#bakisensei

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●●●○○ | ATTRACTION (baki has cool aura even when he doesn't know it. he's obviously a strong shinobi and has a hardiness about him that gai thinks is attractive. negative points for terrorism)

●○○○○ | AFFECTION (mainly the terrorism but i really really think they can grow to like each other)

●●○○○ | INTEREST (seems like a cool dude)

○○○○○ | LOYALTY (sorry ..)

●○○○○ | TRUST (he'd give him the benefit of doubt!)

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

the  air  was  quiet save  for  the  soft  rustle  of  fabric  and  the  surrounding  sound  of  forest  life.     she  knelt  beside  @bakisensei,   composure  steady  despite  the  faint  tension  in  long - lashed gaze.     specks  of  peeking  sunlight  caught  the  medic's  hair  while  gently  reaching  for  the  injured  arm,   turning  it  gently  with  practiced  precision.          ❝     this  is  going  to  sting  a  little.     ❞          words  were  soft   ⸻   more  warning  than  comfort,   though  there  was  something  undeniably  gentle  in  the  way  she  said  it.     damp  cloth  moved  carefully  over  his  wound,   cleaning  away  traces  of  blood…

@bakisensei liked for a starter

"Gaara's teacher, huh?" Naruto's head tilted, looking at the man with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment.

"So… they pay you for doing nothing?" A boy who had not learned manners until too late in life. His question fell from his lips with no ill intent. To him, Gaara — and his siblings — didn't need something like a sensei. They appeared so great. Like they had been born with all their knowledge and powers. Not like him, who needed Kakashi to explain even the simplest things to him. He could not even imagine the same for the team from the sand.

and it was evident, gaara was beginning to change. ever since that day during the chunin exams — gaara had come back home with a different energy entirely. one could see the gears in his head turning; trying to consider the lives of others now, trying to re-center his approach in battle towards compassion.

but it was difficult, and accidents still happened. years of killing others, especially those who provoked — had left an impression on gaara that was going to take a while to steer away from.

"…i know," there's an emptiness in his eyes still, "but i still want… to do better."

he still evoked so much fear. he still thought murderously. he was still a demon, even when he made the effort to try to be anything else.

First impressions | Accepting

" I could ask the same question. " There is no headband visible anywhere in her body, but it's clear that this woman was not from Suna, and yet, she was browsing the files cabinet from one of the official buildings like she was in charge of the place.

The  bar  was  not  a  place  he  often  spent  his  time.   Nursing  an  aching  shoulder  where Kakashi  dug  his  teeth  into  him,  Baki  thought  that  maybe  he  was  allowed  a  beer.   The  bottle  was  sweating  around  his  fingers  wrapped,  loosely,  around  the  neck.   Eye  fixed  on  nothing—possibly  the  blinking  neon  sign  against  the  far  wall.    He  also  didn't  like  to  get  into  pointless  fights,  but  he  had  kids  staying  with  him  now     …    he  had  to  make  sure  they  were  safe;  even  from  the  surrounding  neighbors.   (Even  if  Kakashi  was  usually  harmless,  a  little  odd—but  mostly  harmless).     Speaking  of  the  kids,  he  sent  them  to  the  movies,  but  he  was  sure  they  split  the  money  and  currently  are  stalking  around  the  mall  doing  whatever  they  wanted,  hopefully  just  staying  out  of  trouble.   He's  had  enough  of  that  for  one  fucking  day.  The  woman  behind  the  bar  passed  him  like  a  pinball,  back  and  forth,  takes  out  a  rag  to  clean  up  some  spilled  ice,  and  back  again.   She  was  nice  enough;  if  he  were  drunker,  he  might've  asked  for  her  number  before  he  asked  if  she  was  single.  The  music  was  low,  but  pounding  enough  that  she  had  to  speak  up  to  patrons,  so  when  she  dissapeared  from  his  eyesight,  he  can't  hear  what's  being  said  around  him—not  that  he  cares  too  much.   Thirty  bucks  was  crumpled  in  his  palm,  ready  to  be  placed  down  so  he  can  stumble  home  before  the  kids  do.  “Here,”  the  woman  slid  him  a  beer  from  behind  the  counter.  It  was  sweating  a  ring  into  the  bar.   The  woman,  whose  nametag  read  Anko,  jabbed  a  thumb  towards  the  end  of  the  bar.   “From  your  buddy  down  there.”  Buddy?  The  person  separating  them  slides  off  their  stool  and  stumbles  out.  Baki  sighed  at  the  shock  of  wild,  gray  hair.  “You  didn't  have  to  do  that.” 

"Yeah," Kakashi agrees, not bothering to slip into the stool closer to Baki. He isn't exactly wary of him- Baki had seemed disinterested in continuing to punch him after their little dust-up had concluded and Kakashi had unlocked his jaw from the meat of his shoulder- but he likes his personal space. He's drinking a sprite through a ridiculous straw, and holding a zip bag with a frozen damp paper towel to his black eye.

Bastard hit him on his good side.

Their fight didn't even rank in the top twenty most painful; most of those belonged to Carson, or some of the guys in his old unit. Baki probably wasn't hitting him as hard as he could, considering the guy has biceps that are bigger than Kakashi's thighs and fists like hammers. All the same, he figured it was just polite to buy him a beer for not crushing his skull on the front lawn in front of Sasuke and his own three shiny new bad ass little shits. It's no skin off his back, considering he'd stolen Officer Reeves' wallet when he'd come to 'break up the fight' after it was already over.

"You got insurance, man?" he asks absently, stirring his sprite with his stupid fucking straw. "If you do, you should go get your shoulder checked out. People have fucked up mouths, you don't want a staph infection or nothin'."

sharp yellow eyes pierce from the darkness of his markings, and were it not for them the one tailed beast would blend into the desert nigh perfectly -- a foolish thought to approach shuaku in his most natural, his reach knows no bounds here; HE IS THE DESERT. cruel, always hungry, scorching hot and mercilessly cold at the same time. shukaku looms over baki, towering; imposing. gaara's old teacher, but for him nothing, nothing at all. another life that ought to be his to take. and there he stands now, ontop a dune that could've just as well been his grave. and the deity did not move. just stared. ❝ has sunagakure forgotten to fear me already. ❞ his thunderous voice as haunting as it was terrible. ❝ your hubris knows no bounds, tiny specks, all alone, little man. ❞

❛    was   i   more   than   it's   worth?    ❜    rena's   eyes   weakly   lift   to   his   hands   carefully,    searching   his   expression   despite   the   pain   slowly   tearing   through   her.    deep,    cherry-red   seeps   steadily   from   the   wound   beneath   his   palms.    everything   hurts———————    the   pressure   of   his   hands,    the   sharp   ache   blooming   in   her   stomach,    the   terrifying   awareness   of   how   hard   her   heart   was   beating   against   his   palms…    she   can   feel   every   frantic   pulse,    struggling   to   keep   her   anchored.    war   was   never   pretty,    &    it   took   whatever   it   wanted,    each    &    every   time.    ❛    or   will   you   see   my   name    &    i'll   fade?    ❜ / @bakisensei, waste.