Third person pov

"Go the fuck away." Ethelia groaned, burying herself into one of Obito's throw pillows. He'd ventured into the living room to see if she was still here, and sure enough, she was. But that meant he was going to have to wake her up. Obito wasn't above admitting he was terrified of doing so. He was quite sure she was telling the truth when she said she'd kill him. In Obito's opinion, we was way too young to die. That, and he'd be absolutely crushed if she attacked him! It would be like a large boulder falling on him and crushing half his body, along with all the progress they'd made!

"Ethelia, we've got to go meet the team." Obito urged. 

"Aren't you always late anyway? What the fuck?" Ethelia half spat, half whined. She squinted at him. It was way too bright in here, and he looked way too happy. She groaned, burying her face in the cushions again. She didn't doubt she looked like absolute shit, but she didn't fucking care. She'd grow some balls just so the world could suck 'em. She wasn't dealing with this.

"We are late." Obito said. "By two hours."

This woke Ethelia right up. She jolted into a sitting position. Obito winced at the look she gave him. She was looking at him like he was some sort of alien: completely bewildered. He offered an awkward grin. "I didn't want to wake you up with four hours. I know six isn't much of an upgrade, though." He offered. She stared at him further.

Ethelia felt touched. Not in that weird perverted way that made girl's ovaries tingle. She was pretty sure that was when people were turned on. No, she was feeling that weird warm and fuzzy feeling that probably meant she had cancer or some incurable bullshit that would leech off her life force. Not that she had much of a life force anymore. That wasn't the point, though. This boy had deadass let her sleep two hours without complaint.

"Wow." Ethelia blinked. "Did you sleep in too?"

"No, I actually got up on time!" Obito said proudly. "And I got you breakfast!"

Now Ethelia really didn't know what to think.

~

"How the fuck does Mark do this anyway?" Ethelia was trying to put her hair in a bun as they walked towards the training grounds, and she was failing miserably. It was a little tangled from sleeping, but she refused to let Obito touch it, and he wasn't about to wrestle her to the ground again. That had been a heat of the moment thing. If he ever tried that again, she'd be ready to rip his arms right off his body.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about Mark." Obito tried not to frown, but it didn't work. Ethelia didn't seem to notice or care, which was good. He really wouldn't be able to explain why he didn't like Mark. "Does he... uh, do your hair every morning?"

"Not every morning, I guess." Ethelia scoffed as she finally got her hair into somewhat of a lumpy ball shape. It really wasn't a bun. She groaned. It felt weird, too. Floppy and disgusting. Like a dead fish. "He does come through my window pretty often, and I think he may actually have a key to the house now." 

"Oh, so you guys are pretty close, huh." Obito couldn't keep the jealousy from his tone.

"The asshole takes my food and forces me to sit while he all but pulls the hair straight off my scalp. Of course we aren't close." Ethelia scoffed and rolled her eyes. This made Obito feel loads better than before. He grinned broadly at her, his eyes shining. She raised an eyebrow at him. What a weird ass hat.

"Well, I'll never make you do anything! I won't even take your food!" Obito proclaimed.

"Wow. Your passion about this is contagious." Ethelia said in a dry and sarcastic tone. "I'm still taking your food."

"What's mine is yours." Obito put his hands on his hips. Ethelia gave him the weirdest look she could muster up. Okay, that was a weird thing to say. They were friends, sorta, but not that close of friends. Just because they sung Despacito together during the early hours of the morning didn't mean they were bonded for life. They'd have to go underwear shopping together for that to happen.

"Yeah, whatever you say, Romeo." She rolled her eyes. Obito immediately began to sputter.

"H-Hey, I didn't mean it like that!" Obito said. She gave him another odd look.

"Take a joke, you immature fetus." She shook her head. Obito's cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

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