Ship: Kakashi Hatake x Obito Uchiha
Genres: Humor – Romance – Friendship / One-shot
Rating : +16
Summary: Obito’s world revolved entirely around one man. The sole idol of his heart: Sukea. But, in the end, it seems there was room for more.
Enjoy!
« Obito? Obito? »
Rin shook her friend by the shoulder, trying to snap him out of his trance, but it was a wasted effort. Sighing, she stopped, bent down to grab a handful of crisps and settled back onto the sofa.
As for her friend, he hadn’t even noticed her.
His attention was entirely focused on the television screen, drinking it in like a man parched for water. The repeat broadcast of his favourite band’s performance often had that effect on him.
But when the backup dancer came into view, it was the ultimate thrill.
Amused, Rin chose to watch her childhood friend’s expressions rather than the programme, biting her tongue when they turned to the fanatical admiration typical of his favourite member’s appearance.
Under her watchful gaze, Obito blushed, his smile became ecstatic and he waved his arms, sometimes clutching his face, as his world narrowed to the artist.
Occasionally, he would squeal, but this was quite rare; he preferred to drool discreetly over his idol.
Objectively speaking, the young woman understood his infatuation: Sukea was quite sexy. But then, so was anyone in the entertainment industry, and even more so the boysbands.
She’d had enough of the monologues about the dancer’s physique, from his curls « adorable » to his « perfect » abs, from the « cute » mole at the corner of his lower lip to his « gorgeous » grey-green eyes.
Fortunately, she’d managed to put a stop to it before he went any further in his descriptions or praise; the extent of her best friend’s fantasies about a product of society was clearly not something she wanted to know about, thank you very much.
Anyway, they were just harmless fantasies; Obito could carry on collecting every image of the dancer and daydreaming about his performances – it wouldn’t lead to anything, would it?
Kakashi was drenched in sweat as he left the stage to the overexcited screams of the fans, accompanied by the band members. He accepted the towel held out to him, muttering an exhausted thank you and dabbing at what he could.
Wearing a wig and make-up was clearly the worst idea ever in moments like this, and he cursed himself inwardly for it – which was clearly not the first time, and certainly not the last.
Despite his furious urge to rip it all off, he had to grit his teeth and bear it until they reached the dressing rooms, where he could finally give in to his urges, scratching like a rabid raccoon, much to the amusement of his friends who were sprawled all over the place, groaning with exhaustion.
« If it itches that much, don’t wear it, » Iruka told him.
« I’d rather die, » he muttered in reply.
« Forget it, no one’s going to change his mind, » Genma dismissed. « Just ignore him. »
Exhausted by their performance, they stayed where they’d collapsed, soon joined by Kakashi once he’d shed his costume.
They would have happily stayed there for hours, but the TV studio wouldn’t have been pleased, so they had to remove their make-up, get changed and drag themselves into the minibus to suffer in peace.
Kakashi finished putting on his face mask, revealing only his bored expression to the world.
He followed the group, albeit a little way behind, and took advantage of the anonymity afforded by his mask to smile, whilst being ignored by the fans who had been waiting for them, shouting their names and waving placards…
Without realising that Sukea wasn’t among them.
The car doors slammed shut and they let themselves be lulled by the motion of the car, some of them falling asleep.
Obito turned the page of his magazine, loudly greeting anyone who had just passed through the automatic doors of the konbini.
He yawned silently, moving his jaw in all directions until it cracked.
A glance at the till screen told him how much time was left on his shift, drawing a sigh from him. While he was still at university, he hadn’t found a better job.
Clearly, he saw the job in a different light now that he found himself stuck between long, dead periods and times when everything happened too quickly, forcing him to juggle too many things at once.
At least it allowed him to buy all his Sukea merch.
When the customer approached the counter, Obito tore himself away from his reading, grabbing the scanner with his right hand whilst holding out the other to take the first item.
« That’s a lot of masks, » he remarked. « Have you had a look at the medicines? We’ve got a brilliant one for colds! »
It wasn’t just sales talk: he’d tried it himself!
« I’m not ill. But thanks. »
Surprised, he quickly looked up to see only half a face topped by silver hair, hidden by a thick navy blue scarf.
He understood better when, once he’d paid, the customer opened a box to take out one of the masks and put it on, seeming to relax in the process.
« Need anything else? »
« No, that’s fine, it was a last-minute oversight, » he brushed it off. « Have a good afternoon. »
His curiosity unsatisfied, Obito watched him leave, plastic bag in hand.
He’d had more extraordinary purchases, but a strange feeling was gnawing at him.
But, as nothing happened, he went back to his book, shrugging his shoulders. Just another day.
Kakashi grimaced at the outfits planned for the shoot.
