And with that lovely revelation, Hinata follows both teacher and teammate to Obito’s apartment. She really had thought that she was already well equipped to deal with people getting her drunk, Obito knew better than share sensitive information with a thirteen year old. But here she was sitting on a couch a cup of something alcoholic in one hand. It’s mostly still untouched, she’d had a sip and hasn’t even brought the cup anywhere near her lips since. She doesn’t like the taste of it, or the way it seems to burn going down.

It’s almost enough to make her begin the process all over again and ask if she really needs to do this. Just because she’s relatively safe for the night from daddy dearests wrath doesn’t mean she finds the idea of binge drinking particularly enticing. Swirling the liquid in the cup she looks up at Obito silently questioning.

“I still don’t think this is a good idea.”