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“No, Obito-sensei! It’s different! Kakashi-sensei always valued teamwork, right? This isn’t fooling around, it's—it’s essential for the growth of our team!”
Naruto’s voice shoots forward louder than before, rattling the ground. His fists are balled so tightly his knuckles pop, and he’s jabbing them in the air like he’s punctuating each syllable with righteous conviction.
“Tell him, Naruto!” yells Sakura, who, despite being the smartest of the three, is apparently just as susceptible to being pulled into the vortex of idiocy the two boys specialize in. “I thought Kakashi-sensei was your friend, Obito-sensei. Shouldn’t you want the best for his team?”
Obito stares at them, eyebrows knitting together progressively. “...Your idea of teamwork,” he says slowly, “is to snoop and stalk Kakashi?”
Naruto blinks innocently, then winces under the weight of Obito’s glare. He finally grunts, crossing his arms in defeat. “... Ugh, fine.”
Under his breath, he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like party pooper and bad sensei. Sakura mirrors him exactly—same irritated scowl, same low grumble—only she’s not subtle about it. She's making sure that every syllable of party pooper rings loud and clear, turning her head just enough so Obito knows it’s aimed at him.
Obito exhales through his nose. He watches the pair stare at each other with squinted eyes, before darting their heads to a figure leaning in a wall.
“Sasuke,” Naruto hisses, loud and urgent. “Help us out, would ya?”
Sasuke’s eyes widen ever so slightly, one could hardly tell the change in expression. He crosses his arms even further, looking at the ground like it owes him money until he diverts his gaze again to his two idiotic teammates, bouncing back and forth between Naruto and Sakura as he scoffs in disbelief.
But of course, Sasuke doesn't answer right away. The silence stretches out taut like a string that can't be dared to cut off. Naruto’s practically vibrating in place, expectant with the same up-in-the-clouds foolish looking face he always had, albeit this time laced with his amplified annoying stubbornness and an absurd amount of determination. Sakura's not much better. She's looking at Sasuke with squinted, almost offensive eyes like she's gonna punch him straight in the gut if he doesn't pick the “right” words to say.
Sasuke shifts his weight to his right leg and crosses his arms further, if that's even possible. He closes his eyes and furrows his eyebrows. The longer the silence drags, the heavier it becomes, and now all of them are in a ridiculous standoff like they're negotiating terms for an international peace treaty.
Ultimately, Sasuke just sighs. With his right eye twitching, he mutters, “... If you help us see what's under Kakashi’s mask…”
His eyes flick to the ground again, swallowing like his next words are physically gonna choke him, “I'll…”
Naruto and Sakura mash their cheeks together and lean forward to burn an eager stare at Sasuke like two bugs after lifting a rock.
“You will…?” The pair say in unpracticed unison.
“... I'll do your laundry for a week.” Sasuke huffs, turning his head away.
A beat.
Another.
Then Sasuke grimaces. Only then and there did the other two light up in pure whimsy.
Sasuke is already getting swallowed by regret. Much contrast to the other two, who look like they just won a luxury cruise ship ticket that travels all around the world, bright eyes with an equally bright grin enveloping their faces. They send an affirming nod towards Sasuke, then to each other. So now, a hypnotizing trio of blue, green, and black eyes are now staring intensely at Obito—it might just burn a hole through the back of his head.
Their eyes are practically screaming “please”. Taking this into consideration as well… Sasuke's offer is pretty tempting. Plus, admittedly, Obito would go to the moon and back before he tries to pass up the chance to bully his baby cousin—so it doesn't take much to convince him with dumb antics.
“Fine,” Obito says, lips threatening to twitch upward in an evil grin. “I'll help you.”
It takes a pretty long while for Obito’s words to register in the kids’ heads. Slowly but surely, their eyes widen in joy—except for Sasuke, who's looking at Obito with a flare in his eyes that is definitely akin to something like bloodlust. Obito will sure as hell be damned if he says he doesn't deserve that kind of glare from him.
(Case received. Obito is not kind of an asshole. He is, in-fact, a full-time one. Bullying kids is his favourite pastime.)
“You're really helping us just like that?” Naruto’s head bops. “What's the catch?”
Obito’s mouth curves into a familiar smile as he places a gentle palm on Naruto’s head. “Nothing, really.”
