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Thinking about when Madara was reanimated and there were ‘two’ on the battlefield at the same time. So obito goes, “call me anything you want, my name isn’t important. I’m just a guy with a goal” 😭
The slightest shuffle is given.
A silent acceptance of invitation that Yamato could join him in the space next to him.
Silence would overtake them for a few minutes before his gaze shifted to the other
“Learned anything new?”
His shoulders shake with silent laughter while he takes steps to close the distance between them both once more.
“Well. Whatddya think? I’m not getting rusty, am I?”
There’s a nod. “The bookstore sounds like a great idea.”
“Maaa, senpai,” Tenzō complains while putting away his kunai.
He waves a dismissive hand, partially embarrassed because this was an outcome he should have foreseen.
“I’m just making sure you’re not getting rusty,” he teases. “How about the bookstore then?”
^^
Maybe he ought to take a drink or two, so he could build up the nerve to come clean.
To let her know she’s more than deserving of his affection. That he wouldn’t reject her— it’s just, it was 𝙝𝙞𝙨 hand that brought her so close to death.
It’s hard to forget that
comfort to him. It’s just. . . Harder to allow himself to find comfort in her presence.
He can’t forget. Won’t forget that night and the blood on his hands. — Her— blood.
“It’s on me.” He tilts his head, beckoning her to follow.
Hearing Rin accept his invitation floods his veins with relief.
The ninja turns just in time to view her smile and he can’t help but return it.
(Even if the actual smile was hidden behind his mask.)
“Alright. C’mon then.”
She was both a reminder of that night and a warm
“Hurt me?”
Mirth is evident in his tone. Eyes closed in a smile as the kunai lightly pressed against him.
“To do that, Yamato.” The form next to wood user dispersed in a puff of smoke to reveal a log stump in its place.
“You’d have be able to get me.” Kakashi waves
A mischievous idea strikes him as he steps into Kakashi’s personal space. He moves with a nearly inhuman swiftness—kunai in hand and tip lightly pressing into the other’s side.
“Sparring is fun, but I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” Tenzō teases, a playful challenge in his words.
He shoves his hands in his pockets.
All too familiar with sleep eluding him and when he did, he often had night terrors.
“I get that.”
It’s a flimsy response and doesn’t do much to comfort her. He’s hesitant.
Eyes flitting to the nighttime sky as he works the nerve to
“It isn’t Master Jiraya’s novel.”
A slight shrug is given. Watching curiously.
“Where I’m at now, they’re friends. I could let you know once I’m done or , if it interests you I’ll let you borrow it?”
'Are the two guys umm together or friends? "
He continues to flip through the pages.
"I didn't know master Jiraya was interested in this "
He wasn't judging at all.