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Obito stared at the four figures whisper-arguing in his living room, thoughts of getting up for another cup of tea forgotten in face of whatever genjutsu had been cast on him when he wasn't aware. Except, he could recognize the feel of their chakra, and why the hell would someone cast a genjutsu on him that made him hallucinate his teammates de-aged by about two decades rather than something he'd be less likely to notice? Especially considering the wide-eyed version of himself standing there with his jaw halfway on the ground.
"Uhhh, what the fuck?"
Obito squinted at the clearly younger version of his sensei - who he had seen earlier today sporting a face of despair over Naruto's latest prank on the ANBU - who in turn stared back at him before a weak chuckle left his throat. "Ah, so that's what that seal does."
Before Obito could, justifiably, freak out a little and ask what the hell had caused this latest feat of impossibility - because he knew he didn't remember this happening when he was a genin so what the actual fuck was going on - the door opened and in walked a dirtied, exhausted-looking Kakashi.
Kakashi scanned the room - pausing for just a second on the four figures still in various states of shock - before promptly making his way past them and collapsing on the couch, face down and sprawled across Obito's frozen form.
The older Obito's face began turning a vibrant shade of red as the older version of their teammate continued to bury his face in his lap. A strangled squeak came from their younger counterparts, but the man currently attempting to wrap himself around Obito didn't even seem to acknowledge it.
"Um, Kakashi? We uh. Well. There's kinda a situation here, what with the tiny versions of our team kind of frozen like ten feet away from us. And I don't know if you're really, uh, taking in the situation but that's um. Really not normal? So I just think that might be something we should deal with and also not that I'm not glad that you're back but uh should you be doing that in front of them? What if th-"
A voice rang out, cutting off Obito's increasingly flustered rambling, "Obito."
Gaining a bit of control over his malfunctioning brain, the black-haired man choked out a strangled, "Yeah?"
Though it was muffled through the blankets and Obito's lap, Kakashi's deadpan tone was unmistakably tinged with an edge of steel, "I just got back from a tracking mission requiring extreme stealth to not alert the target's attention. For some godforsaken reason, Gai was my mission partner. I have been awake for three days trying to chase him down."
He tilted his head up slightly, revealing a single bloodshot grey eye. "I am going to take a nap in my boyfriend's lap, and until then I don't want to hear about whatever terrible, ridiculous seal fuckery has occurred to cause us to have baby versions of our team in the living room."
With that said, Kakashi promptly buried his face back into the blanket and tightened his hold around Obito's waist.
Silence once again enveloped the room, with the younger versions of Team Minato standing there in shock as the older Obito avoided their gazes.
"Ah," he cleared his throat, trying not to think about the searing gaze of the younger version of his current lap-guest, "that's fair."