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hikoloveTitle: To Make it Better
30 Kisses Prompt #1: Look Over Here
Pairing: Obito/Kakashi
Rating: PG
Summary: Obito is sent with food as an apology for hitting Kakashi. Apology accepted, the boys share an awkward but sweet moment together.
Kakashi was not pleased with the person at his door. Despite the fact that this person was carrying what smelled like miso soup and possibly broiled eel—two of his favorite foods—he was not amused. The last time he’d seen this person, his fist had been in Kakashi’s face.
“What do you want?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He stared coolly at his intruder, who seemed weak under his gaze.
“My mom heard from sensei what happened,” he said. “She yelled at me, again, and then demanded to know what foods you liked. I didn’t make them, but I had to stand there and watch.” The boy held out the food in his hands. “Rin said you liked eel and miso soup with eggplant in it. So that’s what I brought.”
Kakashi stared, but took the gift. “Thanks,” he said. Obito remained standing at the door, and Kakashi supposed that he should invite his teammate in.
“Uhh, you can come in, I guess,” Kakashi said, stepping to the side. “If you haven’t eaten, I guess we could eat this, uh. Together?”
Obito offered him a weak smile. “That’d be cool,” he said. “My mom’s a really good cook, I think you’ll like it.”
Kakashi shut the door behind Obito, and led him inside.
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“Your house is really quiet,” Obito said. “It’s kinda nice. It’s always so noisy at my house, my sisters are always talking about stuff, and then Dad has little meetings with some other clan members, and mom’s always cooking or talking with Auntie Mikoto.” He picked up a piece of eel with his fingers, and ate it, grinning. “This is a nice change.”
“I live alone,” Kakashi said. “Of course it’s quiet.”
Obito frowned. He turned and faced Kakashi, and bowed his head deeply. “I’m sorry,” he said, head still facing down.
Kakashi froze for a moment, and then turned to stare at Obito, confusedly. “What?” he asked. Sorry wasn’t a phrase either of them ever uttered at each other. It was strange to hear from Obito.
“I said, I’m sorry,” he replied. “For hitting you. Again.”
“Oh,” Kakashi said. “That’s . . . that’s okay. I’m all right.”
“I didn’t hurt you?” The question was partially hopeful and partially upset. Kakashi wasn’t sure if he was upset that he might have hurt Kakashi or that he didn’t.
“Well, my eye kinda hurts,” Kakashi replied. “But I’m okay. It’s nothing.”
“Oh.” Obito looked thoughtful, and Kakashi sighed, turning away to pick up his bowl of soup..
“Hey, look at me a moment,” Obito said, breaking the silence. Kakashi sat the bowl down, and looked.
“What did you—hey!”
Leaning forward, Obito grabbed Kakashi’s shoulders, and lightly kissed his brow, above where Obito had hit him. Kakashi felt his face flush with embarrassment, and Obito sat back down, he cheeks turning bright red. Kakashi stared, and wondered what Obito had been thinking.
“Uh, what did you do?” Kakashi asked. He felt his stomach flutter strangely, a sensation he was not entirely comfortable with. Obito pushed up his goggles, and scratched the bridge of his nose, glancing shyly at his friend.
“I, uhh, well, my mom, you know, she always kisses my injuries. To make them feel better,” he added hastily. Embarrassedly, he turned to Kakashi. “I thought, well, my mom does that for me, but since you don’t have a mom I thought I could just do that for you.” Kakashi was amused by the strange grin on his friend’s face.
“Not that my mom does that all the time!” Obito added, waving his hands around and turning redder. “Just, you know. When she sees them. It’s kind of embarrassing. I wish she wouldn’t, I’m not a kid anymore, but she gets so worried cause I’m her only son and I guess I’m kinda prone to stupid things but I don’t mean it.”
“Uh huh,” Kakashi replied. He shifted himself on the couch, feeling oddly fidgety. “It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone. And, ah. Thanks.”
Obito looked at Kakashi, and smiled a little. “I’m sorry I hit you,” he said. “Does anything else hurt?”
Kakashi started to say no, but when he looked at Obito, he felt something tug at him. There was concern in his friend’s eyes, and something else too. Narrowing his eyes, he touched the side of his covered mouth.