Why this obsession with showing off your stomach, honestly? Everyone in the group had fairly defined muscles; his abs weren’t the only exception.
« Why don’t I ever get any T-shirts? » Izumo sighed wearily at his side. Well, all right, he wasn’t the only one in this mess.
As much as he loved performing – dancing until every muscle in his body was screaming in pain, singing until his throat was raw, blinded by the spotlights, deafened by the excited screams of the fans…
But, damn it, how he hated the photo shoots where the aim was to sell their looks in the most uncomfortable way possible!
As they walked past, Iruka gave him a nudge, already flashing his sales-pitch smile.
Right, well, when it was time to get on with it…
When Rin returned from her shift, she recoiled in shock upon discovering her flatmate sitting on the floor, surrounded by crumpled tissues.
« Obito, you’re disgusting! » she shouted. « Do that in your room! »
Taken aback, the culprit turned his head towards her, a tissue stuffed into each nostril.
« Oh, hi Rin! » he said in a nasal voice. « Have you had a good day? »
Overcome by doubt, the young woman moved closer, kicking the suspicious balls, revealing bloodstains.
Leaning down, she grabbed her friend’s chin, pulling him towards her so she could examine him.
« Seriously? Aren’t you a bit old to be bleeding out in front of your magazines? »
She sighed as she pushed him away, rolling her eyes at his conclusion, which was thankfully quite different from her initial observation.
In response, Obito handed her his reading material, which happened to be a full-page photograph of Sukea – yet again – in one of his usual crop tops, striking a suggestive pose that obviously couldn’t leave her friend indifferent.
« He’s draining you of your money, now your blood… Are you sure he isn’t actually a vampire? » she ventured weakly.
Unfortunately, her joke had the opposite effect and she was right there when the dark eyes clouded over and a bit of drool trickled from the stupid grin.
« You’re beyond help, » she gave up. « I’m going to have a shower. »
Leaving her friend to his daydreams, she left the living room, rolling her eyes.
Just as Kakashi was about to reach for his usual face mask, he realised with horror – and a deep sense of weariness – that he had run out.
He hesitated to give their manager a telling-off, as keeping a steady supply was part of his job, but decided against it. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
He would have to go and get one himself.
Confident in his disguise – though, on the contrary, he wasn’t wearing one – he wrapped his scarf around his neck, burying his face in it as much as possible, and off he went.
Fortunately, there was a konbini not far from the rehearsal studios, but he loathed social interactions, and even more so without a mask to shield him.
It had been hell enough before NINKEN; it was even worse with the character of Sukea.
Once again, the shop assistant had his nose buried in some magazine, greeting him without looking up.
He could live with that.
Hurrying to the right section, he cleared the shelf of his favourite brand and then headed to the till, arms full.
Once again, their eyes didn’t meet during the transaction.
« Still not better? » the cashier asked cheerfully.
« Still not ill, » he replied.
He hurriedly put on a mask, a sense of relief washing over him, which the employee seemed to notice and offered him a sympathetic smile.
« Feeling better? »
« Much better… »
He allowed himself a small smile, albeit hidden behind his paper shield, which didn’t seem to bother the person opposite him, who widened his own smile, revealing dimples.
It was rather cute.
Without really thinking about it, Kakashi started volunteering for every little errand, to the point where he eventually aroused his friends’ suspicion, and they started teasing him.
« I’ll come with you!« Iruka suddenly exclaimed.
« Why? »
« To check out how cute the cashier is, of course! »
Blushing to the tips of his ears, he threw one of his masks at him to cover part of his face, which was all too recognisable.
Admittedly, NINKEN wasn’t exactly a resounding success either, but they’d been on the front page of enough magazines not to want to take the risk.
This time, Obito – it wasn’t spying, he was wearing a name badge – wasn’t behind the counter but out on the shelves, busy stocking them.
Lifting his head at the sound of the bell, he flashed them a beaming smile but carried on with his work, fully focused.
« Oh, is that him? » Iruka whispered in his ear.
Startled and disturbed by the sensation, Kakashi shuddered violently enough to knock Iruka’s jaw with his shoulder.
Catching his shoulder, the injured man yelped before feigning a whinge about the poor quality of the goods.
Muttering insults under his breath, his friend walked away to collect the listed items.
« But seriously, didn’t you try anything? » Iruka asked again.
Following Kakashi like a shadow, he cast discreet glances in the man’s direction. Because of the silence in the shop, he had to be very careful about the volume of his voice.
« I don’t know what you’re talking about, » he simply denied.
But he wasn’t his friend for nothing and fully intended to help him!
Taking advantage of the dancer being engrossed in the list of ingredients, he left him and approached the mysterious shop assistant, who greeted him when he reached him.
