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a - affection

kakashi isn’t the most openly affectionate person, but when he loves, he loves. he isn’t the type of man to smother you in PDA… but when you get him alone? his hands are everywhere, brushing your hair out of your face, tracing your back, brushing your knuckles, laying his head against you or tugging you a little closer when he thinks you’re not paying attention. and if he’s really missing you? he’ll grab your face, press his forehead to yours, and just breathe you in. just to feel closer. it’s not flashy, but it’s… him.

b - beauty

this man is a sucker for pretty eyes. he believes eyes are the windows to who you really are, like they hold all your secrets, your thoughts, everything you’re too afraid to say out loud. he’s drawn to the way they change with every emotion, every glance, and how they give away more than you think. if you ever catch him staring, he’ll just smile and say, ‘eyes don’t lie.’ and yeah, he’s definitely weak for the way yours speak to him.

c - cuddling

kakashi acts like he doesn’t care about cuddling, but the second you pull him close? he is gone. he won’t admit it, but he sleeps better with you curled up against him, his arm draped lazily over your waist, knowing you’re safe. if you ever run your fingers through his hair while he’s half-asleep? yeah, he’s never letting you go.

d - dates

he likes the simple things. think walks through the village at night, quiet dinners at home, laying in the grass watching clouds, reading together in bed. nothing crazy, just you two time. but if you try dragging him to some ridiculously romantic thing, like candlelit dinners and all that? he won’t complain, but be prepared for the teasing.

e - excitement

kakashi doesn’t get outwardly excited often, but you know when something matters to him. he gets quiet. like really quiet. his fingers will twitch, his eye will crinkle at the edges, and if he’s really excited, he’ll suddenly become very interested in holding your hand. it’s adorable. and if he ever drags you off somewhere with a little too much urgency, just go. it means he’s excited, even if he won’t say it.

f - fighting

he hates arguing. he’d rather sit in silence than say something he doesn’t mean. if you’re upset, he’ll let you talk, arms crossed, head tilted, like he’s really listening. he never raises his voice. never. ever. but the second he realizes he’s hurt you? oh, he’s fixing it, no questions asked. kakashi doesn’t have time for pride. he’s lost too many people to let things go unresolved.

g - gifts

kakashi is the king of subtle gifts. mention you like a book? it'll magically show up on your nightstand. run out of your favorite tea? a fresh bag will just appear in your kitchen. if you ever thank him, though, he'll just shrug and say, something stupidly cryptic like "must've been the wind." (yeah, right.)

h - honesty

this man doesn't lie. kakashi hatake won't sugarcoat things, life's too short for that. he won't tell you what you want to hear just to make you happy. not in a cruel way, but in a way that makes it impossible to doubt him. if he says he loves you, he means it. if he's worried about you, you'll know.

i - intimacy

kakashi's all about the little things. like the way he brushes your hair behind your ear, or how his fingers linger on your skin just a moment longer than they need to, showering together after a long day and washing each other's hair, to reading a book side by side, or just stealing soft butterfly kisses. sometimes, in those quiet moments, he'll trace your face with his fingertips, your cheekbone, your jaw, the curve of your lips, like he's trying to memorize you and it's those little things that mean everything.

j - jealousy

kakashi's not the jealous type. he trusts you completely. but… if someone gets a little too close? ooh, he definitely makes his presence known. he won't say a word, but suddenly, he's right behind you, his arm casually around your waist or his hand on the small of your back. he doesn't have to make a scene, just tilts his head, his eye narrowing, and somehow, the person flirting with you suddenly finds something really important to do far, far away from you.

k - kisses

two words. slow and intense. the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, chasing for more. kakashi doesn't rush kisses, he takes his time, tilting your chin up, brushing his lips just barely over yours before finally pressing in. and when he's feeling extra affectionate? he'll kiss the corner of your mouth, your jaw, the tip of your nose, the side of your neck, everywhere, just to see you melt. (good luck breathing after!)

