the rage & the rose 🌹 u. obito

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"what the hell?!" rin immediately yelled as soon as the door creaked open to the apartment, making y/n jump in surprise, nearly swallowing her own heart. "i told you to stay away from him, y/n!"

"i'm sorry! it's just, that fight broke out, and i really wanted to leave," y/n nervously spoke, always afraid of a raised voice, no matter who was delivering it. still, rin retreated, taking a deep breath.

"well, i guess he can do one thing right," she mumbled to herself, blinking her tired eyes before sitting down on the couch, as if to raise the white flag. "i'm serious, y/n, i just - he's really not your type, and i've seen him act crazy before."

"he wasn't that way at all," y/n saw the opportunity to learn what she was going on about, quickly taking a seat on the couch, too. rin hated to admit it, but she loved the flustered look on y/n's face; it was much better than tear stained cheeks from some asshole. "he was so sweet, and nice. . . he's really cute, too."

"here's the thing," rin sighed, hating to seem as though she was impeding on a blooming relationship, but she needed to have her conscious clear to sleep. "he is very sweet and considerate," y/n couldn't help but agree, "but he can be very overwhelming. i mean, maybe not now, but he will. it's what he does."

"you say it like you went through it," y/n's soft frown nearly made rin cry. y/n wasn't naïve, after all; of course rin would know all about it, as she never had problems getting a guy's attention.

"he went months without talking to kakashi because of how jealous he would get. i mean, we didn't even date, officially, and he was so. . ." rin wanted to finish, but decided against it. luckily for rin, she was quick to make it clear that they weren't dating, he didn't own or control her, and she was her own being. unfortunately, rin didn't see y/n standing her ground in the way rin was able to before.

"so he's a little jealous, that's okay," y/n defended, an amused grin on her face that forced rin to remember kakashi saying the same thing at the bar tonight.

he's fine. he's a grown man, and she's a grown woman. he'll be nice, and, if not, you can hold me accountable.

rin sighed, as it seemed the only one on her team was herself. her only gameplay left was to hope obito wouldn't be so possessive and - for a lack of a better term - crazy.

"alright then," rin defeated, looking at y/n with more content, knowing that the words she wanted to speak were already spoken. "tell me how it went."

y/n's eyes rolled slightly as she recalled the night, a smile creeping onto her face as she leaned her head back. "he's so sweet, we kissed, a few times, but. . ."

"good. make him wait," rin amused herself, gently tapping y/n leg with her foot as if to instill the idea in her head. "niceness doesn't pry open a pair of legs, y/n."

"oh, but he was so different from anyone i've met, rin. . . if i wasn't still a -"

"virgin," rin finished for her, knowing that y/n's own purity made her cringe at the words virgin, sex, pussy, dick.

"yeah. . . i mean, maybe," y/n second guessed herself, momentarily wondering what obito would feel like, pressed against her - she couldn't help but imagine he would be so slow and gentle.

"god, if he does anything, i'm gonna kill him," rin half joked, suppressing the resentment she felt towards obito just enough to keep y/n happy. she was, and she smiled.

"what about kakashi? any. . . luck with that?"

"not really. i mean, he's like a complete opposite, so he doesn't do dating that much," rin sighed, though still feeling her stomach turn as she remembered how kakashi looked at her throughout the night. "oh my god! asuma punched someone! how did i forget?!"

"yeah, why did he?" y/n questioned, attempting to remember what was going on during that period, bit was only met with obito's gentle and nervous eyes.

"kurenai. some guy tried getting with her, i think," so y/n thought correctly, the pair were an item. although it seemed to be lowly known as rin didn't elaborate further, but the pieces built the puzzle itself. rin sighed, glancing at the screen of her phone to read 1:30 in the morning, and a message from obito.

i forgot to get it from her, can you send me her number?

obito's fingertips grew tired, constantly tapping around his phone, waiting for rin to send a message back. it seemed like hours passed by, and obito began to think she would never send it. he was restless, unable to conceal his nerves and excitement, tossing around in his bed. his brain matter quickly altered to thoughts of her, images of her, how her skin felt. it was too hot in his room, barely beneath the covers without a shirt on. still, lustful for y/n, his head and cock throbbed, entirely infatuated with her already. it wasn't difficult to imagine her shy smile, straddling over him before planting a soft kiss on his lips, craving for more. he wanted to imagine fucking her in that short skirt, but he wanted nothing more than to see her out of it, peeling away her sweet innocence one at a time.

beads of sweat came to obito's forehead, panting hard as he decided he needed to see her again, and soon, before someone else got that exact pleasure.

that bitch! she could at least send me her goddamn number. . .

rin sighed again, pressing send on her phone against her better judgment. she wanted both to be happy, but not together! obito could be very. . . not y/n's type, and she didn't want to see y/n hurt. y/n stood up before her, clutched to obito's sweatshirt like she was freezing without it.

"goodnight rin. . . and, thank you," y/n shyly thanked her, her mind swirling with how sweet obito had been - and how cute!

"goodnight, y/n," rin forced a grin through her own exhaustion.