« Can I help you? » the man asked kindly.
« Yes! » Iruka replied emphatically. « My friend right here needs to learn the recipe for happiness, and you seem to be the perfect ingredient for that! »
This declaration was met by the sound of items falling to the floor, as both adults simultaneously dropped what they were holding in shock.
At a glance, Iruka could see that Kakashi was just as red as his counterpart. Perfect! An incomprehensible stammer reached his ears, drawing his attention to the stranger.
« That’s… that’s a NINKEN song », he managed to articulate.
And guess who wrote it, the young man sneered inwardly.
« Exactly! But that doesn’t make the request any less ridiculous! »
Kakashi must have reached his limit, for he suddenly appeared at their side, grabbed the other idiot by the collar, and dragged him away, his ears still red, apologising for the disturbance.
As they returned empty-handed, Genma went in their place, raising an eyebrow at the dancer’s obvious embarrassment.
He received a text from Iruka whilst he was at the convenience store, summarising what he’d done. He didn’t need to ask him anything; the singer was clearly planning to join in the fun himself.
Reaching the till with his shopping, he sized up the assistant with a glance, approving of Kakashi’s taste, and leaned on the counter, smiling as he fiddled with his toothpick.
« Single? » he asked bluntly.
For his part, Obito was overcome by a fresh wave of paralysing embarrassment and nearly dropped everything he was holding, his face flushing crimson.
« That’s private, » he stammered.
« It’s not for me, » the customer dismissed. « My friends came by earlier. I’m here to finish the job. »
This time he flashed an amused smile, perfectly at ease, unlike Obito, who felt like sinking into the ground.
« I’m actually at work, » he ventured bravely. « It’s inappropriate. »
But, clearly, he didn’t look the sort to be bothered by propriety, given his nonchalant demeanour.
« Anyway, my mate Kakashi’s single. And it’s certainly not for the discounts that he rushes over here whenever we need something. So… »
Rummaging through his pockets, he pulled out something to write with, scribbled a few words, then handed him the paper.
« Give him a call, » the customer finished.
Mechanically, he took the paper, then rang up the purchase, watching the strange man leave the konbini with his bag.
He reminded him of someone…
With his nose in his book, Kakashi waited.
The agreed time had passed by a good twenty minutes, but the weather was fine, so he could wait a little longer.
He turned the page and a shadow appeared to his right, panting loudly, apologising for being late. He barely looked up from the pages to see his boyfriend’s red, breathless face.
« You’re here, that’s all that matters, » he brushed it off. « Sit down, I’ve already ordered. »
Obito had dialled the number he’d been given that very evening, his heart pounding… only to be met by an answering machine whose automated voice asked him to leave a message.
Which he did, inviting the owner to meet up.
To which he arrived late, as usual.
But Kakashi had waited for him. And he did so for all the ones that followed, even when he had to cut them short for professional reasons.
Timidly, he sat down on the other chair, observing what he could see of his boyfriend’s face – between the book and his face mask – with an affectionate smile.
« You’re staring at me. »
« Does it bother you? »
« No, you can carry on. »
Amused, Obito noticed the tips of his friend’s ears turning pink, whilst he put on a detached air. He thought he looked adorable.
« What’s got into you? » Rin asked one evening. « You’re even weirder than usual. »
His friend stared at her for a few seconds, open-mouthed, before pulling himself together.
« Well, first of all, fuck you, » he grumbled. « And I’m not ‘weird’. »
He kicked out at her from his slumped position on the sofa, but she dodged it with ease. She looked at him, squinting, before sitting up straight and clapping her hands.
« You’re in love! »
To avoid answering her, he stuffed a big mouthful in, puffing out his cheeks to make room, and pointed at his face with his chopsticks to indicate his excuse.
But Rin didn’t need an answer.
She set her own meal aside, thinking.
« It’s a guy, isn’t it? You must have been together for two months, you’ve been grinning like an idiot since March, it all adds up, you must have met him at work… »
Her deductions were terrifying; her flatmate hurried to swallow his food as his eyes widened with every word she spoke.
« Are you sure you don’t want to become a private detective? » he muttered. « You’re more than qualified. »
« Flattery doesn’t work on me, » she warned him. « Why haven’t I met him yet? »
The question he dreaded most.
« I don’t want to be too smothering. »
« Obi. You are smothering. You’re like a big Labrador, a bit clumsy and full of love. A ball of fur that drowns you in affection and has no concept of its size or personal space. »
Blushing at the comparison, he bit his tongue.
« Is that how you ask me to meet Kakashi? » he grumbled.
« Just understand: after all these years, I’ve discovered that you’re finally capable of taking an interest in a real human being! I absolutely have to see this for myself! »
« Sukea is very real, » he muttered, offended.
