#bottomkakashi

The shared apartment was a study in polite distance. Ryu, a quiet Architecture major, and Kakashi, a perennially exhausted premed student, existed in the same space like two celestial bodies in separate orbits. The only bridge between them was Kuro, a sleek black cat with a penchant for chaos and a deep love for Ryu’s expensive drafting paper.

Because Kakashi lived in the library, Ryu had become the silent guardian of the cat. He fed him, brushed him, and—when he was sure Kakashi wasn't looking—watched from the doorway as Kakashi showered the cat with the affection Ryu secretly craved.

I wish he looked at me like that, Ryu would think, watching Kakashi murmur sweet nonsense into Kuro’s fur.

When Ryu opened his eyes the next morning, the world was terrifyingly large. His bed felt like a vast, quilted continent, and his alarm clock sounded like a construction site. He tried to groan, but all that came out was a high-pitched, frustrated meow.

He froze. He looked down at his "hands," only to find two velvet-soft, black paws. He caught his reflection in the full-length mirror and nearly hissed. He was Kuro.

Before he could spiral into a panic, the front door clicked. Kakashi was home early, looking utterly spent, his silver hair windswept and his tie loosened.

"Kuro? Where's my favorite boy?" Kakashi called out, his voice dropping into that soft, melodic tone he only used in private.

Ryu—now Kuro—didn't have time to hide. Kakashi scooped him up, and for the first time in three years, Ryu felt the warmth of Kakashi’s chest and the strength of his arms. It was intoxicating. Kakashi flopped onto his bed, pulling "Kuro" onto his chest, burying his face in the soft fur behind Ryu's ears.

"You won't believe the day I had, buddy," Kakashi sighed, his fingers scratching that perfect spot right at the base of Ryu’s new tail. Ryu couldn't help it; a loud, vibrating purr rumbled through his tiny ribcage.

"I saw him in the kitchen this morning," Kakashi whispered into the fur. "He looked so tired, Kuro. I wanted to make him coffee, but I just stood there like an idiot and asked if we were out of milk. Why am I like this?"

Ryu stilled. Him?

"I think I'm going to do it Friday," Kakashi continued, his voice muffled and shy. "I bought those fancy pens he likes. The drafting ones. I'm going to leave them on his desk with a note. Do you think Ryu would say yes if I asked him to dinner? Or am I just the annoying roommate with the cat?"

Ryu’s feline heart hammered. The scratching stopped, and Kakashi pulled him back to look him in the eye, his gaze raw and vulnerable.

"He’s so brilliant, Kuro. Every time I see him working on those models, I just want to sit there and watch him for hours. But I don't want to creep him out." Kakashi kissed the top of Ryu’s head. "Wish me luck, little guy. I really, really like him."

The room blurred. The scent of Kakashi’s sandalwood soap intensified until it was overwhelming, and suddenly, the bed felt small again.

Ryu gasped, sitting bolt upright in his own bed, his heart racing. He looked down—human hands. Human legs. He was back.

He scrambled out of bed and threw open his door, nearly colliding with Kakashi in the narrow hallway. Kakashi looked startled, his hand still hovering as if he’d been about to knock.

"Ryu! Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

Ryu didn't let him finish. He looked at Kakashi—really looked at him—and saw the exact same nervous shimmer in his eyes that he'd seen from the perspective of a cat ten minutes ago.

"The pens," Ryu blurted out, his voice cracking. "And Friday. The answer is yes."

Kakashi froze, his brain visibly short-circuiting. "I... how did you... I haven't even..."

Ryu leaned against the doorframe, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. "Let's just say a little bird—or a cat—told me. And Kakashi? You’re not just the roommate. You’re definitely not annoying."

Kakashi’s confusion slowly melted into a stunned, brilliant smile. "I should give Kuro an extra treat tonight."

Kakashi : I am cold.

Gai : MY RIVAL DOES NOT DESERVE TO ENDURE THE HARSH WINDS! *piles him with five thick jackets*

Kakashi (suffocating) : Gai.... That's enough-

Kakashi : *collapes*

Gai (gasps) : Rival.......?

Naruto and Sasuke on a date :

Naruto : Sasuke, I am cold.

Sasuke : *does Fire Style Jutsu*

Naruto (screams) : SASUKE I DIDN'T MEAN LIGHT UP THE FUCKING CITY!

Sasuke (cocks head at his side) : But you were..... cold?

Naruto (grumbles but is secretely amused) : Teme....

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The evening had started with its usual, rhythmic comfort. The hum of the heater in Ryu’s car, the soft scent of Kakashi’s cologne as he climbed into the passenger seat, and the brief, lingering kiss that tasted like the end of a long week.

"Busy day?" Ryu asked, his hand resting naturally on the gear shift, though his thumb traced a small circle on Kakashi’s knee.

"The usual corporate circus," Kakashi sighed, tilting his head back. "But the highlights involved thinking about this dinner. I’m starving."

They drove to their favorite corner bistro, a place where the lighting was dim and the booths were deep. It was their sanctuary, or at least, it was supposed to be.

They were halfway through their appetizers when the atmosphere shifted. A group of three men, stumbling and reeking of cheap whiskey, lurched toward their booth. What started as loud, obnoxious commentary quickly sharpened into something uglier.

One of them leaned over the table, crowding into Kakashi’s personal space, his hand slamming onto the wood near Kakashi’s plate. "You think you’re better than us with your fancy suit and your pretty face?" the man sneered, his breath hot and foul against Kakashi’s cheek.

Kakashi remained calm, his eyes narrowing, but he didn't move. He was used to de-escalation. But he felt the air beside him turn frigid.

Ryu, usually a silent monolith of patience, didn't offer a warning. In one fluid, terrifying motion, he was out of his seat. Before the drunkard could blink, Ryu’s hand was a vice around the man’s throat, pinning him back against a pillar.

