His knuckles rapped on the door twice. He was finally home after a week-long infiltration mission. He didn't need to knock; he could use his key, or just as easily break in...but he wanted to see your reaction. How you'd jump - into his arms, preferably - the flush of your cheeks. He'd spent the past month or so surrounded by sweaty, smelly men, he couldn't fucking wait to see you again, you with all your sweetness.

He smiled when he heard your footsteps from behind the door. He smiled even more when you opened the door and he finally saw your pretty face again. Pretty, pretty. Had you gotten a haircut?

"Did you miss me?"

Obito wondered if you thought of him as much as he'd thought about you. He'd fallen asleep to fantasies of you, dreamed about you. He finished the mission early so he could see you earlier.

"I missed you", He added as he closed the door behind him