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The café was louder than usual. People milled about, laughter and clinking cups creating a backdrop of normalcy that felt painfully out of place for Obito.
Across from him sat Kakashi, looking just as unbothered as ever. His dark circles spoke of sleepless nights, his fingers smudged with ink and the faint scent of chemicals lingering on his shirt. He was a mess, and yet he had the gall to look calm.
Kakashi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He had completed his dissertation the day before and thought he could finally breathe again. Apparently not.
"So," Obito started, his voice sharper than intended, "you finally decided to show up."
Kakashi blinked, his gray eyes meeting Obito's with a level of confusion that stoked the fire in Obito's chest. "You said it was important."
"Important?" Obito repeated, leaning forward."You’re impossible, Kakashi," Obito said, "I’ve called. I’ve texted. I even emailed you, for god’s sake. And you just disappeared for two months like I didn’t exist."
"I was busy," Kakashi said simply.
"Busy?" Obito repeated, his voice rising. "Do you know how it felt to be ignored like that? I waited for you every day, thinking maybe—just maybe—you’d remember I was here."
Kakashi frowned, guilt flashing across his face. "I wasn’t ignoring you. My dissertation—"
"Don’t." Obito held up a hand, cutting him off. "Don’t make it sound like you didn’t have five minutes to spare in two months."
Kakashi fell silent, unable to argue.
"Meet me here at the same place tomorrow," he said.
Kakashi frowned. "Why?"
"Bring every gift I’ve ever given you. I’ll bring yours too."
It took Kakashi a moment to process the words. "Wait—are you serious?"
Obito’s jaw tightened. "Dead serious. If we’re going to end this, we might as well do it properly."
"End this?" Kakashi echoed, his chest tightening. "Obito—"
"No." Obito’s voice wavered, but he held his ground. "Not now. Tomorrow, Kakashi. 5 PM. Don’t be late."
And with that, Obito turned and walked away, leaving Kakashi with his thoughts.
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Kakashi had barely sat down in the bustling cafe when he spotted Obito walking in, his expression a stormy mix of determination and frustration. Dressed in his usual black hoodie and jeans, Obito scanned the room until his gaze locked on Kakashi. Without hesitation, he marched over, drawing curious glances from other patrons.
Obito sliding into the seat across from him.
"Good afternoon to you too, Obito," Kakashi replied, voice neutral.
Obito ignored the greeting. He gave his regular order to the barista. He adjusted the papers in his lap for the tenth time, his fingers drumming an erratic rhythm against the table.
Obito reached into his bag and pulled out the gifts. "Here. Everything you’ve ever given me. Photos, gifts, even that stupid keychain I loved so much, also Do you even remember what I look like without these papers reminding you?"
Kakashi's gaze flickered to the documents Obito had slammed onto the table. "Is this a joke?" he asked, voice flat.
Obito's laugh was bitter. "Oh, it’s real. You’re not the only one who knows how to work under pressure, you know. I’ve spent my precious downtime drafting this breakup contract."
Kakashi tilted his head. "Breakup contract?" He picked up the papers, flipping through them with a detached sort of curiosity. "You actually printed this?"
"Don’t mock me," Obito snapped.
Kakashi set the papers down, his expression unreadable. "I’m not mocking you."
"No? Then what is this? Some kind of twisted social experiment? Let’s see how long Obito will wait before he realizes he’s been dating a machine?"
"That’s not fair," Kakashi said quietly.
"Fair?" Obito’s voice rose, but he quickly lowered it when the barista glanced their way. "What’s not fair is me sitting here wondering if I did something wrong. Two months of silence, Kakashi. Do you know what that’s like?"
Kakashi looked at him, really looked at him this time. There was something fragile in his gaze, something that made Obito’s chest ache even as his anger burned bright.
"Let’s get this over with," Obito said.
Kakashi nodded, though his chest felt tight. He opened the box Obito had brought and carefully removed each item—a framed photo of them at the beach, a leather bracelet Obito had made for him, and a stack of handwritten notes filled with silly jokes and sweet words.
"These meant a lot to me," Kakashi said quietly.
"They did," Obito replied. "But I’m not sure they do anymore."
"Alright," Kakashi said, leaning back. "If that’s how you feel, I’ll sign."
Obito wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it wasn’t that.
"But," Kakashi continued, sliding the papers back toward Obito, "I have one condition."
Obito frowned. "What condition?"
Kakashi leaned forward, a small smirk playing at his lips. "You have to return every kiss I’ve ever given you"
For a moment, Obito thought he’d misheard. "What?"
"You heard me," Kakashi said, as though he were asking for something as mundane as sugar for his coffee. "If we’re breaking up, I want my kisses back. All of them."
"You’re joking," Obito said flatly.
"I’m not."
"That’s ridiculous."
Kakashi shrugged. "Maybe. But it’s my condition."
