Naruto Various x Reader/OC/Ship [One Shots & Lemons]

Yours - Obito x reader

Thump, thump, thump.

The heavy bass of the music beat to a staccato rhythm that matched the thump of his heart to perfection. His empty fingers twitched, the muscles pulling taut and stretching the skin until the veins became a prominent warning of his darkening mood. Why had he agreed to this? It never ended well for him...

He took another long pull on his beer, the bitter taste coating his tongue and sliding down his throat to ease the fires that were slowly spreading into every crevice of his soul, soon they would be out of control. An inferno of emotions that could, and would erupt at any moment.

His obsidian eyes blazed with their dark flames, the last of his restraint was hanging by a mere thread and he knew that when it finally snapped his eyes would shine like a crimson beacon in the dimly lit room. With jaw set, Obito watched the masses of writhing bodies.

A sea of flailing limbs that ebbed and flowed like playful waves to the pounding music. There were at least thirty people crowded on the dancefloor but his eyes were fixed on one particular body. He could care less about the young couples that ground just a little too wantonly to be decent. He had no time for the groups of pretty girls that batted their doe-like eyes at the watching males, trying to lure them in like sirens calling to doomed sailors. Nor did he care for the males that lined the edge of the space, sly smirks spread across their smug faces as they whispered likely disgusting comments about the females in their sights.

No – none of that mattered when he could watch you.

Obito had been friends with you longer than he could remember, grown-up together and practically inseparable since you were both old enough to walk and talk. The love you shared was obvious, and everyone in your friendship group knew it, but it had changed in the last two years. Now it was not the love of two friends that were bound so tightly that they could be one person, for Obito it had not been enough. He wanted you in a way he had never wanted anyone before.

He had had his fair share of girlfriends, and you had certainly attracted the attention of numerous boys over the years. None of them had been good enough for you, no one ever would be. The times he had spent enduring the company of idiotic boys that did not treat you the way you deserved, all whilst he sat there with teeth clenched and a tight grip on his knee to stop him from reaching out for their damn throats, it seemed never-ending.

There had never been a girl that was able to hold his attention long enough, no one could compare to your wickedly sharp sense of humour, the way you took none of his moody bullshit, forcing him out of his shell and into endless adventures. Obito was unsure how different he would be today if it had not been for your influence in his life.

Would he be pursuing his career in law?

Would he have joined the college swim team?

Would he ever have had the nerve to stick his head above the parapet, refusing to accept things that were ethically wrong and actively seeking to make a difference?

Now at twenty-two respectively, your friendship had become strained. No longer could he stand by the wayside as men attempted to woo you, the ever constant shoulder to cry on when things did not work out as he had known they wouldn't. It hurt too much. Each new face that he was introduced to was simply another blade to his heart, and there soon would be no space left for another.

He knew that you felt it too – felt him pulling away. Texts went longer between replies, unanswered calls that were never returned and social events that were declined so he did not have to suffer in your presence. Obito was withdrawing into himself, locking himself away in order to protect his heart, or what was left of it.