#because my making fun of anakin agenda is my top priority'

[tennessoui]

hanahaki fic aka obi-wan is in love with anakin but also will always tease him

Obi-Wan makes an inquiry into an appointment at the Halls of Healing, so of course Anakin comm calls him an hour later. 

“You know, slicing into a fellow Jedi’s healing records is against the Code, padawan,” Obi-Wan tells him, busying himself with the tea kettle so that he doesn’t have to look at Anakin’s scowling, miniature face.

“I don’t think the Code is quite as extensive as you like to tell me, Master,” Anakin says, and he crosses his arms. There’s a crinkle of leather against cloth. He must be wearing his glove then. A part of Obi-Wan wonders about it—how often does Anakin wear it around his wife? “Unless they’ve made substantial revisions to it in the last five years.”

Obi-Wan flicks the fire on, sets the kettle on top of it lightly, and then turns to lean back against the counter. “Surely I don’t know what you mean,” he says innocently, and Anakin’s glower triples. 

“Dissecting droids in the common spaces of one's apartments is against the Code, padawan,” Anakin says in a very poor impression of Obi-Wan’s voice. “Waking your master up in the morning the day after his birthday when he’s very hungover is against the Code, padawan. Avoiding your essays is against the Code, Anakin, you must do your homework promptly.”

Obi-Wan lets out a bark of surprised laughter. “You can hardly blame me for the fact that you took me at my word with no research on your own part.”

Anakin lets out an affronted sound, akin to a bird being stepped on. “I was a youngling! You took advantage of my trust in you!”

His look of indignation, coupled with the sheer absurdity of the conversation and the memories of just how many times Obi-Wan brandished some made up piece of Code at his very young padawan in order to garner some peace and quiet, makes Obi-Wan laugh again. This time, however, the bout of laughter turns into a series of coughs.