k Rae I'm too shy to say this personally but I saw you're taking requests.... I really wanna see how you would write toddler Kakashi and Sakumo. doing anything. On another note: this sounds like a Tumblr Compliment™ but you're seriously my favorite author and 100% my tumblr crush <3
Alright first: *crooks finger* Don’t be shy. I’ve got a lot of love to give and certainly some of it can be yours for the low, low price of saying hello!
Second: Daaaaaaamn yes I have to write this, good shit, 10/10
Third: *blushes uncontrollably* ^___^
Sometimes it almost frightened Sakumo just how fasthis child was growing. Folk remarked to him all the time how smart his littleboy was, how independent and advanced for his age. Kakashi had been called agenius and a prodigy and the hope of his generation.
To Sakumo, he was simply ‘my son’. It was a wonder thatpeople seemed to forget that so easily.
There were other times, however, when it was very clear thatKakashi was still naught but a small child watching the world through eyes fullof wonder. When he stared up at his father with reverence and adoration in hisexpression, cooing and clapping as the older man let white chakra dance acrosshis knuckles, he looked less like a blooming genius and more like a nearly-two-year-oldtoddler. Those were the moments that Sakumo treasured the most.
Moments like these, when Kakashi stuck out his footand pointed imperiously at his laces like a tiny emperor demanding to be tendedto. Sakumo grinned.
“Would you like me to tie your laces for you, Pup?” he asked, bendingdown and reaching for the bitty little foot being offered to him. Kakashiscowled and shook his finger.
“Uh-uh!” he denied. “Ah!” He pointed again with aninsistence noise.
“Use your words, Kakashi. I don’t know what it is you want.”
Sakumo blinked at the foot in his hand, barely bigger than hisscarred palm, then back up at his son. Sharp gray eyes watched him over top ofthe cute green scarf he’d given his boy as a birthday present. It hadn’t beentaken off since and it made his chest feel warm every time he saw it.
“You want me to teach you how to tie your shoes?” Kakashinodded, his imperious expression falling away in favor of a big smile. “Oh.Alright then. Why don’t you sit over here then?”
“Sit!” Kakashi took his foot back and hopped closer, sitting onthe stool next to the front door which never got used.
“Okay, I’ll show you once and then I’ll talk you through ityourself, okay?” Sakumo waited for his son to nod before taking the loose redlaces in his hands. “The first thing you do is make sure they’re pulled nice andtight. Then you make puppy ears in each string and tie them together in a knot.Do you remember how to make a knot?” Kakashi nodded, eyes trained avidly onwhat was happening before him. “Good. Now we sing the song. Over, under, around, and through! Meet Mr.Puppy Dog, pull and through!”
Kakashi clapped and giggled in delight, crowing, “Puppy! Puppy!”
Kakashi’s tiny hands were reaching for the strings before Sakumohad finished speaking, picking them up eagerly and trying to make his fingersdance the way his father’s had so easily. He struggled to form small loops oneither side, wiggling them back and forth like flapping ears, then looked up atSakumo with an expectant expression.
“Sing, Tōsan!” he demanded. Sakumo laughed and obliged.
“Over, under, around, andthrough! Meet Mr. Puppy, pull and through!”
The older man watched in amazement as his son completed a clumsyknot on his first try, pulling the loops tight as he finished then flutteringboth feet in the air and throwing his hands up above his head.
“Yay!” Sakumo clapped his hands in celebration. “You did good Pup!And on your first try, too!”
He opened his arms in invitation and Kakashi launched himselfinside his embrace, snuggling up to his chest the way he never did if therewere other people there watching.
Yes, his son was sometimes so smart that it was scary. He might bea genius and learn faster than any other child his age outside of the Naraclan. He might even be just a little too perceptive for someone who until nowhadn’t even known how to tie his own shoelaces.
But he was also only two years old. He was oddly articulate andyet still preferred to speak one word at a time. He giggled and cuddled andsometimes slept with his thumb stuck between his teeth. No matter what anybody elsecalled him he would always be first, and foremost, Sakumo’s little boy.
