Meet my husband

Chapter 3

I was about to see him.

My dead teammate, the one I had mourned for years, the one I thought I'd never see again.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

Calmly, I jiggled the door handle and cracked it open. To my surprise, the door was heavy—thick, solid stone, just like the walls. The weight of it somehow added to the tension that was building inside me.

Turning left, I saw the long hallway Obito had described. The walls seemed to close in as I walked, every step echoing in my ears. I tried to calm my nerves, but each step felt like a countdown.

As I neared the end of the hallway, I heard the faint sound of laughter coming from the room ahead. My heart skipped a beat.
What if they're with him? What if—

No, I couldn't think like that. I reached for the doorway, my heart in my throat. Slowly, I poked my head around the corner, my eyes immediately searching the room for him.

I froze in place, my breath catching in my throat. The tall, blue man with fish scales and gills stood at the far side of the room, his imposing figure hard to ignore. Next to him was a silver-haired man, adorned with a necklace, his calm demeanor contrasting the tension I felt. My gaze then shifted, almost unwillingly, to a large, muscular man whose presence seemed to dominate the room. My eyes locked onto him, and I couldn't look away—he stood like a statue, powerful and unmovable.

"Woah, who's the new chic?"

The voice snapped me out of my trance. I glanced down, meeting the gaze of a man with his cloak half open, exposing his broad chest. His eyes roamed over me, unapologetically taking me in from head to toe, making my skin crawl.

I stiffened, the heat of embarrassment rising in my cheeks, but I kept my composure, trying not to let my nerves show. This is it. This is what I'm walking into...?

Obito stepped in, his presence commanding attention, and whispered something in the silver-haired man's ear. The man's eyes briefly flickered to me before he turned away, a slight frown on his face.

Then, Obito turned around with the brightest smile I had ever seen. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" His voice was so full of energy, so genuine, that it sent a wave of warmth through me. Just hearing him, seeing him, made everything feel a little less heavy.

"Morning..." I replied, my voice soft, the weight of everything still lingering in my chest.

Before I could gather my thoughts, Obito wrapped me in a big bear hug, lifting me off the ground. His arms felt like a fortress around me, a place of safety. I instinctively wrapped my arms around him, holding on tightly, praying that this moment wasn't a dream. Praying that he had truly saved me—from the prison, from the turmoil, from the endless pain that had controlled my life for so long.

Maybe this was the beginning of something different. Something better.

"How did you know...?" I pulled away from the hug, my heart still racing as I looked up at him, my face hardening with a stern expression. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

As I waited for him to respond, I took in the details of his face. One eye, scars engraving the left side of his face. Half of his neck showed white skin on the right. His messy, outgrown hair fell unevenly, giving him an almost disheveled look, yet there was something strangely comforting about it.

Obito smiled faintly, but there was a hesitation in his eyes. "Can I tell you later?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed, not liking the vague answer. Later? It felt like an eternity, not knowing how he'd found me, how he knew I was alive, after all this time. But I couldn't help the frustration bubbling inside me as I glanced away, wishing I could just understand everything.