“You hit my lip,” Kakashi said. He saw something flash in his friend’s eyes, an unidentifiable look that made him feel nervous. Obito raised his hands and hooked fingers under Kakashi’s mask, tugging it down. He started to protest, but Obito cut him off. “I can’t make it feel better through the fabric,” he said. Kakashi could hear his teammate’s voice quiver.
Kakashi studied Obito’s face as he pulled off the mask, remembering a conversation he’d overheard between his teammates. Obito had told Rin that the highlight of most of their missions was when he had to take off his mask, to drink or eat. She had laughed, and agreed. Kakashi had thought he was just joking, to get along with Rin.
The look on Obito’s face proved that he’d been serious.
Despite the look of fierce concentration on his face as he leaned towards Kakashi’s lips, the kiss he delivered was light, and feather soft. The flutter in his stomach returned as he felt Obito’s hands resting on his shoulders. Kakashi leaned into Obito, returning the kiss, Obito’s lips feeling warm against his own. Reluctant to move away from this closeness, Kakashi pulled himself closer to Obito, arms encircling his teammate’s waist.
When Obito broke the kiss, Kakashi remembered how to breathe. Sitting in silence, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Obito’s comfortably, hands shaking slightly.
“Your lips are really soft,” Obito said softly. Kakashi opened his eyes to see Obito looking up at him through dark eyelashes. Obito’s fingers brushed against his lips, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Are they?” Kakashi asked.
“Yeah,” Obito said. He grabbed Kakashi’s hand, and lifted it to Kakashi’s lips. “See? Soft.” Obito moved Kakashi’s hand to his own lips, and let his hand go. Kakashi’s fingers danced along Obito’s lips, tracing and feeling them. Not as soft as his own, but Kakashi felt touching them was much more interesting. He dropped his hand to his friend’s shoulder, and looked into Obito’s eyes.
“Softer, maybe,” he said. “But I like yours better.”
“Well, I like yours better,” Obito replied. He laughed, and looked Kakashi straight in the eye, blushing. “I guess we really can’t agree on anything, can we?”
Kakashi smirked and rolled his eyes, pulling the mask up over his face again.
“I guess not.”
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Years later, as rain pelted down against his shoulders, Kakashi stood in front of the memorial on the training grounds, fist gripping the shirt over his heart. Kakashi wondered at the warm rain that ran against his cheeks.
“It hurts, Obito.”
30 Kisses Prompt #1: Look Over Here
Pairing: Obito/Kakashi
Rating: PG
Summary: Obito is sent with food as an apology for hitting Kakashi. Apology accepted, the boys share an awkward but sweet moment together.
Kakashi was not pleased with the person at his door. Despite the fact that this person was carrying what smelled like miso soup and possibly broiled eel—two of his favorite foods—he was not amused. The last time he’d seen this person, his fist had been in Kakashi’s face.
“What do you want?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He stared coolly at his intruder, who seemed weak under his gaze.
“My mom heard from sensei what happened,” he said. “She yelled at me, again, and then demanded to know what foods you liked. I didn’t make them, but I had to stand there and watch.” The boy held out the food in his hands. “Rin said you liked eel and miso soup with eggplant in it. So that’s what I brought.”
Kakashi stared, but took the gift. “Thanks,” he said. Obito remained standing at the door, and Kakashi supposed that he should invite his teammate in.
“Uhh, you can come in, I guess,” Kakashi said, stepping to the side. “If you haven’t eaten, I guess we could eat this, uh. Together?”
Obito offered him a weak smile. “That’d be cool,” he said. “My mom’s a really good cook, I think you’ll like it.”
Kakashi shut the door behind Obito, and led him inside.
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“Your house is really quiet,” Obito said. “It’s kinda nice. It’s always so noisy at my house, my sisters are always talking about stuff, and then Dad has little meetings with some other clan members, and mom’s always cooking or talking with Auntie Mikoto.” He picked up a piece of eel with his fingers, and ate it, grinning. “This is a nice change.”
“I live alone,” Kakashi said. “Of course it’s quiet.”
Obito frowned. He turned and faced Kakashi, and bowed his head deeply. “I’m sorry,” he said, head still facing down.
Kakashi froze for a moment, and then turned to stare at Obito, confusedly. “What?” he asked. Sorry wasn’t a phrase either of them ever uttered at each other. It was strange to hear from Obito.
“I said, I’m sorry,” he replied. “For hitting you. Again.”
“Oh,” Kakashi said. “That’s . . . that’s okay. I’m all right.”
