Damn this is long.

Also, I'm sorry I can't write Obito's pov correctly XD I know it sucks and doesn't seem quite right but hnnnggg

There was an attempt ;3;

Ethelia's pov

Thankfully Obito's apartment was on the bottom floor, and that meant I didn't have to climb any stairs. Honestly, had there been stairs, I probably would have left. All this physical activity for someone I don't even care about. I think my overall pity for his poor, pathetic broken heart is what's fueling me. That and it means I can walk and, you know, not run until I'm seconds away from keeling over.

Minato-sensei is harsher than you think.

I knocked loudly on the door, my foot tapping impatiently. I heard no footsteps and received no response. There's a small chance that he actually isn't here, but my gut says he is, and I usually trust my gut. It's my most reliable tool, telling me when I'm in need of food and holding it for me so I don't die. So far, it hasn't failed me. It doesn't even imitate whale calls too often in class, and I'm glad.

I knocked again, and I swear I heard something. It made me frown. I did NOT walk all this way to be ignored. This is some physical activity I did not need to participate in, and yet here I am, being an upstanding citizen and offering to deal with heartbroken idiots. Seriously, this kid is seconds away from starting a literal war if he won't open the fuck up. 

I began to look around for a way to get into the apartment because seriously, I'm not wasting this. I walked this far, and being ignored is just irritating me and driving me to continue. There's no way he's getting me to leave him alone that easily. I will ram down this door if it comes to it. Even better, I'll shatter his window. I'm supposed to be a ninja so I guess it's time to practice my infiltration. 

My eyes found a decorative flowerpot by his door and I immediately knew what I had to do. The plant is dead anyway, so there's no harm in it... sort of. This is probably obstruction of private property but everyone knows I'll be arrested one day for one thing or another. I see no harm in starting early. At least I won't have to run anymore.

I lifted the large pot that was full of dry dirt and a shriveled up bush. It was heavy, and that was good. I scooted it above the doorknob, lifting it slightly higher. My arms whined in protest but I ignored them, lifting it higher before thrusting it down as hard as I could.

There was a huge snap and a shatter was the pot broke, and the doorknob clattered to the ground. I dusted the dirt off my jeans casually. I'm actually pretty surprised that worked. I guess I'm lucky the knob was cheap. Otherwise I would just be standing here awkwardly surrounded in the remains of what was once a ceramic pot of dehydrated soil.

I kicked open the door because it felt cool and walked in. It was cold in his apartment, but I ignored it, walking further in. I almost paused when I realized that the lady hadn't actually been sure if this was Obito's apartment. I could be about to get murdered out this bitch, and for what? Some whiny baby who's crush brutally, brutally rejected him? 

"Shithead!" I called into the house as I turned into a hall. Right, insulting someone who's been crushed (WHEEZE) is probably a bad idea. "Er- Obito?"

I shuffled through the small apartment, looking around. It was pretty bland, no real pictures on the walls, and minimal furniture. He's definitely living on a budget, and he definitely lives alone. I'm just glad it isn't at total pigsty honestly. I'm a messy person myself, but it's different when it's someone else. I'm well aware of how depressing I am, I don't want to see something like that on anyone else. It isn't fun.

I hesitantly began down the short hallway, pushing open one of the two doors. It was a bathroom, small and dingy. I closed it immediately. If this isn't Obito's apartment, I'm dead. Literally gonna get murdered in here, and I'm sort of okay with that. Death wouldn't be so bad. I'd never commit suicide, but it my life were to just... end, I think I'd be okay with it. Even if I died like a dumbass.

I quietly pushed open the last door, and I immediately spotted Obito. I was sitting on his bed, his head lowered. I could tell he'd been crying. His body shook slightly, and I took a moment to glance about the room. It was pretty bare, save the photo of his team sitting on his bedside table next to the goggles he'd taken off.

"...Obito?" He didn't move. He's probably possessed and is going to rip out my stomach or something along those lines. I'd be okay with that too. That's a pretty badass death. It's acceptable enough. "You alright man?"

I didn't get a response, and I sighed awkwardly, walking over. How do you comfort someone in distress again? I don't have any ice cream on hand seeing as that isn't something you just carry around and I really don't do hugs. If I knock him out will he just forget any of this happened? That might work, but there's also the looming chance that he'll wake up more upset than before. That's just one of the many things I'm still not socially ready for, and probably will never be socially ready for.

I stopped in front of him and he didn't move. He did tense up though. I probably smell like sweat and grass. 

"Are you going to answer me or sit there like a pansy?" I asked, and I received no verbal answer which in turn was my answer since he- yeah, okay you probably get it. Why am I talking to myself in my head? Wait, is it weird to think to yourself? Oh right, Obito is crying and stuff. 

