More gen swap AU, finally with big sis Mikoto! :D I also settled on Kushina as the jounin leader of team Hashi-Mada-Mito. They form “Team 2”. (A nod to Itachi’s team in the anime. In gen swap AU, Itachi will be on the later, new genin generation of Team 2 as well, which causes the whole Uchiha clan compare him a lot to his uncle Madara.)
Once all members of Team 2 and Team Minato are chuunin and/or jounin, they get separated and mixed with other Konoha nin depending on what the missions need. For mysterious reasons, Obito gets paired up with team 2 more often than with others… (And neither Rin nor Kakashi like how they look at him.)
May I choose: playing with your partner's hair for MitoObi? Where Obito admires Minto's lovely red locks being all free and flowy, and can't resist to touch?
(ObiMito my beloved 💕💕💕)
I got carried away again... xD I think I swayed a bit from the prompt.
As always, the setting is my established time travel AU for this ship.
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“Mito! Get down!”
Just in time, the Uzumaki princess ducked a spray of acid coming from the local flora they had disturbed on purpose. When they made the plan, it seemed like a good idea to use the environment to their advantage. In practice, it actually hindered them from making a quick escape. Mito was more than relieved that the Uchiha finally showed up when he did. Following Obito’s beckoning, she swiftly joined his side and they made their exit together, leaving Kiri territory with the swirl of his Kamui.
Unfortunately, as practical as that means of transportation was, it was not as clean as Mito desired. They were still soaked in water and mud up to their knees and she cringed when the indescribable fluid began to drip all over the floor of her home. Both of them immediately toed off their shoes, cringing at the disgusting squelching noise it made, and left them at the entrance.
“Did you get what we came for?” Mito finally remembered to ask after they made their way further inside.
Without a word Obito handed her a slightly wet scroll. She let out a sigh of relief. At least they did not have to go a second time…
“What was holding you up so long anyway?”
With a bit more force than necessary, Mito yanked out the needles which usually held her long hair out of her face and neatly bundled up in two buns. Usually they withstood any wind and weather thorough the day, kept it neat and pristine. Today…not so much. Due to their excursion in the swamp, the needles were askew, some forever lost to the murky waters. Tiny twigs had found their way into Mito's hair instead and she tried desperately to untangle the knots.
“Well, the scroll was exactly where we predicted it would be,” Obito began to explain, “but unfortunately once I touched it there was this barrier that got triggered and then, uhm… it could… Uh…”
He suddenly trailed off.
“It could do what?” Mito asked impatiently and gave up trying to wrestle with her hair. “Don't just stop in the middle of the sentence.”
Then she saw him staring at her and frowned.
“Obito?” She asked, snapping with her fingers. “Are you listening?”
“Ah,” Obito said, dazed. “Yes, right. It drained all the chakra in the room, so I was stuck until I figured out how to disable it. Sorry, I was… I was lost in thoughts for a moment.”
Mito raised a brow.
“Would you like to fill me in about the subject of these thoughts?”
He blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question, and a slight blush settled on his cheeks. Avoiding her eyes, he sheepishly rubbed his neck.
“I just thought… well, I only noticed now that your hair is really long!” Obito smiled. “It looks nice when it's down.”
Mito was speechless for a moment. She was no stranger to flattery but this was… The last time she received a simple yet earnest compliment like this was when she had been four years old and still playing with the other children in the dirt. Once she became acknowledged as a lady and master of her craft, she got showered in poetic musings about her supposed beauty, while behind her back they feared and loathed her for her strength.
There was no hidden meaning or concealed backstab behind Obito's words. It was just… sweet. Plain, but sweet.
“It looks much nicer when it's not a mess,” Mito said and returned his smile with one of her own, tugging slightly on a knot to show her struggle.
Obito's eyes lit up immediately and he placed the scroll on a table. Out of nowhere he suddenly held a brush in his hand and approached.
“If you want I can help you with that,” he offered eagerly, playfully twirling the brush on one finger.
“You only want to touch my hair,” Mito teased him. “At least let me change into something more comfortable first.”
Seeing how Obito himself was in the same state of moist discomfort, he agreed easily enough. Soon, they were settled in warm, fresh clothing and a regained sense of cleanliness.
But Obito had his eyes on the goal and once Mito sat down, he was already seated behind her and waiting for her permission.
“May I…?” He asked with a waver in his voice, as if he was still expecting rejection at this point.
She snorted.
“You may.”
Mito removed most of the dirt while changing, but it was very soothing to have Obito go through it slowly and with more care. Her hair was so long that it reached past her hip and pooled on the floor between them. Most of it had been gathered by Obito and placed across his legs. He was surprisingly gentle while he combed the strands of her long, red hair and took extra precaution not to accidentally get stuck on any entangled bits. She closed her eyes after a while. This was nice. The repetitive movements were quite relaxing and after a day like this, Mito felt drowsy enough to just let someone else take care of her.
“Hm.”
That noise of frustration made her open one eye at least.
“Is something the matter?” She decided to inquire once Obito kept fiddling with her hair. It felt like he was rubbing it between his fingers.
“…l don’t know how to say this without making it sound like an insult.”
Mito half turned her head and gave him an incredulous look.
“Now you made me curious. Go ahead, you’re forgiven in advance.”
He cleared his throat and played with the end of one of the strands.
“… I expected it to be softer,” he finally admitted.
Mito pursed her lips.
“But it is still very nice and flowy!” He back-pedalled quickly.
“Go back to brushing,” she huffed and turned back around, “before you put your foot further in your mouth.”
“Mitooooooo~” He whined and dropped the brush. His arms wrapped around her middle and pulled him into his chest. “Don’t be mad, you promised!”
From this position, she could angle her head to look up at him. He took the chance to press a kiss against the diamond on her forehead.
“All good?” Obito whispered hopefully.
Mito rolled her eyes and smiled.
“It’s fine.” She stretched a bit to nuzzle his jaw. “I asked for it.”
He grinned and craned his neck to steal a proper kiss from her lips, now that he knew he was forgiven. When they parted, he snickered.
“Do you want me to continue brushing your hair when we go to bed? You dozed off earlier.”
Mito squeaked and poked his chest.
“I did not!”
“I heard a snore.”
“Obito…” she growled.
The argument was carried out over the rest of the evening. But when they settled in for the night, Mito ended up falling asleep to the caress of his fingers running through her hair.
