Commissions: Open

Haven't posted in months, but here's the mechanic Toji I spent forever on.

ft. chubby reader!

kakashi is strong, he knows he is strong, you know he is strong and yet you don't trust him to not drop you.

"you're going to hurt your back, put me down!"

you've had a long mission, you're exhausted and unfortunately your right ankle is sore and swollen because of a fall you had earlier in the day, but that doesn't mean you won't comply when kakashi, who has been hoisting you up by the waist to help you walk finally tosses you over his shoulders like a backpack.

technically you know he's trained to carry you, you've done the same maneuver countless times, and yet you are complaining.

kakashi doesn't understand why, he tells you he doesn't mind, he tells you it's okay, he tells you to trust him, but it's not about trust.

"i trust you", you sigh, "kakashi i appreciate this, but it's not the same carrying fifty kilos than carrying my weight, please just put me down and i can keep walking".

and he puts you down, because you asked, because he knows arguing won't make you change your mind.

you think the matter has been forgotten, for you at least it has, but next time you catch him training there's one hand behind his back as he does push ups and the dead weight balancing over his back adds up to a suspiciously familiar number.

you get closer, hesitant to ask how much is he carrying right now even when you are almost certain of the weight.

you approach him once he is done, you have decided against saying anything, you're just going to bring him back to he hokage's office like you were asked to.

he takes a long sip of his water bottle, the first thing he says is not a greeting.

"did you know the physical records of every active shinobi are public information?"

you look at him, madly confused for a moment because of course you know, he looks at you almost bored, face barely breaking a sweat despite what you just saw him do and then he looks at the discarded weights that were resting on his back a moment ago.

he sees your frown as you puzzle the pieces together, you're about to open your mouth but he interrupts you.

"just so you know, fifty kilos was already far from being my limit".

you try to pretend that you aren't touched by the quiet implication, the loud and visible confirmation that he can, in fact, carry you without hurting his back.

"are you showing off?"

"i just want you to trust me".

"i trust you".

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𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ outlaw!toji loves taking care of his pregnant little wife, away on their own ranch :: tags. fluff. wild west au. pregnancy, age gap, size difference.

the late afternoon sun spills gold across the valley, painting the weathered porch boards in warm honey. you lean against the railing with one hand while cradling the gentle swell of your belly.

you’re six months along now, heavy enough that your balance betrays you on uneven ground. the baby kicks once right under your palm. you smile while rubbing slow circles over the spot.

boots thud behind you—slow and unhurried. toji’s shadow falls long and broad over yours before his arms cage you gently from behind, big hands settling on either side of your hips. he doesn’t press close the way he used to. these days he measures the new space your body demands.

“still out here starin’ at the horizon?” his voice rumbles low against your ear, just as gravelly even after all these quiet years.

“mhm. watching for trouble,” you tease as you tilt your head back until it rests against his chest.

More resident evil requiem sketches...more emily, leon and grace interactions

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