“What do you mean nothing?” Sasuke protests, pointing an accusing finger, “You definitely agreed because—”
“—Because I care for the growth of Kakashi's team, yes.” Obito cuts off smoothly with a sly grin, then pats Sasuke’s head with his free hand.
Sakura barely holds back a giggle before she runs to hug Obito's hip. “Thanks, Sensei!”
Bullying kids might be one of his favourite pastimes, but messing around like this with them… Hm, not too shabby, after all.
—
The plan, according to Naruto, was foolproof and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
The plan, according to Sakura, was scientifically plausible.
The plan, according to Sasuke, was stupid as hell but whatever, it should work.
It was simple—treat Kakashi to Ichiraku, observe him closely with eagle eyes, he takes off his mask and Team 7 with the addition of Obito will see Kakashi's real face in its true, bare glory. The plan is simple. Stupid, yet simple. Reason why, of course no one but Naruto thinks of a plan so bad that it becomes good.
Hence why the four of them are perched at Ichiraku, sweating bullets with both their hands placed against their chin. Espionage is a part of a ninja’s job, after all.
“... You guys are treating me to lunch?” Kakashi’s eyes dart to the three genin. “Are you up to something again?
Naruto almost jumps in his seat. “W-what do you mean? We're not up to something—”
“We're n-not! Please eat before the food gets cold, Kakashi-sensei!” Sakura blurts out, voice cracking a little too high pitched to be natural.
Luckily, she makes it in time to slap a hand over the boy’s mouth before Naruto’s nervous rambling about reveals their S-rank plan. Sasuke doesn't even miss a beat—his arms are wrapped around Naruto’s neck, one hand pressed firmly on top of Sakura's to double the gag order.
“Hm,” Kakashi hums, head tilting to suggest suspicion or amusement. Whatever, it's hard to tell with him. “But why are you here, Obito?”
“They dragged me here,” Obito shrugs. "Don't ask me.”
“If you say so…” Kakashi grabs a chopstick, hand lifting to graze the mask. “Thank you for the food.”
Three pairs of eyes lock onto him like magnets. Obito’s sitting at Kakashi’s right, with a chin at the palm of his hand, smiling. Naruto’s eyes are about to bulge off his socket, Sakura's grip tightens on Naruto’s mouth, and Sasuke… Obito has never seen Sasuke look so determined and stupid before. He might as well have his Sharingan activated with how sharp his glare drills into Kakashi’s face.
“What's the matter?” Kakashi glances at Obito, and then to the three kids. “You four look… tense.”
“Tense—what, us? Hah, no!” Sakura laughs, as fake as it can be. She's sweating through her bangs.
“We’re perfectly fine.” Sasuke says, while physically strangling Naruto into silence.
“Yeah,” Obito adds helpfully. “You’ve been busy lately, they wanted to treat you for your hard work.”
“That's right!” Naruto finally wriggles out his jaw free and blurts out through Sakura's fingers. “Don’t mind us and just eat, Kakashi-sensei. Definitely don't mind us!”
“If you say so…” Kakashi hums, fingers pinching the mask already.
Once again, three gazes are placed upon Kakashi’s face, sharp enough to drill holes through steel. Even Obito’s leaning in now, elbow on the counter, chin balanced lazily in his hand, watching with the same anticipation buzzing in the air. The genin’s eyes are shining with the raw, dangerous intensity of children who believe they are about to uncover the universe’s greatest secret.
The chopsticks lift. His fingers pinch the mask. And then—
Something hits the ground—the chopstick holder tumbles, spilling with a hollow clack as wood scatters across the floor.
Unconventionally, all the grueling training they spent has come to bite them back in the ass when instincts take over—the kind of thing drilled into them as ninja—when something falls, you look. Three heads whip to the ground, eyes following the sound.
By the time they snap back—
Kakashi is already chewing down a mouthful of noodles. Mask in place, bowl empty, with a hearty eye smile.
“Thank you for the meal,” he says, setting his chopsticks down.
The silence that follows is immediate and heavy.
“... No way,” comes Naruto's voice. “That's—how, what the hell?!”
“That’s—are you kidding me?” It's Sakura’s turn to yell, hands slamming against the table.
Sasuke doesn't even say anything, but his mouth is opened slightly with a furious scowl engraved in his eyebrows. He aggravatingly pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing at their chagrin.
“Tough luck, isn't it?” Obito smiles at the three—seemingly unbothered, elbow still against the table, right hand on his cheek.
