HELLO! I told you I would be here! So let's see.... if you do Hashirama/Obito can I combine these two prompts? (āAm I your lockscreen?ā āYou werenāt supposed to see that.ā) (Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing)
Sorry Iām late, but now that rare pair week is here, I couldnāt resist filling this prompt for the Free Day! Enjoy š
Displayed on Obitoās phone screen is a deceiving visual grid that makes him scratch his head. So those are pictures of dogs. But with their short-haired glossy coats, and with their limbs disappearing within their tightly curled bodies, heād sworn at first glance he was looking at an array of bagels.
Obito holds his finger over the image and copies it as he walks beneath the moving shadows of leafy trees and prepares to send it with a short message. He knows exactly who will love this. And after Kakashiās shenanigans yesterday granting Obito that opportune moment to catch a flattering photo of his crush riding his bike, Obito figures he owes him one. One picture to ogle is decent payment in exchange for another. But Kakashi probably wonāt be saving his as his lockscreen.
Obitoās eyes go wide at the sound of Hashiramaās jovial voice close and over his shoulder. Hashiramaās footsteps are quick behind him. Obito tenses, gritting his teeth at the thought of Hashirama seeing his text to Kakashi, where in so few words he blabs about his intense crush on the guy. Obito bears his finger down on the side button, turning his screen black and breathing a sigh of intermingled relief and admiration at the sound of Hashiramaās laughter in his ear.
āYou,ā Hashirama says, and maybe Obitoās imagining it, but he almost sounds flirtatious, āwere late again.ā
Obito slows his walk so Hashiramaās steps can fall in stride with him. Itās not like he has to worry about being late for his next lecture...like he was for this one. Heās shocked Hashirama noticed - not his late appearance today, because heād been anything but stealthy with the big doors slamming behind him and interrupting the professor as they echoed through the lecture hall, which was immediately followed by Obito stumbling over other students to claim a seat. No, that isnāt whatās shocked Obito. What shocks him is that his crush notices him enough to know heās been late before. Obito doesnāt know whether he should be flattered to be worthy of such attention or insulted by the fact that tardiness is what Hashirama Senju knows him by.
Obito ruffles his hair, kicking a pebble as he looks away from the radiant grin on Hashiramaās stunning face. āAh, yeah. You know, Iām not always late.ā
āBut you might be going for the universityās record,ā Hashirama says easily.
Obito looks at him, opening his mouth to speak but hesitating when everything he wants to say rings lame in his mind. They probably donāt have much time to talk. Hashiramaās on a full time schedule. If he doesnāt have another class now, heāll have one soon. Or need to head to lunch between his classes. Even if Obito could think of something to say, he canāt think much at all while distracted by Hashiramaās smooth skin and sleek face-framing long hair. His big brown eyes seem so open, so honest. And those lips. Obito just wants to kiss them. He could spend an hour studying Hashiramaās face. He has. Whenever lectures get boring and Hashiramaās sitting there with that studious look on his face, laughing off the snide remarks his buddy Madara makes behind the professorās back, heās all Obito can look at.
Obitoās startled from his reverie by Hashiramaās grunt, and realizes Hashiramaās brows are furrowed as he looks down at something. Obito follows his gaze and yelps. He clenches his hand around his damn, traitorous phone and thinks about throwing it.
Hashirama couldnāt have seen his phone locked on Hashiramaās photo. He didnāt. Obito heaves a breath, stubbornly avoiding Hashiramaās gaze, willing him to have not seen that picture.
āAm I your lockscreen?ā Hashirama says.
Obito blows all the air from his lungs in one sharp retort. āNo!ā
āAre you sure?ā Hashirama says with a mild smile and a raised brow. āBecause that looked like-ā
With a growl, Obito pulls his phone back out and begins furiously typing. Heās going to finish his text to Kakashi and make Hashirama forget there was ever anything bizarre happening here, like finding his own dazzling image saved on his classmateās phone. Obito shrugs away from Hashirama, feeling him lurking. Heat rises to Obitoās cheeks as he clenches his teeth and stoops over his phone, bringing it so close to his face that Hashirama canāt possibly see what heās typing. He doesnāt know why Hashiramaās even still walking with him after what he potentially saw, but those footsteps at his side havenāt quit. If Obito was Hashirama, heād have escaped the moment Obito, the psycho stalker, looked away from him. He certainly wouldnāt stay while Obito so blatantly and rudely ignores him. Obito sends Kakashi a death threat in short form text, because this is all his-
A breath whisking past him is Obitoās only warning before the soft caress of moist lips presses against his cheek. Obito gasps and turns into the sensation, nearly whipping his head against Hashiramaās nose while Hashirama pulls away with a sweet, sweet smile on his face.
Obito smacks his palm over the tingling sensation on his cheek. āWh-what?ā
He canāt process. Heās pretty sure Hashirama just kissed him. He did kiss him, right? But that doesnāt make any sense. Who kisses the weird guy taking their photo without permission and displaying it on their lockscreen? Obito groans, trying not to melt as his knees go weak before his meltdown is disrupted by the toes of his sneaker catching on a crack in the sidewalk.
Hashirama catches his fall with a steadying hand on Obitoās arm, that warm touch making Obitoās breath hitch, and then shrugs easily. āItās a good picture. Itās flattering, really. Madaraās going to laugh you out of class when he hears about this, you know.ā
Obito chokes off, his mind a whirlwind between thoughts of Hashiramaās motivations for kissing him and why Madara should know anything about the photo. But the photo - the photo is something he can fixate on before he can address any of that.
Obito opens his mouth again and against his will, a strained, undignified sound passes through his lips. āYou werenāt supposed to see that.ā
āI know,ā Hashirama says, grinning far too widely. āBut Iām glad I did.ā
Obito raises a brow at the softness transforming Hashiramaās teasing grin into a soft smile. Itās almost like Hashirama likes him. Obito snorts a laugh, but when Hashirama raises his brows, insisting Obito believe this is real and not some crazy fantasy, Obito canāt say another word.
Hashirama tilts his head. āWould you like to grab lunch together? Iāve got class in thirty minutes, but-ā
āYes!ā Obito tries not to laugh out his enthusiasm, but thereās no hiding it. Itās far too large and too new to hide. āI mean yeah, letās have lunch,ā he adds, taking it down a notch.
Hashirama laughs softly before slipping his palm into Obitoās. Obitoās eyes move from one hand to the other. As they walk and enjoy each otherās innocent touch, he catches sight of his phone still cradled in his hand. He lifts it to his eyes. He swipes it on. He sees his unsent message to Kakashi - and deletes it.
So maybe he wonāt kill his best friend for this one.
This...turned out pretty well.