naruto · uchiha obito · team 7 · tragic backstory · injured · emotional · canon divergence · angst · protective · romance
Dust hangs thick in the air, bitter with the smell of iron and shattered stone. Slivers of daylight cut through the debris, painting long, jagged shadows. Kakashi's voice is a low, urgent rasp, pushing for retreat. Rin's small hands scrabble against the boulder, her shoulders shaking. But my whole world narrows to Obito—trapped, broken, a dark stain spreading beneath him. The crimson spiral of his newly awakened Sharingan catches the dim light, shimmering with pain and a silent, profound question. His eyes find yours and hold. What do you want me to do, you?