“Obito-sensei!” The three shout simultaneously. “You said that you were gonna help us!”
“Hey, don't look at me.” Obito raises his hands in mock surrender, facing the contempt of the three kids head on. “I’m just as disappointed as you are.”
Kakashi tilts his head at the commotion. “Disappointed with what?”
“Nothing!” The kids shriek together.
Obito just hums, lips twitching almost imperceptibly. He plucks a stray chopstick off the floor, spins it once in his fingers, and sets it back neatly in the holder.
—
The plan, according to Sasuke, was their best shot yet.
The plan, according to Naruto, was super epic and genius.
The plan, according to Sakura, was if this doesn't work, then God isn't real.
No more food distractions, because Naruto’s plan was bound to fail the moment the words left his mouth. Kakashi wouldn't bathe with a mask on. That's the final verdict this plan should have. Because really, if Kakashi went into a hot spring, logic dictated he had to take off his mask. That’s just common sense.
Hence why Team 7—save for Sakura who's on the other side of the hot spring—plus Obito, is now squatting on the warm floor of Konoha Hot Springs like criminals. Though Obito’s not actually squatting, he's sitting gracefully, but that's not the point. The point is that their plan is simple, elegant, and utterly stunning, credit to the orchestration by Sasuke: wait, observe, witness glory.
“He’s coming, he’s coming!” Naruto whisper-shouts, bouncing in place so violently the bamboo partition rattles.
“Would you shut up?” Sasuke hisses, grabbing the back of his neck and yanking him down. “Do you want him to catch us? Do me a favor and stop moving, you moron.”
“I am stopping! This is me stopping!” Naruto whispers louder.
(“Ugh, I can't see,” On the women’s side, Sakura presses her ear flat to the divider. “What's happening?”
Sakura hears the commotion and assumes it's Naruto, because somehow, it's always Naruto. She mutters a curse under her breath, half-tempted to pray that if the universe really wanted to keep Kakashi’s face hidden, maybe this time it would actually slam the brakes on their idiocy.
Sasuke’s plan isn't super epic and genius as Naruto likes to say. It's a disadvantage to Sakura who unfortunately just happened to be a girl at this moment. If the plan succeeds, she would be the only person to have never seen Kakashi’s face in its bare glory. She never imagined she would say this about Sasuke, out of all people but—
Curse you, Sasuke, Sakura thinks, gritting her teeth.)
Back at the men’s side, Naruto's buzzing with anticipation, like always—while Sasuke is telling him to shut up. Obito’s leaning back against the stone walls of the basin, more comfortable than anyone else. Steam billowed in thick clouds inside the bathhouse, clinging to his skin, fogging up the wooden walls. The faint splash of water and the two boys arguing fills the whole bath.
Footsteps thunk onto the wet floor quietly. Obito unconsciously turns his head to the source of the sound, as well as the two boys who were fighting earlier, now in a temporary truce, eyes sharp towards the figure. If there's anything the three of them agree to, they’re certain about the silhouette that's about to enter the bath.
Kakashi Hatake, with the mask off. Hopefully.
Through the haze of steam, a tall silhouette slides into view. White towel draped lazily over his shoulder, silver hair damp with steam. He pads closer to the edge of the spring.
Naruto’s hands clenches into fists on his knees. Sasuke’s Sharingan (almost) threatens to flicker to life just to sharpen his sight. Obito even leans forward, anticipation betraying the otherwise casual tilt of his posture.
And then Kakashi turns, lowering himself into the water—
—with a completely useless, flimsy piece of washcloth dangling over his nose and mouth.
“... Oh, this feels great,” Kakashi relaxes, submerging his body onto the warm water further.
Sasuke’s eye twitches. He's had enough of this cheap theatrics. He doesn't know if Kakashi knows about their plan, or if Sakura was right about God being non-existent. His knuckles are almost turned white from rage with every vein in his exposed forehead threatening to pop out.
Ultimately, he decides it's just better to let it out than hold it in.
Smack!
A firm first lands square on Naruto's head.
Naruto nearly topples face-first into the water from the force of the smack. He whips around, scandalized, still rubbing the sore spot.
“Ow!” Naruto glares, clutching his ever-empty skull. “What was that for?!”
“For this,” Sasuke exasperatingly glares at Kakashi.
