Kakashi rolled his eyes as Obito enthusiastically recounted his previous mission.
The winter chill nipped at the tips of his ears, scarf that Rin had knitted for him blowing gently in the breeze. Even bundled up, fuzzy parka and soft gloves, the cold still took a toll on his weather-sensitive body. They sat side-by-side on the rickety wooden bench sat atop the snow, Obito kicking his legs as he spoke, snow flying up.
Kakashi scowled, shimmying deeper into the flap of his jacket, burying his scarf-covered mouth into the fuzz.
"-It was literally so cool, since I dodged that gigantic sword with only half of my chakra-" Obito rambled, seemingly unbothered by the frosty wind as he waved his arms around.
Idiot, Kakashi thought fondly, discreetly watching his eyes sparkle in his peripheral.
"-and then my fireball destroyed the bandits, leaving the civilians to stare at me in awe!" He continued, voice muddled by the crunching of his ice cream cone (who the fuck eats ice cream in the middle of December?!), "-and then the mission was completed!"
Kakashi was shivering at this point, feeling absolutely miserable. Being in Obito's warm presence helped, so; "Didn't Genma say you caught half of the wagons on fire?" He retorted, glancing at Obito with a flat look.
His face flushed, "I-I-" He stammered, "-that never happened!" He denied fervently, "It just so happened that there was a parallel, unrelated fire that- just- combusted!"
"Mm," Kakashi replied, rolling his eyes.
"Don't you 'mm' me, Bakashi!" Obito responded hotly, licking the remnants of his ice cream cone off his fingers, "That's what happened."
"Right."
"AAAGH!" He exclaimed, shooting up out of his seat, swiveling around to face Kakashi face to face. Obito pointed a finger in-between his eyes, "You're so annoying, you know that? Huh? Bakashi?" He glared.
Kakashi swatted his hand out of his face, nose wrinkling, "Ew," He commented, not bothering to address his insult, "Get your sticky hands away from my skin, idiot."
Obito grinned, "You mean these hands?"
Kakashi shrieked as Obito suddenly mushed his sticky, icky, ice-cream covered, slobbery hands down his scarf, rubbing them all over his face. "What the FUCK, OBITO-" Kakashi screamed, jutting his winter-boot out to kick him right in his stomach, hands coming up to pry him off of his face.
Obito grunted as the boot hit, "Ow!" He yelled, clutching his midsection, stumbling back in the snow as Kakashi gagged, pawing at his face to try and get the ice-cream molecules out of his mask and scarf, "What was that for?!"
Kakashi darkened at him, and Obito gulped, before he yelped as Kakashi launched at him, barreling into him and sending them both flying backwards into the snow. Obito landed on his back with an 'oof,' snow crunching beneath their weight. He opened his eyes to Kakashi straddling him, yanking off his scarf with bloody murder in his eyes.
He paled, "Wait- wait! I'm sorry!" He pleaded, waving his arms around, "It was an accident, I swear, I SWEAR, BAKASHI PLEASE!"
Kakashi wrapped his scarf around Obito's neck and pulled, "Die, you dumbass!"
Obito screamed, flailing around. He grabbed a fist-full of snow and chucked it right at his assailants face, getting him right in the nose. Kakashi choked as Obito used his lower body and arms to quickly and cleanly flip them over, so they essentially switched positions. Grinning like a madman as Kakashi wiped at his face, Obito started shoveling fistfuls of snow down his jacket.
Kakashi jolted, embarrassingly screeching as he wriggled around, "Obito! It's cold! OBITO STOP!" He yelled, gagging on a snowball.
Obito giggled, "Fuck you!"
Kakashi's response to that was to rip open the Uchiha's jacket, inviting the cold air into his sweatshirt as he shoved Obito backwards as hard as he could. Obito yelped, arms windmilling backwards as Kakashi threw off his balance, making him fall back onto the snow, "What-"
Obito full on banshee-screamed when Kakashi started shoving snow down his sweatshirt and onto his bare skin.
"Idiot-" Kakashi huffed, chanting similar words as he pushed heaps of snow down Obito's shirt, ignoring his rapid pleas of mercy, "-dumbass, dickface, asshole!"
"I'M SORRY, PLEASE," Obito yelled, squirming as he broke into laughter, "BAKA-BAKASHI PLEAAASSEEE!"
Kakashi couldn't help himself grinning as he snorted, "Fuck you," He repeated, continuing his assault. He had strategically positioned himself so that Obito's legs were both incapacitated, and that he held down his shoulder to immobilize his arm.
