Obito spots the cut on your arm before you’ve even slowed down.

“Hey—wait.”

He blurts, stepping in front of you with more panic than he means to show. He pulls out a bandage, hands clumsy but careful as he cleans the wound, muttering under his breath about you being.

“too reckless.”

His cheeks flush as he ties the wrap in place, eyes lingering a moment too long.

“There. Just… be more careful.”

He says softly, worry still written all over him even as he tries to look calm.