l - laughter

his real laugh? it's rare, but when you hear it? it's everything. he'll tilt his head back, his eye crinkling, his whole body shaking just a little as he tries to hold it in. and goodness, it's beautiful. the kind of laugh that makes you want to keep doing whatever you can to hear it again. it's like hearing the quietest, most perfect thing you didn't know you needed. and everytime you hear it you can’t help but smile.

m - mornings

kakashi is the grumpiest morning person. he hates getting up. if you try to wake him, hell just groan, bury his face in your neck, and mumble something incoherent. and if you let him sleep in? yeah, good luck getting him out of bed at all.

n - nicknames

kakashi isn't big on nicknames, he prefers your name, but when he does use them, they're always sweet like "princess" or love." it's his way of showing he cares without making a big deal about it. but when you start calling him things like "pretty boy," "sexy," or "silver fox," he gets way more flustered than he'll ever admit. he tries to play it cool, but the way his face turns red and he suddenly gets quiet? yeah, well, it's all you need to know that you've completely flustered him.

o - obsession

he’s obsessed with you. not in a toxic way, but if he doesn’t see you, he will get withdrawals. he loves your scent, the way your hair bounces, the way you.. well he lets just say he loves your existence. so if you ever catch him wearing your scarf or stealing your blanket, no, you didn’t.

p - protectiveness

kakashi worries a lot. he won't show it, won't be overbearing, but he knows from experience how fast things can be taken away. so he watches your back without you even noticing, always making sure you're safe. and if anyone dares to threaten you? oh, they don't exist anymore…

q - quiet time

he loves just being with you. sitting in silence, enjoying each other's presence. no pressure to talk, no expectations, just you and him, existing together in the kind of peace he never thought he’d have. it makes him feel… content.

r - romance

honestly, loving him isn't about grand declarations. it’s the way he makes sure you know without ever having to say a word. it’s in every touch, in every glance, in every quiet moment where words aren't needed. he’s very intentional.

s - secrets

he doesn't open up easily. but when he does? goodness, he means it. if kakashi hatake lets you in, lets you see his fears, his grief, his real self. just know that he trusts you with everything he has. so no… not many secrets stay between the two of you.

t - touch

he lives for physical touch. it's how he grounds himself. whether his hand on your knee, a brush of fingers against your wrist, small fleeting touches that remind him you're real.

u - unwavering

once he's yours? he's yours. no hesitation, no second-guessing. kakashi hatake doesn't love lightly, so when he chooses you, it's forever.

v - vulnerability

it's really hard for him. but on the nights when he can't sleep, when his past feels too heavy, he'll let you hold him. let you kiss his temple, run your fingers through his hair, remind him that he's here, that he's loved. sometimes he will talk, tell you bits of his past, others he will let you comfort him…

w - warmth

kakashi always runs cold. his hands, his feet, the tip of his nose when he leans in too close. and maybe that's why he's always pulling you into him, why his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt just to press against your skin. you're his warmth, his home. it's in the way he tucks himself against you when he's tired, like he's chasing your heat, like you're the only thing that thaws the chill he carries. with you, warmth isn't just body heat. It's the way he exhales a little deeper when you hold him, the way his shoulders finally relax, the way he lets himself breathe.

x - xoxo

he’s big on forehead kisses. he will grab your head and press a little kiss on the top of your forehead and go on with life. sometimes the mask stays on, other times mask comes off. regardless, it still makes all you warm inside.

y - yearning

he misses you constantly, even if you were just here. it's in the way his gaze drifts to the door after you leave, like he's waiting for you to walk back through it. the silence between you two feels louder when you're not around, and he fills it with thoughts of you. even when he doesn't say anything, you can feel it in the way his hand lingers near yours, hoping you'll come back to him soon. it’s even worse when he takes a mission that lasts long. he feels so restless, counting down the days to see you again.

z - zen

you are his peace. his home. in your presence, the world feels quieter, like everything slows down just to let him breathe. with every touch, every glance, is a reminder that he's exactly where he belongs.

final thoughts:

you knew loving Kakashi Hatake was never going to be easy. he was distant, guarded, impossible to hold onto. but goodness, when he finally let you in and loved? he loved like he was never going to let go. (you’re stuck with him.