After a minute or so of laughing, yelling, cursing, and begging, Kakashi finally stopped, breaths coming out in short pants visible in the freezing air. They were both shivering, teeth clattering as Kakashi let himself flop down into the snow beside Obito, wet shirt plastered to his chest.
Obito was the first one to break the silence, "If I get sick, I'm gonna fucking murder you."
Kakashi laughed, eyes crinkling as he pushed Obito's face away from him, "Idiot," He said, smiling, "If anything, I'm going to get sick from your unwashed, germ-filled hands."
The idiot rolled his eyes, slowly sitting up to start shaking off his sweatshirt, glaring at Kakashi when clumps of snow fell out onto his pants. They were both trembling like crazy, and Kakashi had started to loose feeling in his hands.
"Want to come over?" He asked abrupty, wanting to slap himself and shrink into his soggy jacket. His face remained impassive, though, betraying no feeling as he turned to face the Uchiha.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Obito responded, busy with getting the snow out from under his sweater. He didn't even look at him to reply, "I can't stay, but I'm freezing right now, and coffee sounds great."
Kakashi rolled his eyes, sitting up himself, "I don't have coffee, dumbass. I have tea. Among other things."
Obito blinked owlishly, looking up, "Do you have hot chocolate?"
He fucking hated hot chocolate, "Yeah."
Obito snorted, brushing snow off his jacket as he adjusted his beanie, shaking snow off his gloves, "You don't have coffee but you have hot chocolate? You're such a kid."
Kakashi shoved him roughly, glaring when the Uchiha exclaimed and almost fell over, "Idiot," He sniffed, "No one fucking likes coffee."
"I like coffee!"
"No one sensible likes coffee."
Obito rolled his eyes, zipping his jacket back up and standing. His thick, winter boots left prints in the pristine snow, "Hurry up," He whined, shoving his hands into his pockets and bouncing up and down as the wind picked up, "I'm coooold."
Kakashi glared, getting up himself as he shivered, "Quit whining, crybaby," He said harshly, bending down to scoop snow out of his boots with wet gloves, "We wouldn't be this cold if you hadn't decided to rub your hands all over me."
Obito snorted, "When you put it that way-"
Kakashi shut him up with a look, face going pink under his mask. He picked up his snow-clung scarf, shaking it and wrapping it around his arm, "Shut up, idiot," He replied, voice even and face stoic, "Follow me."
Obito grumbled under his breath, but walked side-by-side with him.
Their snowy tussle had left it's mark on the previously unblemished pathway. It was a weird dirt road beside a large canopy of trees, a singular wooden bench placed in the middle of it. The night sky was a burnt orange as snow fell from the clouds, starting to cover their footsteps already. Over the years, it had become an Obito-Kakashi hang out spot, where they snuck out and just talked.
Occasionally got shitfaced drunk.
It made Kakashi feel weirdly fuzzy inside whenever he thought about their times together there, bickering and gossiping. It brought a smile to his face that he had to push down, since he didn't want to be that one idiot guy walking around town with a dumb smile under his mask. As they've grown, they've both matured. Kakashi was no longer an emotionally constipated rock (that much, anyway,) and Obito didn't try to punch his lights out whenever they argued.
Training together and doing missions after their growth spurt had left them respected among shinobi and civilian alike, Team Minato infamous around the great nations. Obito would barrel in, throwing whatever high-casualty jutsu he had at the enemies, Kakashi would support him, making sure no one would be left alive, and Rin worked on cleaning up the stragglers. They were scarily efficient, hailed almost as a second-coming of the three sannin. Minato-sensei was undeniably very proud of them.
Snow crunched under their boots as they walked, leaving footprints behind them.
"Do you ever think about dying?" Obito suddenly asked, yanking Kakashi away from his thoughts.
The fuck? "What?" He faced whiplash.
"Dying," Obito confirmed, "Like- I dunno, just- dying." He kicked a pebble buried underneath a layer of snow, the flakes flurrying in the wind, "I get that we're ninja, or whatever, but like- Rin was talking about how you could just die out of nowhere, and no one would ever know until you've been dead for a little."
What the fuck.
Obito seemed to take his perplexed silence as a request to explain, "I just thought that'd be a really sad way to die." He said, "Alone, unable to talk to the people you love, being found just- lying there. Alone. Y'know?"
