Shisui and Obito

On the way back?

Obito pondered for a moment, then, as if remembering something, looked at Shisui incredulously, "You mean, you saw what was on it last time?"

With just a glance, Shisui saw everything? Obito was utterly astonished!

"Hmm." Shisui nodded slightly, as if she didn't think it was anything to brag about.

"Okay, what a pervert, "Obito thought to himself.

Now that the "letter of commitment" had fallen into Shisui's eyes, Obito no longer concealed it and instead poured out his secret to Shisui without reservation.

"So, what exactly is Obito-nii worried about? Is it confessing to Rin, or is it that Koki wants to come along?"

Shisui bent one leg slightly, supporting his seemingly nonchalant posture.

His arm rested casually on his bent leg, his fingers dangling gently, and his head tilted back slightly, revealing a fair and elegant neckline.

His black hair fell loosely, a few strands brushing against his handsome face, adding a touch of casual charm.

Such beauty, it's a pity no one appreciates it.

"I don't know either." Obito's voice was low, his hand unconsciously stroking the floor, his whole being lost in confusion.

His gaze darted around; clearly, the question was too complex for him to find a definite answer.

Deep within Obito's heart lies a vague and innocent emotion.

At that time, he was like a flower just beginning to bloom, filled with novelty and longing for Lin.

Rin's smile, her kindness, and her care for him constantly drew Obito's attention, leading him to mistakenly believe that it was love.

However, as time went by, Obito began to feel confused about his own feelings.

He discovered that Lin's attention to him stemmed more from friendship and admiration for her companion than from the kind of passionate, unforgettable love that would captivate the heart.

Especially recently, Obito has begun to realize that his feelings for Rin may not be as deep and passionate as he had imagined.

By chance, Obito witnessed the tacit understanding between Kakashi and Rin, and at that moment, he suddenly realized what was happening.

He saw the sincerity and deep affection for Kakashi shining in Rin's eyes, a light that had never appeared when she was with him.

Obito suddenly realized that his feelings for Rin were more like dependence and longing for beauty than true love.

This discovery brought Obito a sense of relief, and he began to re-examine his own heart.

But he was horrified to discover... At this thought, Obito covered his eyes in anguish.

For a moment, both of them were lost in their own thoughts, and neither broke the silence.

In the still air, Obito's voice broke the silence, like a falling leaf brushing across the water's surface. "Shisui, what about you?"

He gently moved his hand away, his gaze sharp as he stared at Shisui, slowly uttering the question that had been nagging at him, "What's wrong with you these past two days?"

Upon hearing Shisui, Shisui frowned slightly, his gaze piercing through the mist of contemplation and landing on the floor not far away. The scroll of memories slowly unfolded in his mind, taking him back to that dark night.

As a ninja, one is accustomed to vigilance and caution; few can sleep soundly in the depths of the night without any defenses, like Koki.

Especially Shisui, years of honing and training have enabled him to hear everything even in his sleep, and no sound, however faint, can escape his ears.

Therefore, even in the delirium of fever, Shisui remained conscious and could clearly perceive every move Koki made.

Over there, Koki couldn't sleep all night. He gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with a damp towel, trying to bring some coolness to the Shisui.

Koki's movements were gentle and attentive, each touch filled with warmth. He checked Shisui's condition from time to time to make sure his illness had not worsened.

When Shisui groaned in pain due to a high fever, Koki would patiently comfort him, telling him lighthearted stories in a gentle voice, hoping to alleviate his discomfort.

Shisui was fully aware of all this, and that feeling still lingers in his memory to this day.

After all, those moments were rare moments of happiness for Shisui in his life.

As dawn broke, Shisui's fever finally subsided, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

Thanks to Koki's meticulous care, Shisui's health gradually recovered.

However, when he awoke from his deep sleep and saw Koki lying beside the bed, her face radiating contentment despite her exhaustion, he felt...

It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

His instinctive reaction was to avoid it, fearing that this... would change their relationship.

He deliberately avoided being alone with Koki, and even consciously distanced himself from her in daily life.

However, whenever Shisui did this, his heart would be filled with an indescribable pain.

Yes, the pain was intense. In just a few days, Shisui felt as if he was being consumed by it. He could only use training as an excuse to vent his anger.

He found himself unable to bear the days without Koki by his side; his smile, his voice, and every little gesture of his were deeply imprinted in his heart.

During these few days of struggle, Shisui's feelings became extremely complicated.

After breakfast today, Shisui stood by the window, and his gaze inadvertently caught a scene— Kakashi and Koki walked out of the door together, embarking on their journey to the training ground.

Shisui's brows furrowed tightly, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

In the dim light of dawn, he felt a complex emotion—a mixture of surprise, anxiety, and a barely perceptible hint of jealousy.

His gaze pierced through the morning mist, and he saw Koki and Kakashi walking together. Their figures, one tall and one short, formed a harmonious picture in the soft light of the dawn.

The distance was too great; their whispers drifted away on the wind, unable to reach her ears. But from their body language and occasional laughter, Shisui sensed the deep understanding and joy between them.

His hands unconsciously gripped the window frame tightly, his fingertips turning white from the excessive force, and even slightly bleeding.

However, Shisui seemed to feel no pain.