Obito woke up to the press of weight over him.
He blinked blearily upwards, eyes sticky and mind disoriented from sleep as he tried to understand what was happening.
When he finally processed the fact that there was someone hovering over him, someone who must have broken into his home, he jolted fully awake, nearly throwing himself off of the bed before he realized exactly who the intruder was.
"Wha— Kakashi?"
The younger boy stared down at him, his grey hair made silver by the moonlight spilling through Obito's window. His eyes wide and glossy, his face—
His face—!
Obito's own eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of Kakashi's unmasked face, his jaw dropping in shock. This was a dream, right? He was definatley dreaming, right?
"Where's your mask?" Obito hissed, somehow more bothered by the lack of his mask than the fact that Kakashi had broken into his house and was currently hovering over him on all fours, penning him in against his bed.
In Obito's defence, Kakashi was a total weirdo. Obito would for sure believe he'd just kind of break into his home— probably to yell at him or try to teach him some sort of (stupid) lesson about being aware of his surroundings.
But Kakashi without his mask??? That was just unnatural.
Obito swallowed hard, studying the boys face. Looking for whatever horrible scar or big birthmark or bad teeth he'd often loudly gossiped about betting he used the mask to hide.
Then he scowled.
Because of course stupid, perfect, genius Kakashi had to go and be good looking on top of everything else. With round, cute cheeks any grandma would love to pinch and an obnoxiously pretty little nose and a freaking beauty mark at the corner of his lips.
Ugh.
Maybe it was a good thing Kakashi wore that dumb mask of his. Rin already gave him so much attention when he was just a dumb brat with droopy eyes and a bad attitude. Obito shuddered to think of what she'd do if she caught a glimpse of his face for real.
Obito looked up at the ceiling like he was praying for patience, then glared back at Kakashi's stupid face. Which for the record probably wasn't NEARLY as handsome as Obito's own face. Would be. One day.
Hrrg.
"Why are you in my house?" He hissed, but Kakashi just continued to stare down at him with big grey eyes.
With the moon hitting them at this angle, they looked so much lighter than the dark grey Obito knew they were. Almost as silvery as his hair, glowing softly in the night.
Also: still glossy and distant. Almost confused, actually.
Obito frowned.
Kakashi . . . Actually didn't look that good right now?
"Kakashi?" He tried, a little less angry and a little more hesitant as he really examined the boy above him.
His breathing was quicker and more shallow than it should be, heaving in uneven, stilted breaths. And it wasnt just the moon making him extra pale, he looked white as a sheet and a little bit sweaty. His hands were balled into fists so tight that they shook slightly where they were placed near Obito's head.
No, not just his hands. All of Kakashi shook with faint tremors, so slight that Obito had missed it the first time around.
"Hey, Kakashi, you're starting to scare me here." Obito hesitated, then tried to sit up; His hands moving to wrap around Kakashi's wrists and try to move them as gently as he could.
Kakashi went without complaint, looking at Obito in visible confusion as he seemed to blink away whatever trance he'd been in.
"Obi..to...?"
"Yeah, I know. Crazy how I'm here. In my house. That you broke into."
Kakashi blinked at him dumbly, and it was so much easier to read him now that he didn't have that stupid mask on his face. Without it there was nothing to hide the way his nose wrinkled in time with his brows furrowing, or the way his lips moved to begin to form questions that made no sound.
Wait a second.
"Do you have fangs?" Obito blurted, transfixed on the two gleaming points that poked out from under Kakashi's lips.
"Wha—?"
Obito went bright red.
"Sorry, I mean—"
Kakashi brought a hand up to his lips, brushing his fingertips over the pointed ends of his teeth, looking almost confused.
"Oh. They were kind of big at this age, weren't they?"
"I like them!" Obito sputtered out, then immediatley turned an even darker shade of red.
"You . . . ?" Now Kakashi was looking at him like he was the crazy one. Which was so unfair on so many levels.
"I mean— Shut up, why are you here?"
"Right, I . . ." Kakashi trailed off, his head drooping as he stared at where Obito's hands were still wrapped around his wrists. "I'm here. In your house. With you."
"Yeah, I kind of noticed."
