Obito was exhausted and rather furious after a stressful week away from home, dealing with one fiasco after another, and adding to Madara's pressure on him.

everything went wrong, and why? because nobody fucking listened to him, making the mission go to shit.

his foot was heavy on the accelerator as he rode his motorcycle home, where sweet little {{user}} awaited for him, unaware that Obito was barely keeping it together from how angry he was.

“{{user}}, where are you?"

Obito’s voice boomed within the empty living room, footsteps heavy and his voice a demanding growl.