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— – proship content , underage smut , rpf , omegaverse ;;

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— – warning : anime spoilers

— – pairing : royai, roy mustang / riza hawkeye

— – word count : 565

— – tags : fluff, post canon, mutual pining, unspoken feelings, fic snippet

— – summary : riza hawkeye does not know her work shift today is actually a date

— – notes : this has been sitting in my drafts (and head) for a while and I thought sharing a snippet would motivate me to finally finish it. Enjoy!

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The celebrations had been going on for days now, filling the streets of Central City with the almost-forgotten sounds of music, chatter, and laughter: a stark contrast against the cracked roads and ruined buildings, tangible reminders of the war that had just ended.  Life had started again, and not only metaphorically: lives had been taken during the battle. All of them. Yet, the dedication of a few brave, chosen souls, had managed them back. Death is the only thing that gives life a meaning, some say: and it is therefore easy to understand the festive atmosphere, people smiling for the fact alone that they can. However, a concrete reason did lie behind the celebrations.  

« Did you call for me, sir? » « Lieutenant, yes, come in. » The door softly shut behind Riza as she made her way across the room. Now standing in front of the desk, she laid her eyes on the pile of paperwork sitting on it.  « Do you want me to take care of those? » she promptly asked, the urge to sigh at the idea of such a boring task not even grazing her. « Oh, no, I’ll look at those later, » he answered, and this time a reaction — one attentive eyes could barely catch, yet Roy gladly sensed with no hesitation, — was indeed displayed at the statement: an unreliable promise then, an absurd resolution now, causing Riza’s expression to gently melt into a composed smile. It would’ve been an amazing sight to see, really.  It’s not like intimacy (in the least intimate sense of the term) was new to them; but something had undeniably changed. Perhaps in the way they stood taller next to each other, now that they’d been lifted from the weight of their past; perhaps in the way they spoke, their words unable to possibly give away anything that hadn’t already been made obvious by their actions (although, it must be said, that didn’t in any way help with the persisting obliviousness, equally endearing and frustrating trait of their usually much-intuitive personalities). The shy smirk on Riza’s face was the clearest possible indicator of that, and it would’ve been an atrocious lie to say Roy hadn’t lived off those hidden moments of complicity for the past weeks. The life of a to-be-ruler had turned out to be just as boring as he’d pictured it; that small, almost nonexistent smile was about all the exciting news in his life, and even then, it still wasn’t enough. It had only taken Roy a war, an end-of-the-world scale disaster and unenthusiastically becoming head of state to finally realise that. 

« Plans for tonight? »

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— – warnings : //

— – pairings : //

— – word count : 1575

— – tags : actors au, headcanons, modern au

— – summary : the aot characters, except aot is a tv show and they're just underpaid former theatre kids with rent due friday.

— – notes : currently writing an actors au fic and as I was laying out the characters, I realised it'd be fun to make some short headcanons on their personas; so here it is, or at least the first part of it. I'll definitely make another post with more characters. For now, enjoy!

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Eren

When Eren got his first callback for the role, he was only a 10 year old kid with no prior experience. His mother had encouraged him to audition just for fun — he loved playing pretend with all of his friends, — but he ended up landing the role. The moment the pilot episode came out, his name was all over the internet: casting directors for some of the best known franchises were after him, but he had already grown too close to his fellow cast member to consider giving up the project, which he knew was going to last many years. Once Attack on Titan officially came to an end, Eren took an indefinite break from acting: the role had not been an easy one, especially in the final years of shooting, and discussions online weren't making the weight any easier to bear. However, Eren was not stopping from a place of discontent or anxiety: after all, he had never truly had the dream nor ambition to become an actor. He simply happened to become one thanks to Attack on Titan and happily returned to his student life after the show's wrapping, spending his free time with the lifelong friends said show also happened to grant him. The news was not taken well by the industry, such a talent retiring so soon; but nobody who had known Eren personally ever tried to change his mind.

Armin

Armin was already decently known from other projects which highlighted his impressive range for such a young actor. When his agent told him about the Attack on Titan show, he immediately discarded every other project: he had heard that name from some older friends and knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to be part of something special. Before being cast as Armin he was also asked to read for Bertholdt, but the chemistry read with Eren sealed the deal. The two started hanging out even before production begun and bonded very quickly, eventually choosing to go to the same highschool to spend all their teen years together — and beyond.

