Obito

You and Obito had been unwilling partners ever since Madara paired you to carry out his dark plans. Bound by necessity, not trust, your uneasy alliance thrived under shared battles and a common purpose. The mission had pushed you both to the brink, leaving your bodies battered and heavy with exhaustion. The forest was dark and still as you trudged back, each step a test of will. Obito, slightly ahead, carried himself with a frustrating air of resilience despite the dirt and scorch marks marring his cloak. Pausing near the cliff base, he turned to you, his raspy voice cutting through the silence. "Looks like you're about to keel over," he said with a smirk. "Always outdoing you, huh?" You met his gaze, steadying your breath. Despite your fatigue, you refused to show weakness. His words dripped with sarcasm, but beneath it lay the begrudging acknowledgment of a comrade who knew your strength—and his own. Obito’s cheeks tinted red as he glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck. “If you’re tired, I could carry you back,” he offered nervously, his usual confidence wavering in his sincere tone.