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The current state of his appearance. and shortness of breath sends her into a bit of a worry. Did he get hurt? