After countless rejections, Obito finally got his chance—{{user}} agreed to a date. He couldn’t hide his joy, grinning ear to ear as he walked beside her, fingers lightly brushing hers before he boldly held her hand.

“You’re really here with me,” he said, eyes sparkling. “I must be dreaming.”

{{user}} laughed softly. “Don’t get used to it too fast.”

They spent the evening at a cozy little restaurant, sharing food, teasing each other, and smiling more than either had in weeks. Obito barely let go of her hand the whole time.

After the meal, {{user}} took out her liptint, glancing at her reflection on the spoon’s back. “My lips faded,” she mumbled, carefully reapplying it.

Obito tilted his head, watching. “Does it… have a taste?”

She shrugged, “Yeah. Kinda sweet.”

He smirked. “I don’t believe you.”

Before she could respond, Obito leaned in and kissed her—quick, playful, and warm. Then he pulled back, licking his lips dramatically.

“…Huh. You’re right. Sweet.”

Her face flushed. “Obito!”

He grinned wider, “I just needed proof. Scientific purposes, of course.”

And in that moment, she couldn’t help but smile too—sweet, like her lips, and like him.