Kakashi first thought of Kannabi Bridge, that made his chest tighten. His second thought was his father.
"Yeah," He spoke up quietly, images of his father's corpse flashing through his mind, "Not alone, though."
Obito turned his head, "Huh?"
Kakashi rolled his eyes, "Not alone, idiot," He repeated, "Just because you die by yourself doesn't mean you're alone. It just means people weren't around to see you die."
He huffed, "Well I know that," He retorted, "It's just- the principle of the thing."
Kakashi rolled his eyes and shoved Obito to the side, "Stop thinking too deeply, you'll hurt yourself."
Obito shoved him back with his shoulder, sending him stumbling. Kakashi shot a glare at him, regaining his footing as they continued to walk together in silence. They could see Kakashi's apartment complex coming into view as the wind picked up,
Konoha at this time of night was absolutely silent, lampposts glowing an eerie orange as they entered the lobby of his building, slumping their shoulders in relief of the wind. Obito shuddered, "Is the heating down, or something?"
Kakashi grimaced as the door shut behind them, lobby cold, "I hope not."
Stomping on the carpet, the two headed for the stairs, quickly making their way to the floor where Kakashi lived, near the top. Obito grumbled under his breath about still being freezing as they quietly walked through the hallway, stopping in front of a locked door. Kakashi rolled his eyes as he unlocked his apartment, letting them inside.
They were blasted with warm air, a sharp, welcoming contrast between the frigid air outside.
Obito sighed audibly, slipping off his snow-covered boots and jacket, yanking off his beanie and throwing them down on the floor. Kakashi glared, neatly hanging up his own snow-encrusted coat. Obito rolled his eyes, but complied and picked up his shit from the ground.
"Take a shower," Kakashi wrinkled his nose, padding deeper into his home, "I'll get you a change of clothes."
It was pointless to argue with Kakashi, so Obito subtly sniffed himself, cringing, "Your stuff won't fit me!" He protested, shaking off the last bits of snow on his sweatshirt, stepping into a small puddle of snowy-water with his sock. He grimaced, lifting his foot up and heading in the direction of the bathroom anyway.
He turned the corner, quickly walking through the short corridor as he entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him, flicking the light on to the impeccably clean, marbled room. Everything was white as fuck, tiles gleaming and mirror smudge-free as he pushed over the paw-printed curtains and started to run a hot shower. The small stack of shelves bolted into the wall has various cleaning products on it, shampoo, conditioner, shaving cream (there's no way Kakashi had a fucking beard) and soaps. Obito quickly shook his head, dispelling the thought as he checked the water temperature, finding it satisfyingly hot.
Stripping off his clothes and hopping into the steaming shower felt heavenly as he rinsed off the snow-residue off his chest. He'd been in Kakashi's place before, usually to kick his ass from the depressive states he'd sometimes get into. As they grew though, those became less and less, so Obito would just sometimes show up unannounced. As annoyed as Kakashi looked, he only refused him entrance like twice.
Speaking of, Kakashi knocked on the door once, startling Obito as he yanked the shower curtain shut before the silver-haired asshole opened the door.
"I brought you clothes," He said, voice muffled behind the curtain. Obito could see his silhouette put a pile of neatly folded clothes on the marbled counter, "Hurry up," Kakashi demanded, "I'm fucking freezing."
Obito rolled his eyes, "Yes princess," He replied sarcastically.
He exited the bathroom with the slam of his door.
Muttering under his breath, Obito quickly washed up, turning the water off and stepping out onto the mat. He grabbed the guest towel (what he thought was probably the guest towel) and dried off, changing into the sweats and hoodie that Kakashi provided him with. They were actually not too small, to his surprise, and fit quite nicely. Kinda creepy that Bakashi had his size in clothes, but whatever, he was greatful.
His hair was still dripping slightly when he opened the bathroom door, letting steam out as Kakashi stood in the doorway, still shivering.
"Finally," He grouched, shoving past him and slamming the bathroom door shut. Obito stood there in the hallway for a beat, scratching his head as the sound of water running broke him out of his stupor.
His teammate was so fucking prickly. Part of Obito wanted to grab him by the shoulders and just start shaking until brain goop oozed out of his ears, but that was violent, so he didn't. Why was he here again? Oh yeah, hot chocolate.
Brightening, he left the corridor, finding his way into Bakashi's spotless kitchen, opening brown wooden cabinets and rummaging through the items.