I squatted down, my legs shrieking at me at the movement. I tried not to wince as I stared up at Obito's face. He wasn't crying, but his eyes were glassy with tears, and his mouth was down turned. I looked him in the eyes. Maybe eye contact will make him feel like... less alone? Do I really have to talk to him?

"Er... are you alright?" I asked. Dumbass question but I don't know what else to do or what to say. I should have brought food so I could just give it to him and leave. That would have been the smart choice. "Sorry, not a smart question. My bad."

He didn't respond, he just looked at me. I could see that he was confused. I don't blame him. I really don't understand myself or my existence either. 

"What Rin said was... well, it was bitchy, no offense. I know you like her but she doesn't... uh, deserve you I guess. Not if she's going to be like that." I shrugged, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I... I just... I don't know. I try really hard, Ethelia, I do." His voice came out croaky and weak. I pursed my lips. "I try m-my best to be a good ninja and a good person." He's crying shit this was a bad idea. Abort. Abort. "But sometimes I feel like I'm... I'm drowning, and worthless." He hissed. Okay cool, we have something in common. We both hate ourselves. This is a start.

"Well, I'm lazy, and I don't like people, and I don't like to... try. I'm not that smart, and I'm not a likable person." I told him. I sighed heavily. "But one thing I will pride myself in is my ability to judge someone's character. I'm good at that."

He looked even more confused. Good to know my efforts are working. Oh joy. This is going so well. This was a great idea.

"Well, I hate you less than I hate everyone else." I looked him deadass in the eyes this time. No glancing away awkwardly. We're getting serious out this bitch. Inspiration. He's gonna feel it even if I have an anxiety attack mid sentence. "You're funny, Obito, and you're determined too. You try really hard and I think it pays off. I think you're a strong ninja. I can only hope I'll be that great one day." I hummed. He blinked tearily at me. "You're also smarter than you let on." I added. I'm running out of nice things to say. I'm surprised I had any at all.

"Rin is just blinded by her dumb crush on that asshole." I said flippantly. Insulting people always makes me feel better. "And anyway, I'm not sure why she didn't want you. I've never really had a crush on anyone, but you're cute enough." I shrugged. He's cute in a puppy sort of way I guess. I don't know. Wait, do guys like being called cute? What if he starts crying?

"Y...You think... all that's true?" He stared at me with wide eyes. I raised my eyebrows.

"Uh... yeah? Did you think I came here just so I could lie to you? I think you'd be able to tell. I suck at lying honestly. But you're not a bad guy or bad looking, she just happens to have different tastes. You have humor, and Kakashi doesn't. Just find someone who appreciates you for you I guess." She shrugged.

Obito's pov

I stared down at Ethelia with wide eyes.

She surprised me coming here. I really didn't think anyone would. They never do. I always get over it in the end and I'm... well, I'm alright I guess. It really doesn't matter. But she came here to try and make me feel better. She's a rude and brash person who doesn't know how to get close to people but... she did a good job.

She's a good person. She's not as she appears to everyone else! It's like she's hiding under there. She's really, really nice! I thought Rin was really nice too, and I think she still is just... not like I thought. 

"You think I'm a good ninja?" I blinked. She nodded. "And a good person?" I blinked, sitting up slightly. She nodded again. "And I'm smart?" I tilted my head.

"Okay, well that's questionable." Ethelia pursed her lips. "You're smart, but you're not a quick thinker yet."

"Yet?" I wiped at my eyes, looking down at her. Does she think I will be a quick thinker one day? 

"Yeah, I think you will be. Don't you think Minato and Kakashi used to mess up when they first started? I'm definitely not a quick thinker." She snorted slightly at herself, shaking her head. "You're faster than I am. Fast in general. And you also have a compassion I think I may lack." She said, but I don't think she lacks compassion at all. She came here, didn't she?

"And you think I'm... cute?" My cheeks flared with heat. A girl has never called me cute before! Ethelia, looking at her, is sort of pretty! Well, she is pretty. Rin wears make up and stuff, but Ethelia doesn't, and she doesn't work super hard on her hair or wear super nice clothes. I think that's why it's harder to realize how pretty she is at first, but if you really look at her, she's super nice looking. 

"Yeah, yeah, don't let it go to your head." She rolled her eyes at me, and I smiled a little, feeling encouraged.

Ethelia doesn't think I'm a bad ninja. She doesn't think I'm an idiot. She thinks I'm a good person. She doesn't think I'm ugly and she thinks I'm funny. Rin just isn't the fit for me, I guess. That's what she said, and apparently she sucks at lying. 

I think... I'll choose to believe her. 

"Thanks, Ethelia." I smiled. Her nose crinkled as though I'd just insulted her. I smiled wider. "Thanks a bunch."

"...That was disgustingly heartfelt. I'm going to go."

"H-Hey, wait for me!"