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Obito was curled in bed, the blanket tightly around him, as winter came, so did the cold, and Obito really didn't want a cold right now. Even though they couldn't do the Tsukoyumi, he was surprisingoy still alive and well. Madara killed most shinobis and for some reason decided to keep Obito alive.
He snored lightly, a shiver ran through his body as a cold hand touched his face.
Another cold hand took his other side and moved his head, so that side won't lie in the pillow.
Obito's eyes fluttered open, still sleepy, he vaguely made up the figure of a man with long black hair in front of him.
"... Too close" he groaned, and tried to lay his head back in the pillow, but the hands stopped him.
A thumb from the left hand that was caressing his scarred side trailed down towards the jawline. The hand slowly followed, now holding his chin.
Obito' blinked slowly and tried to gather his blurry vision.
He nearly let out an unholy screech as he realized the man was Madara.
No he didn't let out a squeak instead!
"Madara? " the man in questioned hummed in response "what do you want? "
Obito sank back in bed as Madara takes his hands off his face. The man then pushes the blanket away. Obito shivers as cold air hits his skin (ever since he got those cells, that part was so much more sensitive to temperature than usually).
With one hand, Madara drags Obito up by one pull, now in a sitting position, he was quite annoyed as he just wanted some sleep.
"I've came to steal you" Madara mutters, looking hella drunk now that Obito actually looked.
Is this the moment where Madara kills him? Atleast do that after his sleep!
With one successful pull, Obito ends up being carried by Madara, his head on the other's shoulder, his legs scramble to hold onto his hips and he quickly puts his arms around the neck.
To say the man was cold, would be an understatement. He clearly spend too long outside where it was snowing heavily.
"You can't steal me-" he began, quickly shutting his mouth as he saw from the corner of his eye, Madara glaring at him.
Obito spend that night being held tightly by a man who considered him 'warm' (a drunk madara was an affectionate madara apparently).