Rewriting History (Obito x Reader)

Superiority

"Um, not to sound like a broken record, but... actually," his teammate chimed in meekly as he poked the middle piece of his glasses to adjust them back into place. "They did teach us in the history portion of our first year, but you were too busy making paper shuriken and chucking them at the girls in first row that you must have missed it."

Tobi's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and he growled, "Hey, who's side are you on, anyway? I thought we're supposed to be comrades, or whatever!"

"I'm on whichever side is the right one!"

Tobi's eye twitched before he began mumbling angrily to himself. "Yeah, well I don't need teammates anyway. I could've gone through the Chunin Exams just fine by myself."

"Oh?" Their sensei raised an eyebrow. "The last I heard, everyone else in our squad passed except you. Maybe it'd be best if you focused less on distracting others with petty arguments and more on allowing others to help you be stronger. Maybe then things would work out better for everyone, including you, Tobi."

"Yeah," added his teammate. "Not to mention you don't even have your Sharingan yet, so of course you'd need our help in the Exams!"

"Just because you're the son of the Hokage, that doesn't give you special privileges to goof off."

A sharp prick sensation punctured Tobi's heart at those words, cutting him deeply, and his eyelids lowered in spite. "Whatever. Naruto-sensei was a better teacher anyway, before he left and had a kid."

Tobi's sensei stared blankly at him in silence before turning to his teammate and used her fingers in a silent brushing motion to signal him to leave for a moment. Sensing that things were about to get even more awkward, he eagerly complied.

"Tobi," his sensei called to him with remarkable patience. "What's gotten into you? You never used to be like this." She remarked while placing herself on one knee to speak on Tobi's level, to which he responded by averting his eyes to the ground and turning away from her hastily. "Just less than a year ago you were a bright, talented shinobi with a determined and fiery heart, just like your dad was-"

Tobi darted back in her direction in confrontation. "What, are you saying I'm not talented now?!"

His sensei's eyebrows furrowed in deep concern. "Now you pick a fight every chance you get. What happened?"

"What's the difference?" Tobi mumbled while turning away from her again. "Apparently, I picked fights at the academy, too. So what?"

"That's also what concerns me. How come you didn't know it was your mother and father who pioneered the turning point for the war?"

Tobi chose to remain silent, opting to cross his arms instead.

"There is no way you haven't heard about it." She then pondered hesitantly. "...you knew... didn't you?"

She noted the subtle exhalation from the stubborn Uchiha, confirming her suspicions.

"...Is it that you don't want to think about your parents?"

Of course he knew that she knew. But he was avoiding the topic altogether.

"You know, it doesn't have to be a burden. You could tell me the truth if you wanted to."

She watched Tobi's head lower, his back still facing her.

"I'll cut to the chase, Tobi. Is there something going on at home?"

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On that same day, the sun was at its peak in the cloudless summer sky; perfect weather to practice and hone one's skills.