Who Says Uchiha Ye Can't Do It?

Meanwhile, the New Year's Eve fireworks had long since burned out, and warm air rising from the ground sent firecracker scraps skittering all over the clan compound.

Meltwater dripped from the eaves. Every now and then, a few brats who hadn't slept enough raced through the mud, making a racket.

Obito lay on the tatami wrapped up like a cocoon, eyes wide as bells as he stared at a crack in the ceiling.

He rolled over, then rolled over again. Even a pancake didn't get flipped this often.

He'd even forgotten to take the damn goggles off his forehead.

All he could think about was what had happened on the Shopping Street that day.

When they bought those three-color dango, Rin had turned and smiled at him.

Just that one smile. Her eyes had curved as she held up two bamboo skewers, the syrup on their tips gleaming in the lantern light. "Obito, I saved you one!"

Later, a brat by the roadside had scraped his knee, and Rin had crouched down to bandage it.

The kid had wailed at the top of his lungs. Rin had pulled an elegantly wrapped candy from her pocket and coaxed him with a few words.

When Rin went to get her medical kit, Obito had hurried to take it for her, but her fingertips had accidentally brushed the back of his hand.

Damn it... That one touch had left a warmth that still hadn't faded half the night later. It had burned straight through the back of his hand and into his chest!

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Obito buried his face in his pillow and let out a muffled groan of despair.

His Mangekyō Sharingan could warp space-time, yet one smile from a girl had made his brain freeze on