“I didn’t hurt you?” The question was partially hopeful and partially upset. Kakashi wasn’t sure if he was upset that he might have hurt Kakashi or that he didn’t.
“Well, my eye kinda hurts,” Kakashi replied. “But I’m okay. It’s nothing.”
“Oh.” Obito looked thoughtful, and Kakashi sighed, turning away to pick up his bowl of soup..
“Hey, look at me a moment,” Obito said, breaking the silence. Kakashi sat the bowl down, and looked.
“What did you—hey!”
Leaning forward, Obito grabbed Kakashi’s shoulders, and lightly kissed his brow, above where Obito had hit him. Kakashi felt his face flush with embarrassment, and Obito sat back down, he cheeks turning bright red. Kakashi stared, and wondered what Obito had been thinking.
“Uh, what did you do?” Kakashi asked. He felt his stomach flutter strangely, a sensation he was not entirely comfortable with. Obito pushed up his goggles, and scratched the bridge of his nose, glancing shyly at his friend.
“I, uhh, well, my mom, you know, she always kisses my injuries. To make them feel better,” he added hastily. Embarrassedly, he turned to Kakashi. “I thought, well, my mom does that for me, but since you don’t have a mom I thought I could just do that for you.” Kakashi was amused by the strange grin on his friend’s face.
“Not that my mom does that all the time!” Obito added, waving his hands around and turning redder. “Just, you know. When she sees them. It’s kind of embarrassing. I wish she wouldn’t, I’m not a kid anymore, but she gets so worried cause I’m her only son and I guess I’m kinda prone to stupid things but I don’t mean it.”
“Uh huh,” Kakashi replied. He shifted himself on the couch, feeling oddly fidgety. “It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone. And, ah. Thanks.”
Obito looked at Kakashi, and smiled a little. “I’m sorry I hit you,” he said. “Does anything else hurt?”
Kakashi started to say no, but when he looked at Obito, he felt something tug at him. There was concern in his friend’s eyes, and something else too. Narrowing his eyes, he touched the side of his covered mouth.
“You hit my lip,” Kakashi said. He saw something flash in his friend’s eyes, an unidentifiable look that made him feel nervous. Obito raised his hands and hooked fingers under Kakashi’s mask, tugging it down. He started to protest, but Obito cut him off. “I can’t make it feel better through the fabric,” he said. Kakashi could hear his teammate’s voice quiver.
Kakashi studied Obito’s face as he pulled off the mask, remembering a conversation he’d overheard between his teammates. Obito had told Rin that the highlight of most of their missions was when he had to take off his mask, to drink or eat. She had laughed, and agreed. Kakashi had thought he was just joking, to get along with Rin.
The look on Obito’s face proved that he’d been serious.
Despite the look of fierce concentration on his face as he leaned towards Kakashi’s lips, the kiss he delivered was light, and feather soft. The flutter in his stomach returned as he felt Obito’s hands resting on his shoulders. Kakashi leaned into Obito, returning the kiss, Obito’s lips feeling warm against his own. Reluctant to move away from this closeness, Kakashi pulled himself closer to Obito, arms encircling his teammate’s waist.
When Obito broke the kiss, Kakashi remembered how to breathe. Sitting in silence, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Obito’s comfortably, hands shaking slightly.
“Your lips are really soft,” Obito said softly. Kakashi opened his eyes to see Obito looking up at him through dark eyelashes. Obito’s fingers brushed against his lips, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Are they?” Kakashi asked.
“Yeah,” Obito said. He grabbed Kakashi’s hand, and lifted it to Kakashi’s lips. “See? Soft.” Obito moved Kakashi’s hand to his own lips, and let his hand go. Kakashi’s fingers danced along Obito’s lips, tracing and feeling them. Not as soft as his own, but Kakashi felt touching them was much more interesting. He dropped his hand to his friend’s shoulder, and looked into Obito’s eyes.
“Softer, maybe,” he said. “But I like yours better.”
“Well, I like yours better,” Obito replied. He laughed, and looked Kakashi straight in the eye, blushing. “I guess we really can’t agree on anything, can we?”
Kakashi smirked and rolled his eyes, pulling the mask up over his face again.
“I guess not.”
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Years later, as rain pelted down against his shoulders, Kakashi stood in front of the memorial on the training grounds, fist gripping the shirt over his heart. Kakashi wondered at the warm rain that ran against his cheeks.
“It hurts, Obito.”