Kakashi in the bathroom let the spray of steaming water hit his uncovered face, basking in the quiet. He could faintly hear the idiot clambering around, but didn't find himself as annoyed as he would've been a couple years ago. It was slightly calming, knowing that you weren't alone, even if that someone in your apartment was Obito fucking Uchiha.
The water felt nice on his cold skin as he pushed his hair back, slicking it to his scalp as the stream ran down his forehead. He oftentimes wondered if maybe Obito might share the weird butterflies in his stomach whenever they laughed together, but immediately dismissed it, why would he? They were growing closer each day, and that made Kakashi feel warm inside, since it had been a while since he had close friends that didn't start with Gai. He didn't know how his life would feel if Kannabi Bridge had ended as disastrously as it could've, and found himself dispelling that thought again. Today was not the day for thinking too hard, echoing what he had said to Obito earlier. Still, he was glad he could grow closer with his entire team, with Rin's crush on him fading gradually that left them as good friends and nothing more.
Thank God.
Again, Minato-sensei was very happy with them.
Kakashi quickly bathed, turning the water off and stepping out into the cold-ish air. He shivered, grabbing his towel (which was dry, thank fuck) and drying himself off with it. He changed into his own set of comfy clothes, which included pajama bottoms and a loose long-sleeved tee. His hair was looking like a floppy, soggy piece of wet paper, so he quickly rejuvenated it by scrubbing his towel all over his scalp.
Obito, the slob, had left his wet clothes and towel on the floor, so Kakashi sighed and picked them up, flicking the light off of the bathroom and leaving. The idiot was still doing fuck knows what in his kitchen, and Kakashi took the opposite route further down the corridor to the laundry room where he stuck all the wet things in the washer, pressing a button and letting it run.
"Ow," Obito cried, muffled behind walls. Kakashi rolled his eyes, trekking to the main area.
Nothing was on fire, which was good, but he flatly stared at the hopping Obito holding his foot, muttering curses underneath his breath. He froze when he saw the unimpressed Kakashi, silence passing over them.
"You don't have instant hot chocolate," The idiot blurted out, setting his foot down.
Of course Kakashi didn't have instant fucking hot chocolate, he hated that shit. What he did instead was shoot Obito a confused but exasperated look, "Did you try looking?" He asked sarcastically, walking in front of the cabinets and crouching down.
Obito squawked. "YES? I checked that cabinet, Bakashi, you don't have hot chocolate!"
Kakashi rolled his eyes, rummaging through the cabinet that he knew for sure did not have any hot chocolate. He still made a show of looking confused, before shrugging, "Guess I ran out."
"WHAT?!" Obito yelled, waving his arms, "The whole point of coming here was to have hot chocolate," He mourned, whining. He gave Kakashi puppy-dog eyes, "Run to the store and get me some, Bakashi? Please?"
What Kakashi wanted to say was fuck no, get yourself some chocolate, idiot, and that he absolutely hated the liquid shit and would rather die than willingly drink a cup.
What he said instead was, "It's cold," and pulled out packets of tea.
Obito physically sagged like a wet noodle, pouting, "C'mon," He tried again, "Please? Pleeeaase? PLEEEAAAA-"
Kakashi shut him up by throwing a tea-packet in his open mouth, pulling out his electric kettle and running it under the faucet. Obito gagged and sputtered, clawing at his mouth to pull out the wet packet, "Dickwad!"
He rolled his eyes, shutting off the sink and putting on the kettle to boil, "You're an idiot," Kakashi stated, snatching away the packet and throwing it in the trash, "What kind of tea do you want?"
Obito grumbled, crossing his arms. "Chocolate," He said childishly.
"I swear to fuck, Obito, I will punch you."
He sighed noisily, "Green tea, dumbass. That's all I fucking drink."
"Whatever," Kakashi said, pulling out his box of green tea, "Green tea, coffee, and hot chocolate. What a mix."
"Exactly."
Kakashi snorted softly, hiding his smile, "Get out of my kitchen," He ordered semi-playfully, opening a packet, "Go do something in the living room- read, draw, whatever."
Obito sighed, "Yeah, yeah, gramps," He replied, uncrossing his arms and stomping away. Kakashi paid him no mind as he focused on getting the tea ready, knowing that he'd eventually find something to do.
His thermostat left the apartment nice and warm, water in the kettle starting to bubble, adding to the heat. His windows rattled outside as Kakashi turned his head to stare at the harsh winds blowing snow everywhere. Cold crept through the sides of the glass as he ignored it, turning back to the tea. Obito liked his tea vomit-inducing-sweet, while he preferred his bitter.
