I DO NOT MIND THE RAIN SOMETIMES.

     @bredfaith​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: cue kankuro, waiting outside shino’s classroom with a bouquet of flowers. flowers. he’s sure he could’ve gotten something so much cooler— but flowers are romantic, right? especially after a month long mission with no contact. yeah. flowers are perfect. nothing to be nervous about. // unprompted

     There are some days Shino considers regretting his career choice.

     He may only assist the Academy between Jonin missions, but more and more of his time was spent preparing the next generation of shinobi. Even if those future shinobi happened to be five and six years old and nightmares. Shino can say with confidence that he never acted like this in the beginning of his Academy career, but perhaps the times were changing. Regardless, he was looking forward to going home and making himself a warm meal.

     After the classroom has been readied for the following day, Shino offers a short sigh before sliding the door open to leave—

     ❝Kan…Kankuro?❞

     Shino is first met with the sight of flowers, golden yellow, sunset pinks and purples, vibrant green, followed with the master puppeteer’s awkward, nervous smile. A month had passed since he had heard from Kankuro (an assignment from the Kazekage, unavoidable despite how lonely it made him feel) and there had been no telling when he’d be able to return home, let alone come to Konoha. Smile immediately begins to curl at his mouth.

     @bredfaith​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: “ka-ku-zuuuu.” the dragged out and frankly annoying sound of kakuzu’s name on hidan’s tongue is only outmatched in annoying-ness by the fact that his hand currently hangs from his wrist by a single strip of skin. the bone is visible and he drips blood right onto the floor. don’t ask how this happened. “c'mere, grandma, i need your sewing kit!” // unprompted

     Kakuzu needn’t lift his eyes from the book in his grasp to know exactly what Hidan wanted from him. The same shit. A growl rumbles at the back of his throat, lip curling behind the mask covering his face.

@bredfaith​ mused:   “  perhaps  we  should  find  a  random  stranger  to  murder.  practice  does  make  perfect.  ” / mangetsu for haku!

@bredfaith​   mangetsu chuckled:  "i remember carrying you like this, years ago,“ mangetsu says, crooked smile curling across his cheeks as he shifts his hands beneath haku’s thighs to better carry them on his back, except this time, their ankle isn’t swollen and sprained. there isn’t anything wrong, in fact, as they trail along the shore of the beach. nothing beyond haku being tired. “you were so much smaller. i guess i was, too. zabuza was so annoyed with me, said i babied you too much. good thing he didn’t know shit, huh?”

❛    Zabuza-san knows lots of things,    ❜ haku replies instinctually, but the words lack the bared attack-dog teeth that usually accompany a defense of zabuza. instead, their voice is relaxed and loose, sounding as distracted as they feel. they can feel mangetsu’s rough hands grip their thighs as he pushes them higher on his back with a snort. haku keeps their arms tight around his shoulders, dutifully ignoring the voice in their head reminding them how close they are to mangetsu’s neck, that they’d have a plausible excuse to rest their face against it if they wanted. no. it is one thing to have a crush on a friend ( again ), and another entirely to take advantage of it. no matter how beautiful the boy carrying them is, or how safe they feel in his hands.

❛    I do not remember being coddled during training,    ❜  they say pointedly, reminiscing. ❛    You were a terror. Suigetsu-kun loved when you ‘put me in my place’, as he used to say. He was so jealous of me. He went out of his way to get me in trouble when he could. I suspected you were pitting us against each other.    ❜ their fake lofty tone implies they still think as much.

mangetsu laughs, carefree and wild, and haku is weak; they give in to their urge for closeness. haku rests their chin on mangetsu’s shoulder and blows a puff of cool air on his neck just to see him squirm.

❛    I thought about you a lot, after. You and Suigetsu-kun.    ❜  their their arms around him at the thought. a cool cheek presses against his neck. ❛    ...When I saw you again years later, I was surprised you remembered me.    ❜

it isn’t sad; it’s a statement, a plain allusion to the tragedies that befell the hozuki brothers.  ❛    Everyone thought you were dead, but once again you told everyone to go fuck themselves and came back alive.    ❜

haku shuts their eyes and lets themself cling shamelessly to the man they have, once again, fallen hopelessly for, who they once again never confess to. the ocean is a constant roar in their ears. sun prickles the backs of their legs, neck, and bare feet. mangetsu’s hands are rough and strong beneath their thighs, as solid and real as the happy sigh that escapes their lips.

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