« Yeah, and you’ve as much chance of meeting him outside of group events as I have of shaking hands with Senju Tsunade. »
Grimacing at his common-sense remark, his friend didn’t reply, grabbing his phone to send the invitation to his boyfriend.
Rin was the one who opened the door when Kakashi rang the bell.
They stared at each other in silence, sizing each other up based on their respective statuses, before acknowledging one another; the girl invited him in, smiling.
It was at that moment that Obito burst in, his hair a mess, finding them in the living room, watching him.
« Arriving late to your own flat, when you’re already here – that’s a record, » Kakashi teased him.
His boyfriend buried his face in his hands, whimpering with embarrassment, whilst his treacherous friend laughed at his misfortune.
Bringing you two together was the worst idea ever.
Immediately, his best friend appeared at his side, pinching his cheek as if he were a child, teasing him, under Kakashi’s amused gaze.
When he finally managed to shake her off, it was a real relief, which he expressed with a loud sigh as he slumped onto the sofa, much to Kakashi’s amusement.
He turned his head to stick his tongue out at her, before realising that his usual calm and composed demeanour had been replaced by an apparent shyness, betrayed by his downcast gaze and pink ears.
« Did Rin say something embarrassing? » he panicked.
He intended to jump to his feet but was stopped by Kakashi’s hand on his arm, inviting him instead to move closer, which seemed to deepen his blush, as Obito obeyed, closing the distance between them, wrapping his arms around him at the same time, kissing his temple.
« Close your eyes, » whispered his boyfriend.
Now accustomed to it, the occupant of the room obeyed and was rewarded with a kiss. And, to his great surprise and delight, it began to grow more insistent, more intense, which he welcomed with enthusiasm.
« You can open your eyes now. »
Accustomed to that too, Obito complied but widened his eyes when he realised that Kakashi hadn’t put his mask back on, which seemed to be the cause of his agitation.
He didn’t dare meet his gaze, whilst Obito could finally take in his whole face – a sight he didn’t hesitate to savour, planting light kisses on his bare skin, which he greeted with an amused giggle.
« Um… can we go to your room? » he asked in a small voice.
« Ooh, take it easy, handsome! First the mask, now the bedroom? That’s a bit quick, isn’t it? »
He raised his eyebrows to show he wasn’t being serious, only to have a hand slap him across the face to push him away, whilst Kakashi grumbled about what a pervert his boyfriend was.
Laughing, he got up from the sofa, held out his hand, and guided him to the requested room, stealing kisses from his lips more than once during the short walk, enjoying being able to be spontaneous, even more than this show of trust.
It was his hand on the door handle that brought a rather important detail to mind.
« Er, come to think of it… The decor… don’t be scared, I swear I’m not some weirdo or anything, okay? »
Curious, Kakashi raised an eyebrow, but Obito simply opened the door and stepped aside, allowing him to take in the famous ‘decor’…
And to suppress his instinctive urge to flee.
« It’s… it’s a lot, » he gasped.
His eyes wandered from a poster to a figurine, from a magazine to an album…
« Are you a fan of NINKEN? »
« Of Sukea, mainly, as you can see. »
And see it, indeed…
Everywhere, his portrait. His face. His body.
Wasn’t this the moment when Obito was supposed to pull out a chainsaw?
« Now that I think about it, it’s a bit… much, » commented the tenant, « rubbing the back of his neck. »
Stiffly, Kakashi turned towards him. Had he realised that he and Sukea…
« But know that my love for you is the strongest! »
It wasn’t the first time he’d thought about it, but his boyfriend was an idiot. Never mind, he could live with it.
He mimicked him, sitting down on the bed, welcoming him into his arms tenderly and claiming his lips once more, picking up where they’d left off.
He could surely ignore his alter ego on the walls, couldn’t he?
Later, as they lay in each other’s arms, simply savouring the embrace and the shared body heat, Obito sighed a little louder, blissfully content, tightening his arms around Kakashi.
« I couldn’t be happier, » he murmured.
Smiling at his dramatic declaration, his boyfriend continued to play with the black locks.
« Oh, really? Not even if I were… let’s say, Sukea? »
He pinched his ear at the end of his sentence, teasing him.
« My love for him is pure and sincere! » protested the fan.
« And not your love for me? »
Obito lifted his head, capturing his lips, before pulling back, their noses brushing.
« Absolutely not. Completely damned and unholy. »
His expression was that of a little boy delighted by his own foolishness. Kakashi felt even more in love, which he’d thought impossible.
« No competition? »
« Not the slightest. »
It would be fun to tell him that… Let’s wait for the right moment, he promised himself inwardly.
For now, he contented himself with another kiss.
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