what if? (naruto uzumaki went mute/lost his voice)

naruto uzumaki was loud. that was one of the first things you have ever noticed about him. it was in the way you knew where his was miles away just by his laughter. it was in the way he bumped into people and shouted a quick “sorry”. it was in the way he called out for you.

and now. silence.

it didnt happen instantly. you truly should’ve seen it coming. at first, it was just a sore throat, something you both assumed would pass. then it got worse, his voice began to break and crack, until it disappeared altogether. no more shouting about ramen, no more rants about being hokage, no more dramatic romantic declarations, no more petty arguments.

it was.. unsettling.

you werent used to this version of him. the one who gestured wildly with his hands instead of arguing, the one who pouted instead of whining, the one who smiled and poked your side instead of teasing. and most of all you weren’t used to how much you missed hearing his voice.

“oh, naruto…” you murmured one day reaching out, brushing your fingers against his cheek.

as his blue eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but tear up, “you can’t talk, but you can listen. so listen to me okay… i miss your voice and… i don’t care if you’re loud or annoying or you wake me up at ridiculous hours of the night.. i-i just want you back. so start listening to me and drink your tea’s. okay?”

he just stared at you for a long moment, his eyes softening. without a word, he stepped closer, his hand gently cupping the back of your head pulling you towards him. his forehead touched yours, a silent connection, grounding the both of you.

and yeah, maybe words weren’t necessary because as long as he was still fighting for those he loves, still smiling at you, still him... yeah, you didn’t need a voice to make you love him.

what if? (sasuke uchiha lost his memory)

you knew sasuke uchiha wasn’t the sentimental type. he wasn’t the type of guy to show up with a bouquet of roses, he wasn’t the who whispered sweet nothings. but regardless, you knew he cared about you. so all the extra cliché things didn’t matter. it didn’t matter because he knew you. he knew the way you liked your tea, he knew that the smell of patchouli made your stomach twist, he knew he loved you.

all that changed when the memories were gone. one moment you guys were bickering about what to eat for breakfast. the next, he had woken up with empty eyes and a blank expression.

it was one of the worst mornings of your life. and the worst part is you weren’t sure what was worse, the way he didn’t remember you or the way he didn’t seem to care that he didn’t remember you.

sasuke slowly stood from the bed, “who are you?” he questioned, so defensively.

you sat up confused, “sasuke? are you feeling okay?”

he didn’t answer. he just stared. an unease crept into your chest as you instinctively began to reach for him, but he moved he faster, grabbing a kunai of the bedside table, aiming it at you.

you weren’t gonna lie, it hurt.

“you… know me?”

you nodded as tears fell down your face, “i do,” you frowned, “i do know you.”

it didn’t get better as the days passed, nor when weeks passed. it only got harder. having to watch him exist without all the things that made him him, without the pain, without the lesson, without you .

but then, one night, as you sat across from each other, sharing a meal, he spoke.

“you feel… familiar.”

your eyes widened, “i do?”

he nodded, staring into your eyes, “you do,”

it wasn’t much, but it was a start. and maybe, just maybe it meant that even without his memories sasuke would find his way back to you.

what if? (kakashi hatake lost his sight)

kakashi hatake had spent most of his life watching. watching over his teams, watching the world fall apart, watching people he cared about disappear like they were never there to begin with.

and then, one day he couldn't watch anymore.

it was a mission gone wrong. perhaps a flash of something too bright, too fast. and suddenly, kakashi hatake, 'the copy ninja', 'the man who sees everything' was blind.

he tried to act like it didn't bother him. because he was kakashi hatake, and he was a man who didn't break. but you saw through it. you saw it in the the way his hands hesitated over objects, the way he stood still for too long, as if waiting for the world to adjust around him.

and you hated it.

not because he was blind. but because he wouldn't let you help.

