𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜

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Not for nothing he's tired.

Totally not being spooky or anything.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀Listen and you may just survive ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Tending to the tiny garden on the shared balcony. He's not wearing his mask for once.

Crafting something in these solemn times. Something befitting the memory of all those lost.

It's raining.

Not that important to anyone and that's exactly how he likes it.

Doubt wasn't going to manipulate her as it did with him, he wouldn't let it. He's reaching for her wrist, taking in the feeling of her skin against his own. Obito's step forward keeps the gap even with where it once stood. ❛ Please, stay with me. ❜ He only pleads to her now.

Having just returned from a mission. His throat was more sore than usual from the voice he was forced to maintain. Tea helps.

There is tangible skin to be felt, the touch elicts a quirked brow from him. This wasn't a figment of his imagination, was it? So many had been plaguing him recently.

Oh no.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Boo. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

❛ That wasn't changing— you know. ❜ Happening to yearn for such things for a long time, Obito's fingers reciprocate. There in the darkness there was still a faint hint of light in this world— now holding onto it tightly. ❛ Others hold influence but we set the stage here. ❜

❛ Let the past go, we make the rules now. ❜ Spoken like a true leader. Obito's not tied to tragedy any less than she was and yet he had no choice but to move forward. They were both in control of their destinies as well as this organization— so long as she played her part.