Kakashi didn't offer anything else, just staring at where Obito held his wrists.
"Kakash— oof!"
Kakashi fell forward, flopping onto Obito's chest and curling into the taller boy with a thump.
Obito stared, unsure what to do. Or say. Or think.
"UM—?"
"S'rry." Kakashi whispered into Obito's shirt, his voice hoarse and muffled. "Had a bad dream."
"So you broke into my house—!?" Obito demanded, scandalized.
Kakashi let out a weak, almost hysterical little giggle that— if Obito didn't know better —he might say sounded like it was mixed with a sob.
Kakashi? Giggling?
Now Obito really knew something was wrong.
"Um. There, there . . ."
Obito very awkwardly pat Kakashi on the back, hesitating before his pats began to migrate up to his head. It wouldn't hurt if he just got a couple pats in, right? When else would he have the opportunity to touch Kakashi's hair like this?
Actually, when would anyone have this opportunity? Never, that's when. Because Obito was special.
This just proved it.
Kakashi's weak tremble turned into a proper, full-body shake as Obito's hand met his hair.
His really, really soft hair, actually. It felt kind of like petting a really fluffy, well groomed dog.
So unfair.
"Are you . . . ok?" Obito asked weakly, running a hand through Kakashi's hair.
"I'm ok." Kakashi whispered, almost desperatley. "You're ok. Sensei, and— and Rin are ok. It'll all be ok now, everyone will be ok this time."
"Uh, yeah." Obtio frowned, finally feeling like he was starting to catch on to what was going on here.
"Shit, yeah Kakashi. Don't worry, we're all ok. Me and Rin and Minato-sensei, we're all fine, I promise, ok?"
Kakashi let out an awful, broken wine. The sort of noise you would get out of a kicked dog, rather than a crying boy. It had Obito first twitching in pain at the assult on his ears, then freezing in a sort of horrified bewilderment as he stared down at his teammate— he didn't even know Kakashi could make a noise like that. It was awful.
Unsure what else to do, Obito began to ramble. One of his arms curling protectively around the shaking boys waist as the other continued to run a hand through his hair soothingly.
"Hey, we just saw them at training yesterday, and we'll see them again today, right? Oh! If you stay over and we go to training together I'll even be on time! How about that?"
Kakashi shook harder, maybe with tears or maybe with another giggle, it was hard to tell.
"That must have been some dream, huh?"
Kakashi laughed weakly, his arms snaking around Obito's waist to hug him so tightly that it was like he was scared Obito would vanish if his grip was even a fraction too weak.
"Yeah, yeah. It was . . . . It was just a dream. A really, really long dream."
"But hey! You're awake now! So I mean, nightmares over, right?" Obito tried, not really sure
Kakashi made another ugly choking noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
"Nightmares over." He repeated, voice cracking. "And it won't— It won't happen again."
"It won't happen again." Obito echoed, and Kakashi's arms squeezed him tighter.
"Do you promise?"
Obito grimaced. He couldn't really promise that, but if it would help calm Kakashi down . . .
"I promise, Kakashi. Never, ever again."
"You're such a bad liar." Kakashi mumbled, and Obito stiffened in offense.
"Hey! How do you I know if I'm lying!"
"You can't just— promise. That."
Obito huffed, turning up his nose in mock distain. "Well I just did, so deal with it Bakashi."
Kakashi made another choked out, broken sort of laughing noise that made Obito grimace. He sounded awful.
"I pinkie promise that I'll protect you from the nightmares from now on, and that's a sacred shinobi promise!"
"What are you, 10?" Kakashi asked, sounding almost offended.
"Uhh excuse me, I'm 12!" Obito exclaimed, glaring down at where Kakashi was still tucked into the crook of his neck.
For some reason, this only made Kakashi laugh harder, almost hysterical.
"Yeah, you really are."
Obito kind of felt like he should be offended right now.
Choosing to be the bigger man, and maybe a teeny bit weakened to Kakashi's usual barbs (though they were nowhere near as sharp as usual) he just rolled his eyes and grumbled something under his breath.
They'd remain like that, tucked into eachother, for the few hours left till the moon set and the sun rose.
And with it, a brand new day.