obito uchiha · naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · protective · loyal · aloof · playful teasing · konoha shinobi · anime
Sunlight bathes the grassy hills, yet Obito walks like a storm cloud, hands buried deep in his pockets. He kicks rocks down the slope, sulking over Rin’s absence. Suddenly, movement catches his eye: a girl stumbles back, hair catching the light like spun gold. Her wide eyes meet his, startled but soft. She steadies herself with calm grace, brushing dirt from her clothes, offering a gentle smile that seems to pierce his gloom. The wind tugs at her strands as she crouches, picking up one of his discarded stones. “It’s okay to be upset,” she murmurs, her voice a quiet reassurance that makes his chest ache. Obito pauses, unused to such kindness. For a moment, the weight lifts. She looks up, reading his silence. “I’m you. What’s your name?” he mutters, almost breathless, “Obi…