“Konoha’s hot springs are always so comforting, isn't it?” Kakashi hums pleasantly, eyes turning into familiar crescent moons.
Beside Kakashi, Obito tips his head back against the stone, trying so hard not to laugh that his shoulders shake. His lips twitch, and he bites down hard on the inside of his cheek. If he lets even one sound slip, he’s fairly certain the two brats beside him will drown him on the spot.
A minute doesn't even pass before Naruto and Sasuke start fighting once again. Obito finally manages to hold down his laugh, water rippling as he stands up to leave.
“That was a good soak. You should enjoy it, Kakashi,” Obito chuckles, strolling past them. “You two should relax more instead of plotting.”
The words hang heavy in the steamy air.
Naruto and Sasuke freeze mid-splash, eyes snapping to Obito like clockwork. For once, they are perfectly united—in horror.
Kakashi turns his head, “What’s Obito talking about—”
They shout in perfect unison, faces red from the steam and panic. “Nothing!”
—
Beside the divider, Sakura smothers a laugh, joy sparking at the sound of their disdained argument and yelling. These X-chromosome havers should know what true suffering is—being stuck on the wrong side of the wall, excluded from the so-called “glory.”
She presses her palm to her forehead and exhales through her nose, the weight of disappointment sinking in.
“Well... figures,” she mutters. “God really isn’t real.”
—
The plan, according to Sakura, was this plan has a guaranteed 100% chance because I made it.
The plan, according to Naruto, was you're right, Sakura-chan!
The plan, according to Sasuke, was this should work, and if it doesn't, it's Naruto’s fault.
“Listen,” Sakura says, crossing her arms. “Kakashi-sensei would never abandon someone in danger, right? So, if someone drowns, he’ll have to do mouth-to-mouth. That’s when we’ll see his face.”
Naruto’s jaw drops in awe. “You’re a genius, Sakura-chan! That’s brilliant!”
“... This might actually work,” Sasuke mutters.
Obito, however, was already rubbing his temple. “...You three are unbelievable. Do you even hear yourselves? That’s not teamwork, that’s—”
“—You have to do it, Sensei.” Sakura cuts him off, voice sharp with conviction.
Obito blinks. “...Do what now?”
“You’re the only adult!” she presses. “If Naruto or I transform into someone drowning, Kakashi-sensei might… y’know… do it for real. And that’s—uh—ew, gross.” She scowls furiously at her own words.
“Yeah!” Naruto chimes in. “If I transform into a hot chick, Kakashi-sensei might think it’s real! That’s… that’s weird!"
Sasuke sighs. “And if it’s me, that’s even worse.”
All three turn to Obito in perfect unison.
Obito feels a vein pop in his forehead. “So your solution is… to make me pretend to drown and trick Kakashi into kissing me?”
Naruto slams a fist into his palm. “Exactly!”
“Not in a million years,” Obito snaps, standing up.
But the three pairs of eyes stay locked on him, wide and pleading, like puppies at the pound. Sasuke’s was more of a threat than a plea, but the pressure was the same.
He'll be sure to double that damn laundry the moment this whole ordeal is over.
But Sakura’s credentials as a medical ninja wouldn't fail all of them like the other two boys. And so, with a hand seal and a puff of smoke, Obito's now a young maiden with bright eyes, a smitten smile and delicate features with black hair that captures the luster of the sun.
—
“Sensei!” Sakura huffs, tugging onto Kakashi's vest. “There's a girl drowning there, hurry!”
There’s a splash—violent, desperate—and through the haze, a girl’s form thrashes in the river. Long dark hair fans out across the water, pale arms flailing helplessly before slipping under again. For someone supposedly unwilling, Obito sure commits once shoved.
“Where?” Kakashi urgently says.
“There!”
On cue, the “girl” resurfaces with a choking cough, eyes fluttering dramatically shut before sinking once more.
Kakashi didn’t even think. Vest and all, he dives into the water with a powerful splash.
The three children watch in awe as Kakashi swims. Obito might have been too good at acting for Kakashi-sensei to hurriedly act like this.
The water parts as Kakashi surfaces, hauling the unconscious maiden into his arms. He half-swims, half-carries her back toward the bank, every movement quick and efficient. By the time he lays her down on the grass, his breath was even, his hands steady.
He pushes dripping strands of hair from her face, checks for breathing by putting the pads of his index and middle finger at the edge of her neck and jaw, and knits his eyebrows in what seems like worry.
