What's the weirdest thing Mina has a seal on? Drabble please ❤️
The weirdest thing he has a seal on? His frying pan.
Team Minato finds out the hard way.
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It starts with Operation Surprise Sensei. Dawn break-in: Kakashi with a sack of flour tucked under one arm, Rin whispering instructions like she’s leading an S-rank covert mission, Obito juggling eggs as though the fate of Konoha rests on his balance.
Their plan is simple: cook breakfast before Minato wakes up.
The flaw: they pull a frying pan from the cabinet instead of the one left by the window.
At first, nothing seems unusual. Obito sets the pan on the stove, Rin leans in to check the fire, and Kakashi stands there with the vague air of someone already regretting his life choices.
Then the air shifts. Heavy. Tight.
Lines spiderweb across the pan’s surface, glowing faint blue. A low hum rattles through the kitchen like a suppressed explosion, just loud enough to prickle the back of their necks. Rin freezes mid-step. Obito fumbles the whisk. Kakashi doesn’t even look up before muttering, of course.
The pan shudders once. Twice. And then---poof.
A chakra pulse erupts through the room. Eggs detonate against the ceiling, yolk dripping down in slow trails like casualties of war. Flour bursts into the air, a thick white cloud rolling through the kitchen. One very unlucky stinkbug (no one asks how it got there) phases out of existence entirely.
When the dust settles: Rin stands snow-dusted, blinking through the haze. Obito coughs himself into the vague outline of a ghost. Kakashi emerges last, white handprint smeared perfectly across his mask, looking like he’s already plotting a report no one will read.
The door slides open.
Minato steps inside, squinting at the carnage, tan fingers curled loosely around a kunai. His hair is mussed, his shirt crinkled, and his gaze takes in the battlefield: flour on the tatami, egg dripping steadily down the wall, his three students frozen mid-guilt.
“…You know,” he says at last, tone mild, “if you’re going to sneak into my house, at least clean up after yourselves.”
Obito opens his mouth - probably to protest innocence - but Minato’s eyes flick to the stove, to the frying pan still glowing faintly.
“Ah,” he murmurs, as if everything suddenly makes sense. “So you found one of my prototypes.”
“Sensei, your pan tried to kill us!” Obito blurts, pointing dramatically as though it’s about to explode again.
“It didn’t try,” Kakashi says flatly, brushing flour from his sleeves. “It succeeded.”
Rin swipes powdery bangs out of her face, glaring at the ceiling where yolk still drips. “I think it’s still…humming?”
Minato hums softly, steps over the wreckage, and plucks the pan off the stove. The seal fades under a lazy flick of his hand, the metal clattering harmlessly against the counter.
Only then does he turn back to them, blue eyes sharp, mouth quirking just slightly at the corners.
“Well,” he says, far too cheerful for the hour, “you know what they say. Anything can be a weapon. Even breakfast.”
Obito groans like his soul is leaving his body. Rin smacks her forehead. Kakashi mutters something about never cooking with these two again.
Minato dusts flour off the counter, calm as ever. “Since you’re already here,” he says brightly, “we might as well cook together. It’s safer than sneaking into my house, don’t you think?”
The chorus of groans that follows could probably be heard all the way to the Hokage Tower.
Needless to say, they never touched his kitchen again - at least, not without supervision.
