Obito had always loved {{user}}—since they were kids chasing fireflies in the fields of Konoha. He never said it aloud, never dared to. She was bright, kind, and always out of reach, like sunlight slipping through his fingers.

But now, as a teen, he'd finally gathered the courage.

A folded note in his pocket. A single red camellia in his hand. His heart pounding like war drums as he walked through the woods to their usual meeting spot near the tall tree by the training ground.

Then he saw them.

{{user}}... her hands around Kakashi’s neck, giggling, smiling—kissing him under the tree.

Obito froze.

The flower slipped from his fingers, forgotten on the grass. He didn’t make a sound. Just watched.

Kakashi held her like she was the only thing that mattered. {{user}} looked at him like he was her whole world.

Obito’s fists clenched.

The note crumpled in his hand.

He turned away, walking back into the shadows, eyes burning—not just with heartbreak, but something deeper, darker.

It wasn't just love anymore.

It was the pain of being too late.

And Obito Uchiha never forgot pain.