── ❖ ── 12:59 𝔭𝔪 ── ❖ ──

The clearing was quiet after training, the sound of the wind brushing through the leaves filling the silence.

Obito sat cross-legged on the ground, his arm stinging from the scrape he’d earned in yet another reckless charge against Kakashi. He tried to act tough, but the truth was that the bandages being wrapped around his arm were the only thing keeping him still.

{{user}}’s hands moved carefully, steady and sure. Each brush of her fingers sent a nervous warmth through him that had nothing to do with the wound. He forced himself not to flinch, not from the sting of the medicine, but from how close she was. His heart beat faster than it had in any spar.

Obito’s face felt hot, and he turned his head slightly, hoping she wouldn’t notice how red his cheeks had gotten. He wanted to say something, something smooth, something that would make her laugh, maybe even make her look at him differently. But all that came out was a muttered complaint.

“Y-you don’t have to wrap it so tight…”