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sanrioomiku · 7 months ago

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Tobidei week day 1: fanboy

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I feel bad i don’t have anything to post so here’s a draft of a fanfic i wrote when i was 15-16. I still think it’s kinda cute lol and i think younger me was pretty funny for coming up with this.

Content warning: not established tobidei…yet. Other ships mentioned, cliffhanger

Obito glanced to the digital clock on his desk. Six minutes to the show, and here he was stuck in his office. He nearly begged his boss, Madara to let him go early but Madara deemed watching a livestream of your favorite boyband wasn’t a good enough reason to leave work early. In fact he called him pathetic. Obito inwardly sighed as he typed away on his computer. His eyes drooped. What a miserable job. Typing away for eight hours. He glanced at his clock again. Two more minutes. He glanced around his office. He then peeked over his cubicle. Everyone was hunched over their desktops. The pile of paperwork stood menacingly in the corner of his eye. Of course he ignored it.

He’d do it…later. He pulled out his phone, typing in the exact url to the website where their dedicated fans uploaded photos, videos, and even live-streamed for the ones who couldn’t make it to the actual concert. Obito had made a vow to himself that one day before he died, he’d go and actually see them perform, too bad his job was the only barrier keeping him from achieving that dream. There were already four hundred viewers when he clicked on the icon. Obito’s heart jumped seeing the members on the stage. He ignored Sasuke, Sai, and Hidan and only focused on his bias, Deidara.

He cringed as the man started screaming Deidara’s name when the pop star blew a kiss to the crowd. Obito had to turn down his volume as the man behind the camera wouldn’t stop screaming. The guy was totally incompetent. The man was too busy jumping up and down and waving his light stick that Obito couldn’t even see the stage for more than half of the time. At one point the guy even dropped his camera. When he picked up the camera Obito nearly jumped in fear seeing the man’s face. He was one of the top contributors to the website. Calling himself Randamuna kashu’s biggest fan.

Though Obito had seen his face several times he could still never get used to it. It made Obito feel a little better about himself. The guy clearly didn’t take care of himself, with the greasy skin and pimples. Obito couldn’t imagine the smell of the guy. This guy was a different level of degenerate. He was in his late thirties and had an odd obsession with band members, even making pillows of them. He had posted a picture to one of the forums of his bedroom where it was just filled with 4star’s merch and their pictures plastered on his walls. Obito liked the band too but he wasn’t that crazy over them. He shut off the stream.

‘How useless’. He thought. He couldn’t see the band members or hear them from the guys' loud antics. Hopefully in a few hours more videos will be uploaded plus it was time for him to checkout. He grabbed his briefcase, stuffing in the work that he didn’t do. He stepped out his cuticle happy to finally go home and be able to watch the reruns of the show. If he hurried he might be able to watch the last few minutes.

“Obito!” He turned to see Konan waving at him.

“Ah, Konan,” he greeted. She fixed her purse on her shoulder.

“Hey. Me and a few coworkers were going to go for a drink. Want to come?” Obito couldn’t stand his colleagues nor did he want to spend his evening drinking with them when he could be watching 4star’s show. But he also didn’t want his colleagues to think he was a hikikomori. He couldn’t ignore their invitations for much longer. One hour then he’ll head home. He forced a smile.

“Sure.”

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The table was raucous. The mix of alcohol the cheerfulness of it being Friday made the unusual stoic group buzz with excitement. Konan’s blouse was unbuckled and her usual crisp bun had fallen apart. Kisame and Obito had their ties either heads. The only one who remained put together was Sasori and Itachi who stayed quiet sipping their drink. From what he observed, Itachi and sasori could handle their alcohol while Konan and Kisame couldn’t. Konan draped her around Obito’s shoulders pulling him closer.

“Say, you’re not as bad as I thought,” she slurred. She poked his chest. “I thought you were some weird degenerate like Kabuto.” Obito’s face flushed redder than it already was from the several shots of sake he took before as her breasts pressed into his arm.

“Why would you think that?” Kisame barked out a laugh. He pointed at Obito with his cup. It sloshed around dangerously as he moved recklessly. Sasori eyed the larger man warily, even scooting a bit to the wall.

“Don’t take this personal, but you like the type of guy who watches perverted shit and has a collection of anime figurines.” Obito frowned. It sounded more like the guy with 4star obsession. He respected Deidara enough to not beat off- what the hell was he thinking?

“I’m not perverted and I’m not one of those otaku’s,” he protested. Konan giggled.

“Oh come on, you can admit it. We don’t judge. Sasori collects anime figures too.” Sasori set down his drink.

“It’s not anime, they’re Rushton dolls. Antique,” he said matter of factly. Konan scratched her ear.

“Still weird. Aren’t you like almost thirty?” Sasori sucked his teeth.

“Says the one who’s almost thirty and still unmarried.” Konan turned bright red.

“That’s so impolite! Don’t you know you should never talk to a woman like that?” Obito nervously laughed as Konan and Sasori continued to bicker. Obito looked over to Itachi who was nibbling at a chicken skewer seemingly to be unbothered by the entire ordeal.

“Gah! Whatever.” Konan turned to Obito again. “Obito, are you married?”

“Ah, no.”

“How about talking to someone,” Kisame wiggled his eyebrows. Obito took another sip of his drink. He only left his house to work and the only people he talked to were the people on the 4star’s forum. He didn’t put himself out there nor did he make the effort to talk to others. The last time he tried to put himself out there he was rejected. He’d rather be alone anyways. Alone in his sad apartment watching reruns of his favorite concerts.

“No,” he eventually said. Konan nudged him.

“Aww why not? You’re handsome enough.”

“Probably because he’s too busy watching hentai,” Kisame snorted.