Opening the cabinet above his head to the right, Kakashi pulled out his mugs, little dogs printed on one of them and a Christmas tree painted on the second. They were both white and ceramic as he placed them down on his polished countertop. It felt nice doing something for someone as mundane as making fucking tea. He couldn't really remember the last time he made some.
Obito was rustling around in the living room, but Kakashi largely ignored it. He hated to say it but he trusted the idiot not to destroy anything (except for cooking wise, since Obito's penchant for fire was concerning).
The kettle whistled, and Kakashi flipped the switch and pulled it off the heat, dropping the individual tea bags into the mugs and topping it off with boiling water (yes he know you weren't supposed to use water at 100C for green tea, but he didn't give a fuck).
The one with the tree was for Obito, and he had to dig into his cabinet for the bag of sugar that was probably going to sit there for an eternity if not for the idiot's sweet tooth. Folding the edge of the paper bag, he gently tipped it over, monitoring the stream of sugar that fell into the tree-mug of hot tea. Once it reached levels of vomit-inducing, Kakashi stopped, folding the top back up and sliding it in the cabinet overhead him.
The sugar was slowly dissolving in the steaming liquid, so Kakashi pulled out a drawer to his left and dropped a spoon in the tea. Obito could mix it himself, the idiot.
He grabbed both of the mugs, gently holding them as he walked out of the kitchen to avoid spilling anything. When Kakashi entered the living room, he paused, and stared.
Pillows and blankets were strewn everywhere, coffee table tucked away somewhere Kakashi couldn't see, his couches arranged to make a square around the pile on his soft rug. Obito was in the middle of pulling out the couch cushions, and froze when he saw Kakashi standing there with a look of disbelief.
"...I can explain," Obito started slowly, putting the cushion down.
Did Kakashi even want to know? "Please don't," He said, sighing in exasperation. Kakashi squeezed his way through the crack between two couches, stepping on to the blanket plus pillow plus carpet pile in the middle. Obito hopped down, making a sort of divot in the blankets and sitting down, propping pillows around him to make himself comfortable. He sighed happily.
Kakashi's eye twitched, but he did the same beside the idiot and handed him the mug of steaming tea. He would never admit it, but it was warm and nice in the pile of blankets and pillows.
Obito blew on the tea softly, sipping it slowly, "...so?" He broke the comfortable silence.
"Hm?" Kakashi answered, staring into his mug, "So what?"
"So what, so what," Obito scoffed, grinning at Kakashi's reflexive eye-roll, "I dunno, hear anything lately?"
Kakashi huffed, "Can't we just sit here in silence?" He asked, exasperated, looking up from his tea and at the Uchiha, "We don't have to constantly be talking all the time."
Obito raised his non-mug-holding hand in a placating gesture, "Okay, okay," He relented, "Jeez..."
Silence fell over them, occasionally broken by the windows rattling as Kakashi resumed staring into his drink. The idiot blew softly on his tea, steam wafting away. He tried not to look, he really did, but Kakashi's eyes gravitated to Obito focusing intently on his cup. In the light of his living room, he looked oddly...normal. Domestic, even.
Kakashi snapped his eyes back to his drink before he could continue that train of thought. In his peripheral, Obito took a sip.
"I think Minato-sensei might be trying to get Kushina pregnant," Kakashi blurted out before he could help himself, grinning under his mask when Obito choked, coughing wildly as tea dribbled down the cup and his hands.
"WHAT?!" He yelled hoarsely, covering his mouth with the crook of his elbow as he continued coughing.
"Mm," Kakashi continued, swirling his cup gently, "I forgot my gloves at his place, last week, and went to go get them. It was night, so I quietly snuck in through the window, but when I reached the dining table where it was, I uh-" He paused, glancing at Obito staring at him with wide-eyes, "I heard them...like- fucking."
"WHAT?!" Obito yelled again, shaking his head, "But- wait, Bakashi, couples have sex like all the time. For fun."
Kakashi shoved him roughly, uncaring that the tea splashed everywhere and that Obito yelped, "I know that, idiot," He snapped, face going red, "Kushina isn't on birth control, though, because of something about her seal. And- and-" He faltered, "Minato-sensei wasn't like- wearing...anything." Fuck this was awkward.
"Wha- how do you know?!" Obito asked in disbelief, wiping the tea from his pants with his sleeve.