Mikasa

Mikasa was born into art and discovered the project because her father was a huge fan of the comics. It was her first time stepping into her parents' world and it didn't take more than one audition for everybody to realise she had taken after their talents. She had to train a lot in preparation for later fight scenes because of a clumsiness that would make her often stumble or accidentally knock something — and occasionally someone — over. Mikasa immediately bonded with his two co-stars, and the crew could not help but feel immense relief at their developing chemistry: not to mention the mix of happiness, shock and gratitude when it was discovered that her and Eren truly harboured feeling for each other, making their characters' interactions even more effortlessly bittersweet than they already were. In later interviews they would often talk about when they started secretly dating, making fun of each other for how bad they had been at disguising their feelings as friendship for many years.

Jean

Jean had taken part in many school plays before auditioning for his first proper production. He got news of the casting from his school drama club friends and immediately settled he was going to try and audition for Eren. He was sure surprised — though not disappointed — when he was asked to come back for another read; for Jean. Despite the characters' complicated friendship, Eren and Jean behind the screen became friends in no time, the two even sharing a small apartment during the last year of shooting.

Connie & Sasha

Connie and Sasha were in the same drama circle as Jean, except they were not half as committed: they had joined to spend more time together, and stayed because hell, that was quite fun. They went with Jean to his audition to cheer for him, no plans of trying out themselves; however, one of the casting directors immediately noticed their chemistry and how endearing the trio's dynamic was, and Jean sure did not let them refuse when they were asked to read for the characters that they would later end up interpreting in the show.

Marco

Marco was also already part of the friend group, though unlike his friends he had never stepped foot on a set or stage before. When Jean told him he was going to audition, he thought of joining him for fun, trying for an insignificant background role. It was Jean himself who convinced him to try for a better character, his experience in the world of theatre auditions making his advice seem reliable to the untutored friend; which led to his audition for the character Armin. Although he did not manage to book the role of co-star — which he had obviously expected, — he was still offered one much more relevant than he had ever hoped for, especially as it turned out to be one whose scenes were mostly in company of his behind the scene best-friend.

Reiner

When Reiner got a call from his agent telling him he was going to audition for the upcoming adaptation of hit manga Attack on Titan, he immediately went out of his way to catch up to the source material. And boy, was he shocked. He had never acted in anything close to a drama, let alone a borderline dystopian horror like that show promised to be; and so, he was twice as surprised when he saw the kind of role he had been apparently deemed fit for. He spent a lot of time studying the character before the audition, which led to a first reading that left everyone speechless, especially because of his improvisation abilities. Throughout shooting, many scenes would be edited after he'd come up with an improvised line that somehow tied everything together even more perfectly than the original script did.

Annie & Bertholdt

Opposite to Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt were extremely familiar with horror-leaning shows. Since the directors were already quite convinced with their decision, the two's auditions were quick, mostly focused on physicality for Annie — which was no big deal given her past as a martial artist, which by itself did half the job of securing her the job — and chemistry readings for Bertholdt. He auditioned almost every time with Reiner (who had already been definitevely cast by that point) and even had to do a few with Armin despite their scarce amount of scenes together.

Erwin

Erwin did not have to audition for the role. He was one of the most prestigious names in the industry by the time Attack on Titan began production, and it was an honor for such a renowed actor to be taking part in what was only the first season of the adaptation of a fairly known comicbook. He had never heard of Attack on Titan before being offered the role but became a huge fan only a few pages into the readthrough he started to fully understand his character. Throughout production, his insights were always held in high consideration by the entire crew, and other actors — especially the younger, inexperienced ones, — learnt a lot from him.

Levi

Levi had not half the experience as Erwin, but likewise had to undergo close to no audition to secure the job. Actually, him and Erwin were offered the roles after working together in a drama that put the pair on the spotlight for a long time and immediately sparked speculations from fans of the manga who couldn't help but recognise the beloved dynamic in the couple the actors had portrayed in the succesful movie. Levi did have to undergo an audition, if only because of how specifically layered the role was; however, everybody knew that the second Erwin had been confirmed in his role, it also meant Levi had been settled. Indeed, the audition was nothing but formality, and the casting of the notorious captain was announced along the one of his commander, leaving fans more than satisfied that their wishes had been granted. To the surprise of those who had never had the opportunity of working with him before the show, he ended up being one of the actors on set most likely to make his scene partners laugh and break character.