Ryu’s face wasn't just angry; it was a mask of cold, murderous intent. His eyes, usually so soft when they looked at Kakashi, were now dark with a primal protective instinct. His knuckles were white, and the low, guttural growl vibrating in his chest suggested he was seconds away from making a choice he couldn't take back.

The restaurant went silent. The other drunkards froze, the bravado drained from their faces as they realized they had poked a sleeping giant.

Kakashi saw the danger. He knew that when Ryu went this dark, he was no longer in the bistro; he was in a space where only the threat and the person he loved existed.

Kakashi stood up, moving with a deliberate, unhurried grace. He didn't grab Ryu’s arm—he knew better than to challenge that strength head-on. Instead, he stepped into Ryu’s line of sight and placed his palm flat against Ryu’s chest, right over his hammering heart.

"Ryu," Kakashi said, his voice low, stern, and cutting through the red haze. "Look at me."

Ryu’s gaze flickered, his chest heaving under Kakashi’s hand.

"Ryu, walk it off," Kakashi commanded, his eyes boring into Ryu’s with an unbreakable intensity. "Honey, walk it off. Right now."

The use of the endearment was the final tether. Ryu’s fingers twitched against the man’s throat before he slowly, almost painfully, uncurled them. He stepped back, the man collapsing to the floor in a heap of coughing and apologies.

Ryu didn't look at the men again. He looked only at Kakashi’s hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his partner's breathing.

The appetite for a public dinner was gone.

The drive home was silent, but Ryu’s hand was gripped so tightly around the steering wheel that his bones stood out. When they finally stepped into their apartment, the door locking behind them, the tension in Ryu’s shoulders finally shattered.

"I'm sorry," Ryu rasped, his voice rough. "He touched you. He was in your space. I just—"

"I know," Kakashi interrupted softly. He didn't scold him. He simply guided Ryu to the sofa and pulled his phone out. "We’re ordering the largest pizza on the menu and we aren't moving for the next twelve hours."

By the time the takeout arrived, the world outside felt a thousand miles away. They spent the rest of the night tangled together under a heavy knit blanket. Kakashi tucked his head into the crook of Ryu’s neck, his legs draped over Ryu’s lap, effectively anchoring him to the cushions.

Ryu’s hand stayed buried in Kakashi’s hair, his touch back to its usual, reverent softness. The rage was gone, replaced by the quiet, domestic peace that only the two of them could create.

"You're a terrifying man, Ryu Okami," Kakashi teased quietly against his skin.

The Hatake estate was draped in the soft, golden light of a late autumn afternoon. There were no flashing cameras, no socialite whispers, and no hollow grandeur. The air was filled with the scent of blooming white camellias and the grounded, earthy aroma of the ancient pines surrounding the property.

Sakumo stood as the sole witness, his presence lending a weight of ancestral approval that the previous engagement had never possessed. Ryu stood at the altar—a simple, polished wooden platform—wearing a traditional dark kimono. He looked every bit the man of substance he was, his gaze never wavering from the path where Kakashi appeared.

Kakashi moved toward him, dressed in matching traditional silk. There was no hesitation in his step this time. When he reached Ryu, they didn't just join hands; they anchored one another.

"I, Okami Ryu, take you not as a prize or a trophy," Ryu’s voice rang out, deep and resonant, "but as my partner in every draft and every finished structure of our lives. I promise you the truth, even when it’s hard, and a heart that will never need to be found, because it will always be with you."

Kakashi’s voice was a soft, melodic contrast. "I take you, Ryu, for the man you are—the man who stayed, the man who built a home out of ruins, and the man who taught me that I never have to settle for a ghost again."

As they exchanged rings—simple, brushed platinum bands with their real names engraved inside—Sakumo nodded once, a silent closing of a dark chapter.

"You may seal this promise," Sakumo announced.

Ryu leaned in, his touch reverent. It wasn't a performance for a crowd; it was a private sealing of a soul-deep contract.

The moon hung high over the estate as they retreated to the master suite. The room was quiet, lit only by the flickering warmth of a few candles.

In the past, these moments had been a source of quiet anxiety for Kakashi. Ren’s touch had been a series of demands—fast, selfish, and often rough, leaving Kakashi feeling more like an object than a lover. With Ren, the lights were usually bright, the movements clinical, and the connection non-existent.

Ryu was different.

He started by simply taking Kakashi’s hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over the knuckles, grounding him in the present. He moved with a slow, deliberate patience that was almost agonizing in its tenderness.

When Ryu finally reached for him, it wasn't to pull or push. He traced the line of Kakashi’s throat with the tips of his fingers, his touch as light as a breath. Every movement was an unspoken question, waiting for Kakashi’s silent answer.

"Ryu..." Kakashi breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as Ryu’s lips found the sensitive skin beneath his ear.

"I have you," Ryu whispered against his skin.

He didn't rush. He mapped Kakashi’s body as if he were memorizing the most important blueprint of his career. Where Ren had been a storm that tore through, Ryu was the tide—steady, overwhelming, and deep. He focused on the curve of Kakashi’s waist, the tension in his shoulders, and the soft sounds of his breath, responding to every shiver with a renewed, gentle focus.

When they finally merged, it wasn't a conquest. It was a conversation. Ryu held Kakashi’s face in both hands, his eyes locked onto Kakashi’s, refusing to let him look away. He wanted Kakashi to see exactly who was loving him. He wanted there to be no doubt.

In the soft shadows, the last remnants of the "Okami Ren" lie finally evaporated. There was only the heat of skin on skin, the rhythm of two hearts finally beating in sync, and the profound, quiet strength of a man who knew exactly what he was protecting.

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