Kakashi's entire face felt hot, "...I can smell the difference."
A pause.
"YOU CAN FUCKING WHAT?!"
"Shut UP, Obito!" Kakashi yelled back, shoving him yet again, "It's the middle of the fucking night!"
Obito jerked as more tea spilled over his hands. Having enough, he set it down away from them, wiping his hands on his shirt and shoving Kakashi back just as hard, "YOU shut up, Bakashi!"
Kakashi set his tea down before it could spill, flopping sideways on to the pillows as the Uchiha's push toppled him off balance. Growling, he grabbed a pillow and chucked it at Obito's stupid face, smirking when it hit him smack-dab in the center.
"Oh it's on," Obito said threatningly, peeling the pillow off of his face. Kakashi felt looming dread cross him and vaguely realized that he might've made a horrible mistake.
Obito screamed like a vengeful ghost and jumped on top of him, grabbing a fistful of blanket and shoveling it on his face. A mock-repeat of Kakashi's earlier attempt of strangulation. He grabbed another pillow and slapped that on top of the blanket, holding it down.
Kakashi struggled, kicking around as he grasped Obito's wrist, twisting it enough for the idiot to yelp, easing the pressure off the pillow combo. With that opening, Kakashi wrapped his legs around the Uchiha's midsection, throwing his entire bodyweight to the side and flipping them over cleanly.
Again, a mock-repeat of earlier events.
Kakashi panted, "You really want to do this again?"
Instead of answering, Obito headbutted him in the forehead.
They both cried out, Kakashi falling backwards holding his head as Obito did the same, hissing like he didn't know it was going to hurt. Luckily, they fell back into soft blankets, holding their heads in unison.
"You're so fucking annoying, you know that? Huh? Bakashi?" Obito spat, holding his forehead. He groaned, "I'm gonna bruise."
Kakashi huffed, "How is this my fault, idiot?" He retorted back with an equal amount of heat.
The Uchiha sat up, rubbing his head, "I don't know," He cried sarcastically, "You spilled tea on me!"
"It was an accident."
"Accident my fat fucking ass, you-" Obito paused, "Wait...you were trying to distract me from asking more questions about your crazy nose!"
Aw, fuck.
Obito nodded again, lowering his arms as he crawled over to Kakashi, head hovering over his, "You skank! Tell me everything."
Kakashi groaned softly, turning pink under his mask as he glared up at the idiot, "Leave me alone."
Obito wildly shook his head as he disappeared from Kakashi's field of view, grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him up to a sitting position, "You brought this on to yourself,-"
"Please don't remind me,"
"-so you gotta finish it." He stated, pulling away and sitting cross-legged infront of Kakashi. "Now spill."
Kakashi sighed heavily, willing the gods to give him strength, "Fine," He relented, "You know how my clan has had like- the same summons for like- I don't fucking know, centuries, probably," He started, crossing his legs to mirror the Uchiha, "Well, because of it, over the years we evolved with some of those traits, like a sensitive nose, sharp teeth, rougher palms and feet, and like- other random stuff, I guess." He shrugged, "Dogs, y'know."
Obito nodded raptly, "Wait, you have sharp teeth?" He paused, "Like a vampire?"
Kakashi scoffed, "No, idiot. Like a dog. Some of them, anyway."
"Can I see?"
"No."
Obito huffed, rolling his eyes, "Fine, dog-boy, how does this relate to you casually smelling the difference between protected and unprotected sex?"
"If you were a little patient, maybe-" Kakashi was cut off by a pillow to the face. He glared at his offender as it fell into his lap, "Anyway, my nose is very sharp because of those evolved traits, and I started wearing my mask to dull those scents. End of story."
"Are you sure you don't have buck teeth-"
Kakashi whipped the pillow into his face, cutting him off.
Obito snickered, throwing the pillow off to the side when it slid down his face into his lap, "Can you smell feelings? Or something?"
"...feelings?" Kakashi asked, dumbfounded, "Wha- like-arousal?"
Obito shrieked, "EW, NO!" He denied, making his arms into an X, "Nuh, uh, nooo, no way. Not AT ALL what I was asking, dumbass." His face was also tinged a little pink, "I meant like, being happy, or sad, or whatever."
Kakashi's face felt hot, "Oh. With my mask on, not really." He answered, "I haven't really tried smelling people to see if they were sad bare faced, so."
Obito perked up, "We can try right now! I'll close my eyes and-"
"No."