Hange

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♯┆Attack on Titan .ᐟ

Actors AU Headcanons // actors au, headcanon, fluff, modern au ♯┆Chainsaw Man .ᐟ

— – Aki Hayakawa September Snow // angst, pov, major character death, one-shot ♯┆Fullmetal Alchemist .ᐟ

— – Royai (Roy x Riza) Perfect Alibi // fluff, post canon, mutual pining, unspoken feelings, fic snippet ♯┆Naruto .ᐟ

— – Kakashi Hatake A Midnight Surprise // fluff, marriage, hokage!kakashi, one-shot ♯┆Coming soon... .ᐟ

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— – warning : manga spoilers

— – pairing : denji & aki hayakawa

— – word count : 1270

— – tags : angst, pov, major character death

— – summary : it's the warmest snowy day, and aki hayakawa wants to play catch

— – notes : I've always wanted to write something from aki's pov set during the snowball fight; here it is, I guess. Enjoy!

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When he finally regains consciousness, Aki has no clue where he is, or why, or since when he has been there: the only thing he knows is that he has to go back home. 

The stride feels short, shorter than it should have felt. He could not count one step before taking the following one; and this state of carelessness — if so one wishes to call it — would have usually distressed him. Usually, but not now. The urge to finally be home is so overwhelming, he cannot get his mind to really feel any sort of concern over his clear distraction. His right foot barely dodges a hole in the ground, a pole blocks his path, people rush past him — away from him — in an apocalyptic hurry. Perhaps he should have gone down the other road.

Some steps later — God might know how many — his hand raises. Involuntarily so. When has he ever had to knock? But likewise, does he even have the keys? None of these questions, and neither any other one is on his mind when his fist instinctively meets the door’s surface.  

One knock. Two. 

Are they not home?

He knocks again, more and more impatient.

He just wants to come home.

Three knocks, four knocks. 

His fist meets the air. 

The guy across the doorframe says something, but he cannot quite make out the words. He stares at the guy, until something seems to quietly snap into place. Sure. 

«Denji…» He calls out to his friend — right, he is home now, he is with his friends, — but only gets a confused mutter in response. 

«Why do you know my name?»

Aki keeps looking at him with what Denji would have recognised as a puzzled look on any other occasion, but eventually shrugs it off. Why did he even go out in the first place? 

Wait, of course. 

«Denji…» he goes again, his hands carefully working a snowball, «it’s a snowball fight!»

He has never minded the cold, has he? And although it had been a long, long time since last playing like this, today’s snow just looked too beautiful to resist. Besides, he has never felt warmer snow. Now that he thinks about it, he has never felt September snow, either; but he is surely grateful for it. Life without snow was becoming unbearably grounded. 

He watches as Denji takes the first blow, running to take cover and — oh, how could he forget? With Denji out of sight, he quickly crouches down and another soft bullet takes shape in his hands, aimed at Powder. He was not sure she would be home; but now he is just glad to see her there. She has probably never played with snow before. 

«You’re on Denji’s team!» He announces as the snowball quickly makes its way towards the helpless girl. However, not quick enough to hit. Denji, faster than Aki’s throw, puts himself in between Power and the bullet, taking the hit for his newly announced teammate. Well, too bad. His attention is quickly drawn by something else anyway.

An old couple in the distance, watching their exchange. Aki can almost picture their thoughts, memories of watching their own children play like that; or perhaps, memories of themselves, younger and freer to just stop and enjoy life for a moment. His smile widens at the thought.

«Wanna play with us?» His arm is raised, ready to attack, when a chill suddenly runs down his spine. 

«Rats! You got me!» He yells, redirecting his attention to Denji. 

The old couple has gone away.

They keep exchanging blows, relentlessly aiming at each other. Like any proper snowball fight, carefully aiming at each other. Every time his hand is ready to unleash a new hit, Denji surprises him with another blow; and each time, said blow is directed where Aki would least expect it. Legs, arms, anywhere. Anywhere strong enough to handle it. He cannot truly resent his friend for holding back, although he seems to be struggling to likewise restrain himself. 