“Stay with me,” Kakashi murmurs, tilting her chin up with two fingers.
Time froze.
The air is glittering. Literally—Obito swears he saw sparkles shimmer in the forest light. Kakashi’s hair catches the sun, silver strands glowing above him. His voice was gentle, worried, and might've made Obito realize why pretty much half of the kunoichis in Konoha had a crush on him.
Obito has about two seconds to regret every decision in his life before Kakashi leans over him, calm and focused.
Final verdict: Obito wants to die.
Kakashi’s hand slid to the side of Obito's jaw, steady and maddeningly gentle. His masked face hovered closer—closer—
Obito’s heart punched his ribs like a jackhammer. The kids’ eyes were so wide they looked like they’d pop out of their sockets. And Kakashi’s damn face just kept leaning in. Almost certainly, Obito can feel the slight gesture of his hand pinching the bridge of his mask, about to tug it down.
But aside from that, Obito had some serious major concerns processing in his brain.
Kakashi, his dear teammate and friend, was about to kiss him.
May God help him. If he even exists.
It doesn't help Obito's poor heart and dignity that Kakashi’s leaning even further. But mercifully, Kakashi suddenly freezes in place.
Wait, Kakashi froze in place?
“…Wait.”
Kakashi’s gaze narrows just enough to break his laser-focused composure. His eye darts to the suspiciously twitching eyelashes, the delicate hand clenching the grass way too tight it might as well root out the soil of the riverbank, and the very real signature Uchiha scowl trying to hide under the henge-no-jutsu.
“... Is that you, Obito?”
Obito’s breath hitches.
His eyes snap open, Sharingan activated, wild with panic. The henge-no-jutsu poofs into the air and suddenly, Kakashi’s leaning for a kiss towards a grown man. For one horrifying heartbeat, he was cornered prey. Then instinct took over.
“You—you. You fucker!” Obito squeals. It ricochets off the trees.
Then—
A nasty uppercut lands at Kakashi's jaw, firm and hard.
Kakashi hovers through the air from the impact, and lands at the ground with a solid, loud thud.
The three kids immediately scramble around to check on him worriedly. Obito panics momentarily before rushing to also check up on Kakashi.
“Sensei!” Naruto runs towards him. “Are you okay?”
“Kakashi-sensei!” yells Sakura.
“... How does this even happen?” Sasuke comments, while also running towards him.
Sakura accelerates her pace, kneeling down beside Kakashi to run down a check on his pulse. Sakura grabs Kakashi’s arms, shaking it with all her strength, and suddenly freezes. “... He’s… he's pale!”
The three turn to look at Obito slowly in horror.
Sakura's the first to say it. “Obito sensei, you…”
“You knocked him out… ”
—
Kakashi’s out of the hospital, starting today.
Sasuke is sure as hell that Kakashi's latched onto them after that final attempt. He would argue that it's better to give up, but not when all of them have come so far. It's just the principle of shinobi, not because Sasuke’s really curious about what's behind that mask or anything. He vowed to not do anything stupid anymore (a promise he breaks, starting now).
After the ramen theatrics, bathhouse fiasco, after the river incident, after an afternoon of watching Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke nearly combust in frustration—Obito has had enough.
Obito, looking far too calm for someone who had endured every harebrained stunt with them, dusts his hands off. “Enough. No more distractions, no more accidents. We do this the adult way.”
Naruto blinks. “The… adult way?”
“Yeah.” Obito points a finger at the tree where Kakashi was reading. “We ask him directly.”
Sakura looks discombobulated. “That’s it? That’s your plan?”
“Are you stupid?” Sasuke mutters, arms crossed.
But Naruto’s eyes light up like Obito had just solved world hunger. “Of course! That’s genius, Obito-sensei!”
Every plan so far Naruto had commented with that's genius! says a lot about his own intelligence.
Sasuke mutters something about both of them being brain-dead, but follows anyway.
Obito marches straight across the training field toward Kakashi, who was sitting under a tree, nose in his orange book like the world didn’t exist.
“Hey.” Obito leans toward him, dead serious. “What’s under the mask?”
Kakashi doesn't look up. “A face.”
“Humor me, okay? I'm tired of these brats. Describe it for them.”
Kakashi turns a page. “Nose, mouth, chin. Pretty standard.”
“Don’t play games with me,” Obito sighs. “These kids are about to lose their minds. Just show them already.”