He deflated like a balloon, "Prickly dick," He muttered under his breath, "But if you can't smell feelings, how did you know Asuma liked Kurenai before we did?" The Uchiha asked, confused.
Kakashi shot him a flat look, "Basic observational skills, idiot."
Obito flushed, chucking a pillow at him. He ducked this time, rolling his eyes and turning away to find his cup of tea, "I thought it was obvious that they liked each other." Kakashi continued, finding his dog-themed ceramic mug and gently lifting it, turning back to face Obito with tea in hand, "Like when we were kids, and I told you that Rin would never like you back."
The Uchiha huffed, "You were an asshole."
Kakashi took a sip, pulling the underside of his mask over the cup to hide his face, "Yeah."
"And wrong," Obito sniffed, crossing his arms, "Rin does like me."
Fuck, did Obito still have a crush on her? In the back of Kakashi's head, he kind of ran under the assumption that his feelings faded, "I thought you stopped having a crush on her," He said out loud, "She's definitely over me."
"Yeah, I'd hope so," The idiot chuckled, turning away to find his own cup of tea.
Kakashi didn't know why, but his stomach rolled, "You're hiding something from me."
Obito was uncharacteristically silent as he found his mug, gently using the spoon to swirl the sugar in it, dissolving it in the tea. The windows rattled more, soft whistling escaping into Kakashi's apartment, a cold breeze jostling him and making goosebumps stand up on his skin.
"Obito," Kakashi didn't know why he said his name, chest squeezing tightly, "You're hiding something." He repeated. The air thinned.
Obito turned back towards him, face hidden from view as he looked down into his mug to stir the remaining sugar. Kakashi felt frozen as the idiot looked up, face pink and a blinding smile on his face. Instead of that reassuring him, Kakashi felt like he could no longer breathe.
"We uh- we've been dating for a couple of weeks now," Obito admitted, smiling into his cup as he sipped the tea, "She wanted to keep it a secret so no one would freak out, but I'm gonna see her at her place later tonight...so uh, we- y'know."
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, "Already?" Kakashi blurted out instead, voice calm as he put his cup down.
Obito flushed, "It was her idea, we've known each other for so long- and stuff, so she thought it'd be fine to uh, make our relationship more serious earlier on. Plus," He defended, "People do it much earlier."
"Oh, cool."
"Yeah."
Obito took a sip of his sweet tea as the windows rattled loudly, "It's my first time," He blurted out, face turning a concerning shade of red, "It's not hers. Remember that Hyuuga guy from the team that had their member killed on a C-Rank?"
Kakashi felt himself automatically nod, he had no idea who Obito was talking about. Everything felt so far away.
"Well," He broke him from his thoughts, "They dated for a month before Rin decided it wasn't working out, and as couples do, they had sex. I've never dated anybody before her, so I'm a little nervous."
Obito seemed to take Kakashi's silence as incentive to continue, "It's probably gonna be fine, right? I mean how hard can it be, haha, unintentional innuendo." He giggled nervously, "I just hope I don't throw up. Or cry. That'd be really embarrassing."
Around this point, Kakashi started tuning him out. He vaguely knew that Obito was rambling, and had started to recount his dates with her. Wordlessly, he picked up his ceramic cup, staring into the warm liquid at his own blank face, fingers ghostly white and complexion pale. He doubted that the idiot would notice how the room got colder, or chalk it up to the storm outside. Obito never really had the emotional intelligence to notice the smaller things, which he knew annoyed Rin and their friends at some points.
Right now, though, it felt like the universe pointing and laughing at Kakashi's misfortune.
See, if Obito could understand that Kakashi was being weirdly silent as he spoke, he'd stop, ask what's wrong, and move on from the topic. If he understood, he'd piece together that Kakashi was hurt, that he was jealous, that something was very, very wrong.
How ironic everything felt. Kakashi almost started giggling, was this how Obito felt whenever Rin would look at him?
Fuck the irony. Dawning realization washed over him as his heart raced, eyes un-focusing on the cool cup of tea grasped between thin fingers until they turned to splotchy blobs of colors. This was his fault. This was karma. The universe has decided that his character and actions were irredeemable, that he needed to hurt to understand how much of a shit person he'd been to everyone he'd ever loved. Kakashi now had to watch, in simmering silence, as Obito smiled at Rin, cracking jokes and discreetly glancing at her so she wouldn't feel weirded out. He would have to watch them sit on a bench, kicking legs and eating ice cream as they giggled and gossiped. Watch his eyes light up when she speak, and hers reciprocate.