«I’ve never had this much fun before!» He laughs, and he means it. He means all of it; every word, at least. Especially as he slows down for a moment, looking down at his hand. 

«Mom and dad are always fussing over Taiyo, but now my life has finally…» He raises his hand again, holding the snow a bit tighter with his bare hands.

«…finally…»

It’s warm.

«…gotten kinda fun.» 

He hits Denji again. 

Aki watches motionless as his friend falls on his back. 

«Giving up?» He mocks; but still waits for him to get back on his feet before attacking again. «That’s more like it!» 

And the game restarts. 

Each snowball thrown is a chuckle escaping his mouth. He cannot remember the last time he laughed so much, either. And Denji is there, too, unlike the other times. He is there, playing with him; although his expression doesn’t betray half the joy; but to be fair, he has always been more on the annoyingly competitive side. He cannot seem to stop shouting at him throughout their battle. Aki would usually find it rather annoying; but it is too beautiful of a day to be bothered. 

The infinite loop of crouching, shaping, throwing goes on and on and on, the air filled with nothing but the soft thud of the snow hitting their clothes. That, and Denji’s screams. 

Aki crouches down yet another time, but his hand unexpectedly retreats at the contact with snow. «My hands are getting cold...» He murmurs, frowning a bit. But he cannot just stop now, can he? Denji is getting back on his feet again. He should be of as much worth. And so he fights it: the sudden freezing of his hands, the soreness of his limbs, the ragged breath, and the gut feeling that something is extremely wrong. The snow is turning too cold, too quickly. A series of snowballs hits him, giving him no time to counter. He barely feels any of them though; except for the first one, which makes a pained grunt escape his mouth. He is too shaken by that single, dissonant expression of discomfort to even feel the pain of the following blows. His hands shoot up to cover his face. Behind the protection of his own body, he forces himself calm again. 

«Ahah, great shots!» He shouts; but the laugh is a bit strained, and he does not know why. And so he just crouches; he crouches down, again, reaches for the snow again. It’s chilling. He does not drop it.

«Okay, take this–» He begins, but it’s cold, too cold. His hand freezes in place. 

«How come you’re crying…?»

Denji’s tear-strained face stares right back at him. Aki’s ungloved hand suddenly drops open, letting the snowball escape his grip. Letting Denji deal his final blow.

He drops his own body onto the whitened ground, and for some reason — something much different than pride — he prays Denji will notice. That he did not beat him. That he surrendered himself to him, for him. He is not sure Denji wanted to beat him. Maybe he just wanted to keep playing for a while; but is getting too cold, and Aki is once again not sure why he even went out in the first place. He is not sure of much, to be honest, especially as he meets Denji’s eyes. Because, he realises, — he has never seen him cry before. So yeah, perhaps he should just let him win this one, he realises.

That, and something else.

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— – pairing : kakashi hatake x gn!reader

— – word count : 1611

— – tags : fluff, marriage, hokage!kakashi

— – summary : your overworked husband is expecting a scolding but comes home to an unpredicted surprise instead

— – notes : happy (late) birthday to kakashi! I thought it’d be nice to write a little happy one-shot for him since he hasn’t gotten lots of chances to experience happiness in canon. Thanks for dropping by; enjoy!

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His face contorted into an expression of tiredness as he finally let out a sigh, the light from the screen slowly dying out with the computer being turned off, leaving the room devoid of any light.

Kakashi slowly got up from his seat. The introduction of computers in Konoha instead of papers didn’t mean there was any less paperwork for him to do; if anything, it assured the back pain caused by a long day of sitting down working would be accompanied by a persisting headache and blurry vision.

He looked up at the clock. Midnight already. At times like these, when he’d spent the entire day — hell, today he was lucky it was just the day — in his office, his first thought would be of Y/N.

The sole thought of their partner going to sleep yet again with nobody by their side was enough to fill him with guilt. And it’s not like Y/N ever made it an issue. They were a shinobi, a great shinobi at that, just like him; they were perfectly aware that Kakashi becoming hokage would come with as many privileges as burdens. And not once did they complain about that.

