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None of her old clothes fit her, and the maternity clothes she bought are tight and scratchy. Rin covers her hand over her belly button, which is now protruding outwards and suddenly itchy and sensitive. A part of her considers just walking around topless, but her hormones are out of whack and she gets cold when she's not having hot flashes.
She looks in Obito's closet. She considers pulling on a T-shirt, but at a glance, she can tell the fabric would tug against her belly uncomfortably. Rin frowns, then keeps rummaging, pushing through coat hangers until her eyes fall on the purple cassock shoved in the corner.
Rin recognizes it: Obito had fought in the war wearing something similar, his face covered in a white and black mask. That cassock had pretty much been torn to shreds, the arm ripped off and the fabric blown up after his jinchuuriki transformation.
But Obito has always had backups, whether they be plans or allies or orange masks, it makes sense that he'd have an extra cassock. Rin pulls out the hanger and examines the material, which is soft and thick, the high collar plush between her fingers.
She slips it on. The whole thing drapes over her body like an over-large tent, but it's comfortable, and instead of clinging to her belly, the fabric falls over her like a blanket.
That night, Obito comes home and is surprised to see Rin padding around in ceremonial Uchiha colors, the high-collared neck covering her up to the nose and the long sleeves of the cassock drooping over her hands. "I'm keeping this," Rin says, and Obito gapes at her as she waddles back into the living room, her belly protruding outwards while extra layers of fabric drag along the floor.