Mmm log - short log
Who - Orochimaru and Obito
Where - Science classroom
When - After a lesson?
What - Talking.
Warnings - Molesting. Ridiculously short.
Obito usually managed to be the first person out of science, if only because he was terrified of Orochimaru.
Today, he was not so lucky. He'd spilled the contents of his backpack on the floor, and while he was scrambling to pick up what had fallen, the classroom had emptied.
Mentally cursing, he shoved his phone into his bag and bolted for the door.
Ah, ah, ah! Orochimaru was sitting with his legs crossed, languidly, in a chair as he watched Obito pick up his things, making him one of the last people to leave.
"Ah, Obito-kun," he called as the teen headed for the door, voice almost sing-song with some sadistic plot brewing under the surface.
Oh God.
Turning around, and smiling hesitantly, Obito forced himself to remain calm. His hands twitched for his eye drops, he could have sworn there was something in them.
"Ahhh, Orochimaru-sensei. . . . . class was fine today. I need to get to my next class, so. . . " OhgodohgodohgodOHGOD.
"I'm sure they won't mind that you're late." In his hand he held a piece of paper, angry notes scribbled in red pen over answers. Orochimaru stood up, slowly walking towards the teen, paper in hand still. "Do you know what this is?"
"Ahhh, a very red test paper?" offered Obito, praying silently that it wasn't his. He knew, of course, it prrobably was, science really wasn't his strong subject and he was always nervous and sick around Orochimaru. . . .
Terrified was what he was at this particular moment, however.
"Comedy. Will not get you far in science, Obito-kun." It was almost a shame, all Uchiha were such... prizes, yet Obito seemed nothing like them. He handed the paper to Obito, his five foot eight height seeming strangely tall as his eyes glinted, focused on Obito's body.
Obito took the paper, and cringed. So it was his very red test paper. Great. Well, he'd passed. .. barely, but he had! That was something. Ugh. He hated science.
Looking up from the test paper, he noted how Orochimaru was looking at him, and swallowed hard.
Oh God this man was creepy.
Orochimaru did not like barely passing with his students, though he should be grateful if any of them passed, really. He drummed his fingers on the bench lightly, waiting for Obito to say something.
"I expect your next result to be a vast improvement on this or I shall have to employ measures of making you study that I'd rather not." Well, more that Obito would rather him not (getting in touch with the family, keeping him for extra lessons...)
Obito cringed. "Of course, sir," he said. " I mean, I'll study harder and work harder so my next assignment will be a vast improvement." He tried smiling again, that way he could pretend that it wasn't as bad as it seemed.
He knew why he'd done so poorly on this test, he'd been up working on some music for chorus and sewing and there hadn't been much time for sleep, and really. .. . well, some things were more important then science.
Like everything.
"I hope to see that proof in the next test, your midterm." Orochimaru moved towards the door to seemingly open it, the children outside were making a racket that could be heard through into the room as they queued for the lesson.
"O-of course, sensei. I won't let you down," said Obito, edging slowly towards the door. Maybe he could ask one of his cousins for help (ehhh, Itachi was scary but maybe Shisui would know? He took this class last year. . . . )
Orochimaru opened the door, leaving it open for Obito to pass through as he stared down his next class, quietening them with a look.
That was it? He was getting away? Oh thank GOD. Obito wanted to cry with joy. He could feel the tears welling in his eyes, so he probably would.
"Ahh, thank you sir," he said, scootching out.
Smirking, Orochimaru let Obito pass, his hand moving from his side momentarily, brushing against the small of Obito's back, and... a little further.
Oh yes, there were many things he liked about Uchihas.
Obito yelped and turned around, and STARED at Orochimaru. Had he.. . and. . . wait.
Had he just. . . !!!
"What was that???" he blurted out loud.
Orochimaru's brow rose questioningly. "I've no idea what you're talking about, Obito-kun. Now... run along."
Obito visibly shuddered, and turned, running to his next class. Ugh. Orochimaru. . . he'd. . . ugh. Ew. Ewwww. Creepy and gross did not BEGIN to cover it.
He would have laughed, had it not seemed odd, instead Orochimaru merely smirked as he watched Obito run off, letting his class filter in, glaring threateningly as they broke out into curious whispers.