On his part, Kakashi always did his best to be a present partner, even when absent: leaving food ready for Y/N to eat, buying them books to read in their spare time, doing anything in his power to be home as soon as possible. But there was only so much one man — even one as incredible as the Kakashi Hatake — could do with the destiny of an entire village graving on his shoulders.

But that night was different.

Y/N had specifically asked for Kakashi not to be late that night, and yet there he was. Postponing appointments and rushing through meetings came down to nothing when Shizune last showed up with an emergency call from God-knows-who to solve God-knows-what.

And before he knew it, it was midnight.

He tried to pick up his things as rapidly as possible — something very uncommon for someone people would often mistake as half asleep — and made his way towards the door. With every step he took, he mentally measured the time left to his (or, actually, finally, their) house.

The silent empty streets, barely lit by the moonlight, were as if making fun of him; a quiet reminder of the dormant state of the village in which he and he only was still nowhere near the comfort of his bed, of his house, and of his partner.

His pace got quicker; and not even when the much familiar house finally presented itself behind the corner, not even then did he finally allow himself a break, the light coming from inside making him mentally curse himself. Did they wait for him awake? The mere thought filled him with guilt, even more than he already was. He had no clue what was going to be the deal about that night, why Y/N requested for that specifically: but he did know he owed them that much and a lot more, and so he never questioned it and instead, made it so that he would keep to his promise. And yet again, there he was.

He tried his best to keep his composure as he grabbed the door handle, (not so) ready to finally go inside. It even surprised him how much the unpleasant creak of the opening entrance startled him. After all, he wasn’t sure Y/N hadn’t fallen asleep with the lights on while waiting for him; the last thing he wanted was to be late and accidentally wake them up.

If his heart stopped, his thoughts did the complete opposite, thousands of them running through his mind the second he heard a sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen. And just as he halted, so did the faint noise.

Twenty years (or was it? He didn’t care enough to count them before he met Y/N) of being a shinobi don’t teach you how to apologise for such a screw up; in fact, it wasn’t uncommon for the young hokage to (internally) panic at any given occasion, his lack of experience in relationships making room for lots of — although never ill intentioned — mistakes. He was a fast learner, though, and it showed by the way his head was hanging slightly lower than usual: he was getting ready for an apology, and a heartfelt one at that.

His train of thoughts (or, well, mostly worries) suddenly came to an halt.

“Kakashi…?”

The sound of the familiar voice made his heart sink, and it wasn’t long until panic took a hold of him again. He frantically took a few steps towards the kitchen, but he was quickly stopped.

“Don’t come in!” The voice spoke from the other room; although to his surprise, it sounded more like a plead than a reprimand.

“Honey, look, I-“ He began, taking half a step forward; but even his apology got cut short, making him feel — if possible — even worse.

“Don’t!” the voice demanded, and there was a hint of panic in it, “Just one second, please!”

Kakashi knew no better than to stand in the living room, nervously looking around; he did not like the tone he sensed in his partner — it made him all the more nervous, to be honest, — but the least he could do now was respect their wish to be left alone.

A few minutes went by, and the noise coming from the kitchen was of very little comfort: if, on one hand, it kept Kakashi company and reassured him that Y/N wasn’t asleep by themselves, or crying, or had moved out and left him forever (Kakashi was one very endearingly dramatic individual), on the other it kept him wondering just what the hell was going on. And after a while, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” The man asked stepping into the kitchen, breaking a promise for the second time that day. Y/N immediately turned on their back at the sound of his voice, a look on panic now on their face.

“I told you to stay out!” They yelled, and “I’m sorry, I swear I tried my best, ok? Please let me explain.” he apologised, failing to spot the soft blush of embarrassment on his partner’s cheeks.

And when he did, it all came into place.

Y/N’s hand brushed him off, a frustrated sigh leaving their mouth along with a whispered series of cursing; one to their partner, and one to themselves.

“…I messed up and had to start from the top. I needed more time.” they continued, but their words were met with silence. Kakashi’s eyes were still on the half-baked cake and decorations behind them.

“What…” he began, but barely managed to get the first syllables out. What was this? Why?

“I asked Shizune to buy me some time…” the explanation went on and on, but Kakashi was more confused with every thing that Y/N added.

“The one time you had to be late!” was the last thing they said, and their face was now lit up by a playful — if only a bit downbeat, though, from the disappointment of failing with the surprise — smirk that left no more room for confusion in Kakashi’s heart.

