"What in the goddamn."
Obito stares, wide-eyed at the fucking jinchuuriki that skirts around the edge of town, wondering if he's lost even more of his marbles. But no, it really is a jinchuuriki, and it's the one that's built like a brick shithouse, too.
He pauses, but before Obito can panic about being noticed, he sees the man crouch down, facing a bush. Unfortunately, since he's on the other side of the bush, no matter how much he squints - or just turns on his Sharingan - he can't see what's going on.
At least until a tiny, mewling kitten steps outside with wobbly legs, and Han starts scratching it behind its ears.
This shouldn't be as cute as it is.
He might've dismissed it after a while, had the man not started talking to the kitten in a high-pitched baby voice, calling it a "handsome man," and cooing about its "fluffy wittle tail."
Obito, like any other man, has a breaking point, and this just happens to be (one of) his.
He lets out a short, sharp laugh that rings throughout the air. Although he's quick to slap his hands over his mouth, Han hears him and freezes.
Obito does a remarkable job cosplaying a deer caught in headlights, and can't even bring himself to move when Han's widened eyes fall upon him.
"I'm just a figment of your imagination," he blurts out, then promptly throws himself into kamui without another thought, like the genius he is.
He takes in a breath, peering through the crack in kamui to watch Han glancing between the kitten and the area where Obito had just been standing, clearly bewildered.
"What in the world?" Han lets out quietly.
"Mew," the cat replies.
Han pauses, briefly, before nodding and lifting the kitten up to his face. "You're right," he mutters. "I need a nap."
The cat blinks and boops him on the nose.
A/N:
i know, this chapter is even worse than the last ;)
hopefully the quality will increase at some point (i say, like im not the one writing this fic)
thanks for reading ahaaaaaaaaaa