Healing (Obito Uchiha X Reader)

4. My

"Naruto Uzumaki," he replied, his eyes lighting up at your friendly tone. You knew he had the murderer of your parents inside him, and you couldn't feel more sorry for the poor child. So young and with such a tremendous burden.

"Uzumaki, huh?" you mused. "I know a great ramen place that will cheer you up. How about we go there?"

"WOULD YOU DO THAT!? Thank you so much, big sis!" Naruto exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious.

"Of course! Any time." you smiled. "And you can call me Y/N."

Naruto unexpectedly grabbed your hand and together, you walked hand in hand to Ichiraku's, where Naruto devoured five bowls of delicious ramen while chatting away merrily. As he talked about his dreams of becoming Hokage and earning the respect of everyone in the village, you couldn't help but think of Obito. The similarities between the two boys were striking.

"I believe in you, Naruto," you said, beaming at him.

After dinner, you walked Naruto to his house. As you stood at his front door, ready to wish him goodnight, he unexpectedly clung to your leg.

"I don't want you to go,
Y/N," he pleaded, tugging at your heartstrings.

"I have to, but I can tuck you in if you like," you offered, moved by his desperation for affection.

"Please," he whispered.

Entering Naruto's messy home, you were struck by the sight of expired food in the fridge and the absence of any parental figure. The poor child had no one to comfort him in his nightmares or pack him a healthy lunch for school. He had never felt the refreshing feeling of a pair of motherly lips kissing his forehead when he had a fever or even had the pleasure of hearing a bedtime story. Your heart ached at the thought of him being all alone.

Once Naruto was dressed in his pyjamas, you tucked him in and ruffled his hair, giving him a goodnight bump on the forehead. As you bid him farewell, you couldn't help but think of how desperately he needed someone to care for him. You resolved to be that person.

"Good night, Naruto," you said softly.

"Good night, Y/N!" he beamed.

As you exited his room, you decided to take matters into your own hands and clean up the neglected household. This poor child deserved better than rotten milk and instant ramen.

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It was a quiet Sunday morning when you finally woke up, having slept in later than usual. You slowly stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, taking a few moments to gather your thoughts before realizing you needed to go grocery shopping. You had promised to get some supplies for Naruto, and as a responsible ninja, you always kept your promises.

As you walked through the crowded streets of the village, you spotted Kakashi walking towards you, his silver hair shining in the sunlight. You smiled and waved, happy to see a familiar face.

"Hey Y/N, how are you doing?" Kakashi greeted you with his usual nonchalant tone.

"Great! How about you, Kashi?" you replied, feeling energized and ready for the day ahead.

"I am good. How about we go have lunch, huh?" he suggested, a mischievous twinkle in his visible eye.

"Fine, but the last one to get there pays for both!" you shouted, already sprinting towards the restaurant in a playful race.

"Come back here! That's not fair!" Kakashi yelled, trying his best to catch up to you.

"Come on, old man!" you taunted him, feeling the wind rushing past your face as you ran.