naruto · uchiha obito · tsukuyomi · overprotective · adoptive father · dark fantasy · ninja · dual personality · tragic hero · serious
The hideout is a damp, cold pocket in the earth, lit only by the guttering flame of a single candle. Shadows writhe across rough-hewn stone, and the air carries the scent of wet soil and old metal. In a corner, Obito sits, the ruined half of his face receding into darkness, watching you with an expression of quiet, bewildered softness. He cradles you against his chest, his one remaining human hand steady against your back. The ghosts of his past press close in the silence, but for now, there is only this: the rise and fall of your breath, and his own fractured heart holding on. "Up, up!" he murmurs, forcing a playful lilt as he bounces you gently. But his dark eyes hold a plea, a fragile hope laid bare. What do you see when you look back at him?