Smiling crookedly, Kakashi adjusts his charcoal-grey tie. Obito resists the urge to roll his eyes. "How like you, to buy a tie the color of your eyes," he sighs. He tosses Kakashi's suit jacket over the white-haired man's face. The jacket, like the pants and tie, is charcoal. Kakashi has, for some unknown reason, matched his entire suit to his eyes.

"Sakura-chan bought the tie," Kakashi says with his signature eye smile. He pulls his jacket on and looks at Obito smugly. Obito still isn't sure how Minato-sensei convinced him to be Kakashi's bodyguard. If anyone is going to kill Kakashi, it's Obito.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Kakashi, for the love of god, please tell me you aren't interested in Sasuke's girlfriend."

The look Kakashi gives him is too innocent. He's definitely hiding something. "Maa, I didn't know they were official?"

Obito sighs. "Shut up. You're late, let's go." He'll deal with Sasuke and Sakura and Kakashi later; right now, he needs to get Kakashi to his meeting. And pray he isn't late to dinner. He leads the way out of Kakashi's office and down the stairs, stopping just in front of the doors. He looks Kakashi up and down, making sure his friend looks alright for the paparazzi. "Zetsu," he says, scanning the exits, just to be safe, "how are we looking from above?" There's no one Obito would rather have watching his back than Zetsu – unless Konan is available, but more often than not, she's with Nagato at their bakery, not in the field with him.

Zetsu's voice is clear and quiet in Obito's earpiece: "No visible threats, but there are more cameras than usual. The car is waiting, just get him from the doors to the street and everything will be fine." Obito nods even though Zetsu can't see – he's on a higher floor, looking down at the street below to find potential threats.

"Ready to go?" Obito asks Kakashi. The white haired man adjusts his jacket, then smiles.

"Always am," he says, and for a minute, Obito thinks he sees a bit of the old Kakashi, the one who had read porn in public and all but begged Jiraiya-sensei to sign his collection of "tastefully erotic romance novels" and had wanted nothing more than to stay at home with his dogs every day. "What?" Kakashi asks, and Obito realizes belatedly that he's been staring.

"I just can't believe it," he says honestly. "Hatake Kakashi, candidate for Prime Minister. You always were Minato-sensei's favorite," he accuses.

"Sasuke's too," Kakashi deadpans. "But Kushina always liked you more; Tsunade-hime, too, I think." He smiles again, and Obito rolls his eyes before smiling back.

"Jiraiya's her favorite, now," Obito replies, opening the door for Kakashi. "I still can't believe she actually agreed to marry him."

Kakashi smiles, a bit tightly – he's never liked this part, Obito knows, the paparazzi snapping pictures and reporters clamoring for an interview – and argues, "Being her husband doesn't make him her favorite. It just means that Tsunade can't punch him for flirting with her anymore."

Obito does his best to shield Kakashi from the photographers, but Kakashi is – irritatingly – taller, and that's not exactly Obito's job description, anyways. He opens the door for Kakashi and slides in after him. "Home," Obito tells the driver.

Kakashi glances at his watch. "You'll be late if you come with me," Kakashi protests.

"Can't let you go alone; Jiraiya's orders," Obito says, frowning as he looks at the time. It's still odd, taking orders from Jiraiya, even though it's been three years and really, Obito should be used to it by now. But he'd rarely seen Jiraiya serious before beginning to work under him.

"Have Kisame take me, then." Obito glances over at Kakashi, unsurprised to see him reading the newest Icha Icha book – Kakashi may act like a decent human being in front of the public, but not much has changed in private.

"He might be busy," Obito reminds Kakashi. "Itachi had a day off, I think they went to Disneyland."

Kakashi snorts. "Call him," he says. "I doubt Itachi lasted two hours there. It's not really his style, is it?"

Sighing, Obito does as he is told. Kisame doesn't pick up, so Obito calls Itachi. It rings twice, and then a familiar voice snaps, "The hell do you want, Tobi?"

"You should really be nicer to me," Obito says, sighing again. "I let you live in my apartment for three years, Kisame. Three years. Do you know how many times I came home to find you and Itachi making out on the couch?" In the background, Obito can hear Itachi laughing.

"You kicked me out," Kisame retaliates.