From behind the bushes, three heads pop up like moles, eyes wide, practically glowing with anticipation. Naruto’s hands were balled into fists of righteous hope. Sakura was biting her lip hard enough to leave a dent. Even Sasuke was leaning forward, every muscle tense like the world depends on this moment.
Kakashi shuts his book with a quiet thwip. He regards Obito for a long moment, then tilts his head toward the kids.
“You really want to know?”
“Yeah!” They say in chorus.
Kakashi sighs, standing slowly. His hand lifts, fingers pinching the edge of his mask. The genin gasps audibly, gripping each other like witnesses to a miracle. Obito can feel relaxation streaming into his body again.
“Behind this mask… “
In one smooth motion, Kakashi tugs the fabric down—
—and beneath it was… another mask.
“... Is another mask!”
—
“I wish you knocked Kakashi-sensei out permanently, Obito-sensei,” it's Sakura who says that, followed by agreeing groans from the rest of the team members.
“Oh yeah!” Naruto jolts up, recovering from his disdain, “I've been meaning to ask you this, Sensei.”
“Ask what?” Obito replies.
“Have you ever seen Kakashi-sensei’s face before?”
All hell breaks loose just by Naruto's words. Both Sakura and Sasuke stop at their tracks, eyes and ears laser focused on what Obito's reply is gonna be. Obito freezes mid-step, one brow raised so high it could almost scrape the ceiling. He slowly turns to Naruto, eyes narrowing with an expression that mixes disbelief and mild irritation.
“... Yeah,” he says flatly.
“You what?!” The three pierce his eardrums.
“Of course I've seen his face. Multiple times, actually.” Obito pinches the bridge of his nose. “Are you guys happy now?”
Sakura slaps her forehead. “Obito-sensei, you could’ve told us! All this—stupid stuff was completely unnecessary!”
Sasuke’s sending him a death glare. Typical.
Naruto, still wide-eyed, finally stammers, “…Then… then why didn’t you tell us?! All this time… we’ve been—”
Obito interrupts, “—making fools of yourselves. Correct.”
The three stare at him in silence, simultaneously furious and incredulous. Obito leans back casually, utterly unfazed, and smiles.
“Relax. Enjoy the lesson in patience,” he says, kicking a pebble like it's the most normal thing in the world.
—
Obito doesn't live at the Uchiha Compound like most Uchihas do. When you're one of the strongest ninjas a village has to offer, Obito at least should have some investment and property saved to ensure living in comfortability. He isn't really surprised when he sees Kakashi reading porn at his lounge.
He kicks off his shoes messily behind the door. Kakashi has been hanging around his house for more than a while, more often than not, he's here instead of his own house.
Obito drops into the couch across from him, stretching out with an exaggerated groan. “You’re really making yourself at home, huh?”
Kakashi doesn’t look up, the corner of his mouth tilting in that lazy smile, “You left the door unlocked.”
Oh man, those brats would go crazy if they saw this.
Obito leans back, one arm draped over the couch, eyeing him. “Yeah, well… At this rate, I’m thinking about charging rent.”
“Rent, huh? I paid for my own hospital bill when you knocked me out last week, mind you.”
Kakashi being handsome is… an understatement. Whenever he's not wearing his headband, his hair frames his face accordingly with his delicate yet rough features—a face hardened by brutality and war, yet so soft and welcoming. A scar that houses his left eye, with the Sharingan they both share. Calm, calculating at times, impossibly gentle when looking at his three genin, a perverted glint whenever he gets to a certain part of his stupid Icha-Icha novels. A lazy smile that appears when he laughs at something stupid Obito says, and a beauty mark near said mouth to highlight everything Obito just described.
The kids would definitely lose their mind.
“Sorry, that was just instinct,” Obito scratches the back of his head. “I'll treat you to dango next time.”
“I'll take your word then,” Kakashi hums. “But I'll thank you for dropping that chopstick holder.”
“Oh, you realized that?”
“Hm, you're not exactly subtle. Still, I would've been in a pinch with how they're burning stares at me.”
Obito lowers his head, trying to catch a better glimpse at Kakashi's face. “Oh quit it, you'd still know how to mess with them. You're a bit of an idiot, aren't you?”
Kakashi lets a quiet laugh escape, that lazy, warm sound, before leaning back with a shrug. “Takes one to know one, right?”