Where - Science classroom
When - After a lesson?
What - Talking.
Warnings - Molesting. Ridiculously short.
Obito usually managed to be the first person out of science, if only because he was terrified of Orochimaru.
Today, he was not so lucky. He'd spilled the contents of his backpack on the floor, and while he was scrambling to pick up what had fallen, the classroom had emptied.
Mentally cursing, he shoved his phone into his bag and bolted for the door.
Ah, ah, ah! Orochimaru was sitting with his legs crossed, languidly, in a chair as he watched Obito pick up his things, making him one of the last people to leave.
"Ah, Obito-kun," he called as the teen headed for the door, voice almost sing-song with some sadistic plot brewing under the surface.
Oh God.
Turning around, and smiling hesitantly, Obito forced himself to remain calm. His hands twitched for his eye drops, he could have sworn there was something in them.
"Ahhh, Orochimaru-sensei. . . . . class was fine today. I need to get to my next class, so. . . " OhgodohgodohgodOHGOD.
"I'm sure they won't mind that you're late." In his hand he held a piece of paper, angry notes scribbled in red pen over answers. Orochimaru stood up, slowly walking towards the teen, paper in hand still. "Do you know what this is?"
"Ahhh, a very red test paper?" offered Obito, praying silently that it wasn't his. He knew, of course, it prrobably was, science really wasn't his strong subject and he was always nervous and sick around Orochimaru. . . .
Terrified was what he was at this particular moment, however.
"Comedy. Will not get you far in science, Obito-kun." It was almost a shame, all Uchiha were such... prizes, yet Obito seemed nothing like them. He handed the paper to Obito, his five foot eight height seeming strangely tall as his eyes glinted, focused on Obito's body.
Obito took the paper, and cringed. So it was his very red test paper. Great. Well, he'd passed. .. barely, but he had! That was something. Ugh. He hated science.
Looking up from the test paper, he noted how Orochimaru was looking at him, and swallowed hard.
Oh God this man was creepy.
Orochimaru did not like barely passing with his students, though he should be grateful if any of them passed, really. He drummed his fingers on the bench lightly, waiting for Obito to say something.
"I expect your next result to be a vast improvement on this or I shall have to employ measures of making you study that I'd rather not." Well, more that Obito would rather him not (getting in touch with the family, keeping him for extra lessons...)
Obito cringed. "Of course, sir," he said. " I mean, I'll study harder and work harder so my next assignment will be a vast improvement." He tried smiling again, that way he could pretend that it wasn't as bad as it seemed.
He knew why he'd done so poorly on this test, he'd been up working on some music for chorus and sewing and there hadn't been much time for sleep, and really. .. . well, some things were more important then science.
Like everything.
"I hope to see that proof in the next test, your midterm." Orochimaru moved towards the door to seemingly open it, the children outside were making a racket that could be heard through into the room as they queued for the lesson.
"O-of course, sensei. I won't let you down," said Obito, edging slowly towards the door. Maybe he could ask one of his cousins for help (ehhh, Itachi was scary but maybe Shisui would know? He took this class last year. . . . )
Orochimaru opened the door, leaving it open for Obito to pass through as he stared down his next class, quietening them with a look.
That was it? He was getting away? Oh thank GOD. Obito wanted to cry with joy. He could feel the tears welling in his eyes, so he probably would.
"Ahh, thank you sir," he said, scootching out.
Smirking, Orochimaru let Obito pass, his hand moving from his side momentarily, brushing against the small of Obito's back, and... a little further.
Oh yes, there were many things he liked about Uchihas.
Obito yelped and turned around, and STARED at Orochimaru. Had he.. . and. . . wait.
Had he just. . . !!!
"What was that???" he blurted out loud.
Orochimaru's brow rose questioningly. "I've no idea what you're talking about, Obito-kun. Now... run along."
Obito visibly shuddered, and turned, running to his next class. Ugh. Orochimaru. . . he'd. . . ugh. Ew. Ewwww. Creepy and gross did not BEGIN to cover it.
He would have laughed, had it not seemed odd, instead Orochimaru merely smirked as he watched Obito run off, letting his class filter in, glaring threateningly as they broke out into curious whispers.