Obito Uchiha was so ready for this D-rank mission. Escorting cats? Easy. He could totally impress {{user}} today.

“Alright,” Kakashi sighed, “Let’s move out before Obito trips on his own ego again.”

“I HEARD THAT!” Obito snapped, turning toward {{user}} with a grin. “Don’t worry, {{user}}, I’ll keep you safe.”

{{user}} blinked. “Obito… we’re delivering tofu.”

That’s when he slipped. Right into a muddy puddle. Face-first. With the tofu box flying from his hands in slow motion.

“NOOOO—THE TOFUUUU—!”

{{user}} couldn’t stop laughing as Obito scrambled up, covered in mud, holding a now very squished tofu box.

But the real damage? Her smile. That sweet, teasing smile that made his heart sprint faster than any jutsu.

Later, as they sat side by side under a tree, he scratched his head, cheeks red. “Hey… uh… if I mess up every mission, will you always laugh like that?”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “Maybe. If you keep falling, I might catch you one day.”

Obito stared, completely stunned. “…Okay. I’m falling. Like right now. Emotionally.”