"Because I'm moving into a real house," Obito re-explains, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And you're moving in with Itachi, so you really shouldn't complain. Now," he says, growing steadily more irritated, "I need you to meet us at –" Obito looks to Kakashi, who simply points out the window. Oh. The car's stopped. Lovely. "Meet us at Ramen Ichiraku and take Kakashi home."

There's some muffled cursing on the other line, and something that sounds like a puppy yelping – Obito figures it's just Kisame, as usual – and then Itachi's smooth voice comes through the phone. "Obito-nii, Kisame will be there in five minutes." He can still hear Kisame swearing, but Obito smiles regardless.

"Thanks, Tachi. I'll see you soon." He hangs up before Kisame gets the phone back.

Fifteen minutes later, Obito has successfully made it home, and even had time to buy flowers on the way. Now, he's questioning that decision. Are flowers too dumb? Too juvenile? Girls like flowers, right? He texts all his questions to Konan. Her reply is uninspiring: stop freaking out m8. Obito squints at his phone. He's 90 percent sure Yahiko texted instead of Konan. His phone buzzes again, and Obito relaxed. Konan's texted again, and this reply is a bit more helpful: Yahi took my phone. Flowers are fine, don't worry. You'll do great. Stop by the bakery tomorrow and tell me how it goes.

"Obito?"

Obito almost drops the flowers, he's so startled. He looks up and smiles, ignoring the loud pounding of his heart. "Hey Rin," he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I didn't hear you come in." He grabs the flowers and holds them out, scratching his cheek anxiously and wondering how the hell movies make this look so easy.

Rin accepts the flowers with an easy smile, and looks up at him. "Thanks." She sets the bouquet down and leans against the counter beside him. "What're you making?"

He goes back to cutting the bread, blushing as her shoulder brushes against his. "Pasta," he says, glancing down at her. He's acutely aware of the small box in his pocket and hopes she doesn't brush up against it by accident. "Is that alright?" He decides against telling her that Kisame had made both the pasta and the sauce, and Konan had baked the bread – in truth, all he had done was throw together a salad, and Itachi had helped with that. But none of the Uchiha – except Mikoto and maybe, maybe Shisui – had ever claimed to be good at cooking, so he doesn't think Rin would mind.

While they eat, Obito waits for the perfect moment. He's nervous, though – incredibly nervous, even though he really doesn't have reason to be. And Rin's not stupid, she probably knows what he's planning, which makes him feel worse. He wants to ask her, but he can't bring himself to. His heart is pounding so loudly it's all he can hear. He's almost resigned himself to trying again another day when he sees the small flash of disappointment in Rin's eyes. She's going to leave soon, he knows; she has work early the next morning and he should really let her go, but he can't. "Do you want to watch a movie?" he blurts, blushing and stumbling over his words as though they've only been dating for three days and not three years. He's beyond relieved when Rin smiles and agrees to stay.

Somehow, in the middle of the movie, Rin's head ends up in his lap. Obito slides his fingers through her hair and watches her as she watches the movie. She shifts, and her head bumps against the box in his pocket. Obito's heart stops. Rin looks up at him, confused, and is about to say something. Obito interrupts. "Hey Rin-chan," he says in what he prays is a casual voice, "do you want to get married?"

Rin bolts upright, eyes widening. "What?" she asks after a minute, breathless and blushing. Her hair is a mess from his fingers, poofing out around her face. He brushes her hair out of her eyes and pulls the ring box out of his pocket.

"Do you want to get married?" he repeats, opening it. Rin looks from his face to the ring a few times, and maybe she hadn't known he was going to propose? Finally, she all but launches herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

"Yes," she says, laughing. "Yes, I want to marry you!"

Obito just smiles and buries his face in her hair.

So yeah... This is kinda.. eh. I had a really hard time writing this chapter. In case it was unclear, this is three years after the last chapter. Obito and Rin have been dating. I just really wanted to write him proposing to her, and I felt like that was a good place to end. I'll be marking the story complete, but I may occasionally post little extra thingies, like, snapshots into their lives. Thanks again to everyone who followed, favorited, and reviewed! Also, everyone who read! I'll be posting the first chapter of my Minato/Kushina story, New Girl! soon, so keep an eye out for that if you're interested. I had fun writing this story (and hope the ending wasn't too terrible) and I hope you all enjoyed reading it~