How many times had Rin tried to get through to Kakashi? Watch him from her peripheral, turn pink and laugh at his occasional joke? He didn't care, then, and certainly doesn't care now, but he would insult her and squash that sparkle under his shoe as hard as he could, just because he could.
And now, and now, Obito would do the same to him.
Justice, it seemed. He was an idiot for thinking that he could escape it because he'd suffered enough for a lifetime. He thought he'd suffered enough, but no, not yet.
Kakashi shouldn't be upset, it was what he deserved.
"-ahshi-"
He deserved this.
"-Bakash-"
He deserved-
"BAKASHI!"
Obito's shrill voice shattered his thoughts, brain suttering as he blinked his eyes back into focus, head snapping up, eyes blown wide and glossy, "What?"
"I've been calling you for like- the past five minutes!" The Uchiha cried, "Are you- you just froze, man, are you- what- are you okay?"
Oh. He did notice.
"I'm cold," Kakashi replied, voice sounding distant to his ears.
He deserved this.
He-
Obito leaned in, balancing himself on one hand as he gently placed his hand on top of Kakashi's. It felt warm on top of his, calloused and soft. It took every drop of willpower not to wrench his hands away from him and start screaming.
"Jeez," The idiot commented, oblivious to Kakashi's turmoil, "Your hands really are cold,"
He deserved this.
Obito sighed, pulling away and chuckling, "Guess that means it's time for me to leave,"
The blankets rustled as he pushed himself up, standing on his toes as he stretched, raising his arms to the sky, sighing audibly as joints cracked. Kakashi automatically got up too, trembling. He deserved this.
"Rin's waiting on me, but I'm always fashionably late, so I'm sure she won't mind."
He deserved this.
Kakashi took Obito's mug and lifelessly walked into the kitchen, placing them both on the counter as the Uchiha hauled blankets and pillows up on to the couches, quickly sliding them back into the general vicinity of where they used to be.
He deserved this.
"I tried to put everything back right," Obito started, dusting off his hands as he entered the kitchen, "Today was cool, especially when I kicked your ass twice," He bragged, grinning, "I have a mission in a couple of days, so I'll be gone for a bit before we can do this again."
Kakashi nodded, he deserved this.
Obito awkwardly hung around, before scratching his cheek, and mumbling something under his breath that sounded a lot like, fuck it, before grabbing Kakashi's shoulder and abruptly pulling him into a hug.
"I know you hate human contact, dumbass," Warm arms wrapped under his arm and around his waist, hands resting on Kakashi's shoulder and midsection, "And I know you hate getting sappy, or whatever-the-fuck," Obito's voice was muffled behind him, squeezing him tightly enough to feel secure but not enough to feel claustrophobic, "But you're probably one of my closest friends."
Kakashi did not deserve this.
Obito pulled away, pink, "I'm glad you grew out of your dickhole-y-ness after I almost fucking died." He chuckled, "Rin's too proud to say it but she's glad too."
The windows rattled, Obito shivering as a cold draft washed over them, "Mother nature is telling me to get the fuck out," He joked, patting Kakashi on the shoulder and walking past him, "I'll give your clothes back later, I'm like- actually running late. For real."
He did not deserve this. He did not deserve this. He did not deserve this. He'd changed, he'd grown, why now? Why him? He absolutely didn't deserve watching his heart fucking ripped out. Fuck, Genma had called it. He had fucking told Kakashi to get his head together and get over Obito before it was too late.
This was it.
This was too late.
Rustling distracted him from his ramblings as he turned towards it, watching Obito near the front door zip up his jacket, slipping his feet into a pair of sandals since he didn't have extra socks with him, "I'll get my shoes tomorrow," He said, looking up, noticing his stare, "C'mon, Bakashi, lock the door behind me."
Blankly, Kakashi walked up to him, watching far away as Obito unlocked his front door, adjusting his beanie and stepping out. He turned back, smiled wide, cheeks tinged red, "Don't get fucking sick," He warned playfully, "Rest up, okay? I'm gonna have another super cool mission story that you'll want to hear next time."
"Okay."
Obito grinned, stuffing his hands into his pockets and disappearing in a swirl of leaves. Kakashi watched them slowly flutter down, before vanishing without a trace. Wordlessly, soundlessly, he shut the door.
He did not deserve this.