin stayed at the farthest corner of the room. For some reason, her consciousness was tethered to this bedroom, she couldn't float anywhere else, which was what she wished she could do so he could touch himself in private. Rin averted her eyes, kept her gaze trained on the shadows on the wall, but every so often she'd hear a tight gasp, the increasing heaviness of his breathing as he neared completion.

He very rarely did this. The few times he did, he would be angry at himself for days, humiliated that he had succumbed to his baser urges.

She could hear his panting growing louder, more desperate. Rin glanced behind her and saw the shape of his back bent over the bed. She heard him swallow, fisting harder, and then a ragged exhale. She watched him fumble for the box of tissues.

He let out a harsh breath, then gasped. Rin looked away as he came and covered himself, penis twitching into the wad of tissues in his hand.

A moment. He stayed hunched over himself, breathing hard, his heart rapidly beating. He rose and took a shaky breath, tucking himself back inside his pants and tossing the tissues in the trash. He walked past her as he went to the bathroom and washed his hands in scalding hot water.

xXx

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"Obito, can I ask you something? And you promise you won't get embarrassed?"

They're lying in bed, Rin wrapping her arms around his chest and leaning against his neck. Obito strokes her forehead. "What is it?" Obito says. Rin shifts on his chest, looking up at him.

"When I was a ghost, you know, I could go to different rooms to give you privacy," Rin says. "But I could only do that when you were showering or using the bathroom. The other times..." she tries not to embarrass him. "...the other times, I couldn't leave."

"You mean when I...?"

"Yeah."

Obito blinks. His cheeks are red. Rin continues. "Did you think of me, those times? Is that why I couldn't leave the room?"

Obito blushes. "I always think of you," Obito says. Rin giggles softly, kissing and hugging him.