“I’m not a pervert!” His slurred words made his voice sound even more pathetic. Kisame howled with laughter slamming his cup onto the table. Konan glared at the broad man.

“Kisame stop. We just got him out of the office. You’re going to scare him away,” she frowned.

“Looks like we’re all in the same boat,” Sasori muttered.

“Single and overworked,” Konan hiccuped. “Gah! Madara has us working twenty four seven. I have zero time to even go on some blind dates. Goddammit! I should be married by now!” she shouted.

Obito took another swig. It seemed his colleagues were going through the same problems as him. All being in their mid and late twenties spending most of their time in work with little time for relationships. Konan nudged him.

“Hey, maybe we should hookup?” Obito choked on his sake. A woman suggesting such things to him was the first. Konan giggled.

“Awwww! He’s shy!” Sasori picked up a chicken skewer.

“Konan, do you have to flirt with every man you see?” Konan pulled Obito into a tighter hug.

“We’re just joking. Aren’t we Obi?” Obito flushed at the nickname.

“Yeah, just jokes,” he coughed. Konan smiled with a flirty tint.

“Good, now hand me your phone.” Without much thought, he gave her his phone. The moment it landed in her manicured hand he froze. Life seemed to go in slow motion as his phone turned on revealing his 4star wallpaper. He shut his eyes. No way this was happening. Konan stared at the phone for a second before she burst into laughter. She turned the phone to the rest of the table.

“Obito likes boy bands!” Obito covered his face as his coworkers heckled at him.

“I knew he was one of those otaku’s!” Kisame banged his fist against the table. Obito peeked through his hands. Even Itachi was smiling. Itachi, of all people, was laughing at him. In fact the entire izakaya seemed to be laughing at the humiliating situation.

“My cousin did that!” He tried to argue.

“Oh please. Let’s not blame it on your innocent cousins,” Sasori snorted. Konan typed away at his phone.

“Ah hah! I got it!” Obito’s eyes widened seeing that Konan had successfully gotten into his phone.

“Hand it back!” He tried to reach over her but his coordination was off from the past drinks, instead knocking over the pitcher of beer onto his lap.

“Shit!” He desperately tried to wipe the stain off his crotch. Sasori rested his face in his hands.

“So which member are you in love with?” Obito opened his mouth but closed it.

“It’s obviously this blond,” Konan spoke up. Konan scrolled through his phone then showed it to the others. Kisame awed.

“Oh, so you like blonds?” Obito nearly died. He quickly grabbed his phone from Konan.

“I like brunettes,” he mumbled. He didn’t really have a specific preference but it made sense to say at the moment. Konan giggled.

“It’s okay. I agree he’s a cutie.” Kisame leaned back in his chair.

“Yeah, I mean I like chicks but he’s definitely attractive. It’s no wonder they’re so popular.” Sasori nodded his head. Obito couldn’t believe what he was thinking. Did they think he liked men? He shook his head.

“That’s not! I just like their music.” Konan took a deep drink.

“You know what the issue is? Everyone is obsessed with pop stars while us normal people rot! I mean what’s the point of obsessing over someone you’ll never be with when you can be a real woman!” She looked over to Obito. “Or man.” Obito put his face into his hands. This was humiliating. He should’ve stayed home and watched the reruns of the concert. Itachi sighed but remained silent as Konan drunkenly ranted about her failing love life.

“Like am I not beautiful enough?” She pushed her boobs up with her hands. Kisame’s eyes bugged out his head while Sasori looked embarrassed. Of course Itachi seemed indifferent as he poured himself another drink.

“Hey guys!” Rin stood in front of their table still dressed in her work attire. Obito’s mouth went dry. He cut a glance to himself. His crotch was wet. His face was flushed and in general looked like a mess. Rin made eye contact with him. They both looked away at the same time. Obito mentally prayed that she didn’t notice the spot on his pants.

Konan picked up a half full cup.

“Hey! Come sit with us!” Rin glanced at Obito who still had his eyes glued on his lap then back at the rest of the drunken crew.

“Um, I don’t know.” Her eyes kept glancing at Obito. Konan reached across the table and pulled Rin in to sit beside Itachi, directly across from Obito.

“Oh come on! Let’s celebrate! Join the single club! konan slurred while pushing a cup of beer towards Rin. Rin nervously laugh but took the cup.

“Well, I guess I can stay for a bit. My friends will here in a bit though.” Obito gripped his knees under the booth. Rin was staying and he still hadn’t found a good excuse to get himself out of this awkward situation. The beer soaked pants didn’t help either. At least the topic of his weird hobby of liking boy bands. Still, he felt stuck. If he got up now, she would most definitely see the stain. The table went into their conversations while Rin and Obito sat quiet with them occasionally distracting themselves with their drinks. Obito had gotten over the rejection from a few weeks ago but seeing her in front of him was anything then pleasant.

“Hey, I hope things aren’t awkward between us,” Rin started. Obito rubbed the back of his head.

“It’s not. No worries.”

“Oh good.” They both looked away clearly lying to one another. Rin opened her mouth to say something else but Obito felt his phone buzz against his thigh. A notification of the forum caught his attention. A fan meet up. He opened the notification to see a girl posed in front of a stage with the members in the background. Obito narrowed his eyes. One of the buildings looked familiar. He paused. They were his city.

Obito abruptly stood up, completely forgetting about the wet spot on his pants. The rest of the table looked up in shock.

“I have to go.” Konan stood up also.

“Wait! Give me your number before you go!” Sasori pulled her back into the seat. Rin watched as Obito rushed out the bar, her eyebrows furrowed.

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Rereading this. I can’t help but laugh. Obito/ Tobi is such a degenerate! I will come back and post the second chapter where he finally gets to meet his idol 👀🤭🩷 anyways happy tobidei week! Hope everyone has fun! :p

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