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"NO! WAIT! Better come here!" Deidara shouted, catching Obito just as he made a dash for the door.
"We still have to finish the project!" he added, trying to steer the conversation away from the disaster, laziness momentarily overpowering his embarrassment.
Reluctantly, Obito turned back, and they both sat in silence, hands busy with glue and spaghetti, working steadily for a full hour.
Finally, Deidara paused, glancing at Obito with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "You… you know, don’t you?"
Obito hesitated, his throat dry. "Uh… about your… uhm… OnlyFans?"
Deidara’s eyes went wide, almost comically so, like they were about to pop right out of his skull. "Oh my god! I only said that to see if you really knew something! Not that you’d actually tell me! You… you’ve seen my ass, you fucking pervert?!"
Obito froze, caught between mortification and helpless laughter, as Deidara’s face burned an alarming shade of crimson.
Obito laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "No! I—uh—what I mean is! It’s that! Kakashi told me and—and so! I just wanted to know—!"
Deidara’s frown deepened, his patience evaporating. "SPEAK CLEARLY! I DON’T UNDERSTAND YOU! WHO THE FUCK IS KAKASHI?!"
Obito’s eyes widened. "Uh… he’s… a friend! From school! I mean—classmate! He… um… mentioned stuff… and I just… I didn’t mean to—"
Deidara threw his hands up, groaning in frustration, his face a perfect storm of red-hot embarrassment and barely-contained rage. "GOD, STOP RAMBLING! YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE!"
Deidara groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "You’re such an idiot! Why would you even… Ugh!" He buried his face in his hands, muttering something unintelligible.
Obito, in a moment of clumsy bravery, stepped closer. "I’m… really sorry! I didn’t want to—uh—embarrass you!"
Deidara peeked through his fingers, his glare now mixed with… confusion? Maybe curiosity? "You’re so lucky I’m lazy today. But… seriously, don’t ever mention this to anyone else."
Obito nodded vigorously, trying not to hyperventilate. "I… I won’t! Promise!"
And for a brief moment, the tension hung in the air—but it wasn’t just embarrassment anymore. It was the faintest spark of something… unspoken.
Deidara groaned, dragging a hand down his face like he’d just survived a natural disaster. “You… you actually saw them, didn’t you?”
Obito froze mid-chew on a stray spaghetti strand, eyes wide. “Uh… yeah. I guess?”
Deidara’s glare could have melted steel. “…And…?”
“And… what?” Obito stammered, genuinely confused.
Deidara threw his hands up. “At least… at least you liked the pictures?”
Obito blinked. Then blinked again. Then, with all the tact and subtlety of a brick through a window, he muttered, “…Uh… yeah. I guess. I’d fuck you if I got the chance.”
There was a beat. A long beat. The kind of silence where you could hear the glue gun from the other room squealing in despair.
Deidara’s jaw dropped. “WHAT—”
Obito, panicking, waved his hands like he was fending off invisible bees. “Wait, I mean—I didn’t mean like—uh—ugh, nevermind!”
Deidara just tilted his head, expression somewhere between pure horror and incredulous fascination. Still, a mini smirk appeared in his mouth. "Tell me more..."
“…And you’re the hottest one I’ve accidentally embarrassed for an hour straight,” Obito shot back, like a man possessed by bad ideas.
Deidara groaned, falling back onto the bed, one hand over his face. “You’re… impossible. Absolutely… impossible.”
Obito looked at Deidara "So... uhm, what does that mean?"
Deidara looked at Obito, and launched himself at him.
The delivery day finally arrived. Deidara and Obito stood side by side, staring at their pasta bridge among the others like proud, slightly bewildered parents. Around them, other bridges groaned and collapsed under a few kilos of weight, eliciting gasps, sighs, and exclamations from the crowd.
Finally, it was their turn. They held their breath as the first weights were carefully placed on their creation. Cracks formed, the structure shivered—but somehow, it held. One… two weights… then a third. And then—snap! Their bridge gave way before reaching ten kilos, holding only two three-kilo weights.
Deidara and Obito froze, staring at the wreckage in stunned silence. Their expressions were a curious mix: disappointment, indifference, and something dangerously close to the urge for a shootout.
Obito looked at Deidara. "wanna go for a beer?"
"Bet."