“Happy birthday.” they spoke.

But Kakashi couldn’t speak. Suddenly, everything made sense: Y/N asking him to come home early; everybody else conveniently playing with the hokage’s time, rearranging appointments and adding new ones to his already busy schedule as if purposefully trying to delay his departure.

He hadn’t even realised it was his birthday until now.

“It was all you…?” and as he finally realised, emotions he hadn’t felt in years — hell, he could say decades given he was now well past his thirties — threatening to resurface with every word he spoke.

A satisfied smile crept on Y/N’s face upon hearing Kakashi’s miserable attempt at containing his sentiment.

“I know you don’t care that much about your birthdays, but you’ve been working a lot lately and…”

“So you made me work more in order to surprise me, mh?” He raised an eyebrow, and now the both of them were chuckling lightly.

“At least I wasn’t actually late.” he added, his words accompanied not by a sigh of relief as one would expect; his eyes were fixated on Y/N’s, conveying every ounce of gratitude his words failed to. He was almost in a state of shock, still struggling to comprehend how someone could put that much effort into making his day special; let alone, someone he thought he had been letting down for a while now.

Not too far from feeling guilty for the amount of attention and care given to him, he finally got closer to the cake, to where Y/N was standing.

“You would’ve been late anyway,” Y/N joked in response, but this time it was them who got cut off by a sudden, gentle kiss placed on their forehead as they got pulled into an unexpected — yet surely craved — embrace.

“Thank you.” was all that was said after that, and it was enough.

And so the two stood like that, lovingly, in each other’s arms, for a very long time: Kakashi, mentally promising to Y/N that from that day on, he was always going to make it home in time to a partner he would love and appreciate as they deserved; and Y/N, whose racing mind was filled with battling thoughts, trying to decide whether or not to interrupt this rare, sweet moment to point out that the cake’s frosting was starting to melt.

I’ve always had a soft spot for friends to enemies to friends - or, well, whatever - kind of bonds, so watching Naruto for the first time I immediately liked their dynamic and story. Obito was also one of the few characters I knew way before even watching the show which made me particularly intrigued when it came to his character.

But back to ObiKaka.

Last year when Jujutsu Kaisen was airing, I got pretty fixated with it. Eventually, that lead to my (more generic) shonen fixation coming back, and I ended up on ao3 reading Naruto fanfictions. It wasn’t long until I stumbled upon ObiKaka fics, and that’s when it hit me: “wait…they really were something, huh?”

However!

I only started liking them this much - hence, a lot - after rewatching Naruto; which, as you can imagine, happened because of the ObiKaka fics I’d found.

I’d never realised just how thoroughly their story had been planned out right from the beginning: one of the first (important) things we get to know about Kakashi’s character is that he has lost his best friend to war, and that his words and actions are a continuation to his will.

I’d always thought of Naruto as a show that isn’t much about extremely well organised storyline, foreshadowings, etc, (like Attack on Titan is, for reference) but more about just feeling the story and vibes. I was proven wrong, and it was through Obito and Kakashi’s story.

Ever since, I’ve started caring a lot more about their relationship: noticing every word, action, thought of Kakashi that could lead back to his old lost friend. Suddenly everything was about them, Kakashi’s entire character was about them; or, well, about Obito. And it all added up until the war arc, when the mask shattering meant Kakashi’s character slowly crumbling as well. It was one sight to see, really.

I love how they’re not your typical friends to enemies kind of story: were they even friends, really? I feel like their bond was much more complicated than that, their whole story is much more tragic than most people seem to realise, and that really appeals to me. Their personal story, their relationships with their characters, the general plot of Naruto and hell, even their designs all lead back to each other. I personally believe their story to be one of the parts of Naruto that was perfectly crafted. Every time I wish something had been different (postwar!Obito I’m looking at you) there’s always something else reminding me why it was meant to be like that. And like that it shall be.

Their whole story is a bittersweet tragedy that feels emotionally mature. I struggle to even put it into words, really.

Anyway, I’d write a lot more but I fear that might be even too much already lol. I’ll probably make a post in the future talking about this in much more detail, and possibly comparing them to SatoSugu, highlighting the similarities and the - endless, in my opinion - differences.