He sensed Obito coming - of course he did, what sort of shinobi would he be if he didn't sense himself being followed? A pretty damn pathetic one, that's what - muscles tensing beneath his jacket.

There was never any knowing what Obito might try, given his mood and whether Kakashi was showing any signs at all of vulnerability - which sometimes was something as simple as the stance he took.

Choosing to ignore the anticipation that prickled over his skin, Kakashi raised a shoulder languidly, let it drop.

"It was fine."