"kakashi, let me-"

"i’m fine." his voice was cool.. firm, detached.

you scoffed grabbing his hand, "you don't have to be fine with me."

the silver haired man didn't respond. he just let you guide him, his grip tightening in yours for just a second.

it wasn't much. but it was enough.

because even if he couldn't see anymore, you would always make sure he never felt lost.

what if? (neji hyuuga fell in love before his arranged marriage)

neji hyuuga was always the type to accept things as they were. duty. honor. the hyuga name. he never fought against it, never questioned it... until you.

falling for you wasn't part of the plan. it wasn't supposed to happen. he forbade such thoughts.

but it did.

and now, with his marriage arranged and his future already decided, he had to make a choice.

"neji," you whispered, your voice shaking. "I don’t want you to do this."

he looked at you, his expression unreadable. "i don't have a choice."

"yes, you do!" your hands clenched into fists. "you always do! and as selfish as it may be i— i’m asking you to choose me."

neji had never believed in choices.

so, why, when he looked at you, did he suddenly want to?

"then say the word," he murmured, stepping closer, voice low. "say the word, and I'll walk away from all of it."

you stared at him, wide-eyed. "oh, neji.."

his fingers ghosted over your wrist, barely touching. "say it."

“marry me?”

and for the first time in his life, neji hyuuga wanted to be selfish.

final thoughts:

• naruto uzumaki’s voice wasn't what made him him, but boy, did you miss it.

• sasuke uchiha didn't remember you, but his heart did.

• kakashi hatake may have lost his sight, but he never lost you.

• neji hyuuga was supposed to follow his duty, but in you, he found the courage to go against it.

nico robin (the delicate flower)

symptoms: fatigue, cough, fever, sore throat, pale, sweating, rapid heartbeat.

in a full robe and slippers. still reading.

cocooned in her blanket, eyes closed, breathing like she’s meditating her illness away.

still somehow looks elegant while sweating out a fever.

nico robin will lie about needing rest but will let chopper scold her politely.

she doesn’t ask for help but somehow the whole crew tends to her.

responds to things with a raised eyebrow or a small hum.

occasionally opens her eyes to say something vaguely physiological like, “suffering is a teacher,” before going back to sleep.

will still correct your grammar while hallucinating. 

not very needy. drinks tea, sleeps a lot, very much excepting of her circumstances. very, “if I perish, i perish”

nami (high maintenance, higher fever)

symptoms: stuffy nose, headache, night sweats, sore throat, light sensitivity, restlessness.

very vocal.

she’s mad at her body for failing her. outraged.

wrapped in blankets like she’s on death doorstep ,but still wearing a cute tank top .

complains the entire time, but makes it kind of iconic. “i better not be dying. i haven’t robbed enough men yet.”

dreams about a nice hot spring. 

refuses medicine until robin makes her. once the medicine kicks in, she then demands for more and blames everyone for not forcing her sooner.

will not drink water, but demands orange juice.

secretly grateful when someone tucks her in, but you’ll never hear it.

doesn’t want luffy within a five foot radius

final thoughts:

nico robin is frail, beautiful and possibly dying, but won’t admit it. 

nami is tired, angry, demanding, and somehow manages to weaponize every synonym into a personal attack on the crew’s incompetence.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ content warnings: this story may contain physical violence, mental illness, self harm behaviors, profanity, underage drinking, and possible sexual themes.

✦ TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE: "LUCKY" BREAK - re-do by modern baseball

luck (noun)

success or failure apparently brought by a chance rather than through one’s own actions.

probability (noun)

the extent to which something is probable; the likelihood of something happening, or being the case.

though the circumstances may feel unlucky at the moment, the odds may have bended for the better.

mini yap: this is my first time writing a whole fanfiction book sooo if it sucks just lie to me... ୨୧ this is all from my imagination so if things are canonically correct... welp it's a made up story. a little about me, my name is juniper!! if that's hard to remember you can call me june!  i'm writing this because i have sooo many thoughts and ideas for shouto so i decided to share them with the writing community. (: um… if this comforts you before reading, i have passed a bunch of english classes in high school sooo that gave me the confidence to work on luck. i do want to mention that have a friend working as my editor!!