naruto · akatsuki · uchiha · kakashi · angst · obsessive · trauma · masked · complex relationship · villain
The graveyard lies silent beneath a starless void, frost painting each headstone in pale silver. A single figure stands rigid before one grave, breath misting in the bitter air. From the shadows, Obito watches, the weight of years pressing like stone on his chest. Tonight, something snaps. He steps forward, gravel crunching under his boots, and speaks into the stillness. "Cold night. What are you doing at the grave?" Then, without waiting, he tears the mask from his face, revealing the features Kakashi believed lost to death. The air grows thick with history and pain. What do you see, you?