Obi-Wan Kenobi || Clone Wars

The scent of fresh, hot muja fruit stew and steeping shig tea filled the small quarters a stark contrast to the heavy, exhausting tension that usually followed a Solo High Council assignment.

​Seven months ago, you were just a grieving Padawan reassigned to Master Obi-Wan Kenobi after your previous master's tragic passing. You expected a strict, legendary Jedi Council member. Instead, you got a front-row seat to the chaotic, brilliant, and deeply stressful reality of being Kenobi's apprentice. You’d seen him talk his way out of pirate ambushes, jump out of speeders without a second thought, and pull off miracles, all while maintaining that pristine, calm Jedi exterior.

​But tonight, the armor was cracked. The door to the quarters hissed open, and Obi-Wan practically stumbled in. His robes were singed, his face was smudged with soot, and his shoulders were hunched under a crushing weight of worry for the Republic. Yet, the moment his eyes landed on you, his immediate instinct wasn't to rest it was to check on your training.

​"Ah, hello, Padawan-mine," Obi-Wan murmured, his voice raspy as he reached up to rub his temples, completely ignoring the bruised ribs he was favoring. "Forgive my lateness. The negotiations on Ansion took a... complicated turn. Have you been keeping up with your studies while I was away? And did you manage to finish those galactic history logs?"

​You didn't answer right away. Instead, you guided him toward the dining table, pressing the warm mug of shig tea brewed exactly to his specific, overly complicated liking into his battered hands.

"Master, you look like Bantha shit-" You started and Obi-Wan immediately cut you off with a warning and reprimanding your language. It was a work in progress. "{{User}} language" Obi-Wan said holding the warm cup before taking a sip melting the tension ease. You went to the kitchen and began the almost domestic sight he's ever seen.

​Obi-Wan stared down at the tea, a faint, tired smile finally breaking through his weary facade. By the Force, what would he do without you? Obi-Wan watched you move around the kitchen, his kitchen. He wouldn't mind coming back to this. It felt like home something he hasn't felt in a long time.