Obito groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, here you are,” Kakashi said smoothly.
Obito shook his head, his frustration mounting. “No. I’m not doing this. I refuse.”
Kakashi tilted his head, his smirk never wavering. “Then the love termination is terminated.”
Obito blinked, “What?”
“You heard me,” Kakashi said, leaning forward. “If you’re not returning the kisses, the breakup is invalid. It’s only fair.”
“You’ve lost your mind,” Obito muttered.
“Perhaps,” Kakashi said lightly. “But rules are rules, Obito. Either you return the kisses, or we stay together.”
"Fine," Obito sighed heavily, glaring at Kakashi like he wanted to throttle him "Let’s get this over with."
Kakashi’s smirk widened, and Obito hated how much he wanted to wipe it off his face.
Obito put the distance between them, giving Kakashi a quick peck on the lips.
Kakashi leaned back instantly, his brow furrowing. “What was that?”
“A kiss,” Obito said flatly.
“That’s not how I kissed you,” Kakashi said, his voice calm but challenging. “Do you think I’m joking, Obito? When I kissed you before, there was no distance, no hesitation. The kisses were full of love—not this half-hearted formality.”
Obito’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you critiquing my kissing now?”
“Yes,” Kakashi replied coolly. “If you’re going to return them, do it properly.”
Obito clenched his jaw, annoyed but unwilling to back down. “Fine. Let’s see if this meets your standards, Your Highness.”
This time, Obito cupped Kakashi’s face, leaning in slowly. Their lips met in a kiss that lingered, warm and soft but with an edge of frustration. When Obito pulled back, Kakashi gave him an appraising look.
“Better,” Kakashi admitted.
Obito rolled his eyes. “How many do I have left now?"
"A thousand and forty-two to go" Kakashi said, his tone deadpanned.
Obito stared at him, incredulous. “You seriously counted?”
“I remember every single one,” Kakashi said simply.
Obito groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Were you even feeling them, or were you just keeping a tally?”
“Both,” Kakashi said with a shrug.
Obito threw his hands up in exasperation. “Unbelievable.”
Kakashi blinked in surprise as Obito pulled him closer, their bodies almost pressed together. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making sure there’s no ‘distance,’ ” Obito said sarcastically.
Without warning, Obito leaned in, capturing Kakashi’s lips in a kiss that was anything but hesitant. It was deep, slow, and deliberate, filled with the kind of emotion Kakashi had accused him of lacking earlier.
But just as Kakashi started to respond, Obito pulled back, smirking. “One down.”
Kakashi frowned, grabbing Obito’s hoodie to stop him from moving away. “Don’t rush it. You’re supposed to be returning my kisses, not checking them off a list.”
Obito raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously dictating how I kiss you?”
“Yes,” Kakashi said. “If you’re going to do it, do it right.”
Obito let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”
“Then leave,” Kakashi challenged, his voice softer now but still firm.
Obito froze, his smirk fading. He looked at Kakashi for a long moment before sighing. “You’re not making this easy.”
“Was this ever supposed to be easy?” Kakashi asked quietly.
Obito didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled Kakashi closer again, his hands settling on Kakashi’s waist. This time, when their lips met, the kiss deepened almost immediately. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was an apology, a confession, and a plea all at once.
Neither of them moved to pull away, the anger and frustration melting into something softer. One kiss turned into two, then three, and soon they weren’t counting anymore. The papers sat forgotten on the table as Obito tangled his hands in Kakashi’s hair. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting together.
Kakashi’s lips twitched into a small smile. “That’s more like it.”
Obito rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth lifted into a reluctant grin. “You’re lucky I love you, idiot.”
“I know,” Kakashi said, his voice low but steady. “And I love you too.”
"Why are you like this?" Obito whispered, his voice trembling.
Kakashi chuckled softly. "Because I’m an idiot. And because I don’t want to lose you."
Obito closed his eyes, willing himself to stay angry, but the warmth of Kakashi’s breath against his skin made it impossible.
"You really hurt me," he admitted.
"I know, I'm sorry.
“For shutting you out,” Kakashi admitted, his gaze dropping to the table. “For not answering your calls, for making you feel like you didn’t matter. You do. You’ve always mattered, Obito. I was just…so caught up in finishing the dissertation that I—” He swallowed hard. “I didn’t think about how my silence would hurt you. And that’s on me.”
Obito’s expression softened, though he didn’t interrupt.
“I should have been better,” Kakashi continued, his voice quieter now. “I should have been there for you, even if I was drowning in work. You didn’t deserve to be ignored like that. I’m sorry, Obito. For all of it.”
Kakashi said. "And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you let me."
Obito pulled back just enough to look into Kakashi’s eyes. "You’d better. Because if you disappear on me again, I’ll print a hundred of those contracts and mail them to everyone you know."
Kakashi laughed, and for the first time in two months, Obito felt like he could breathe again.
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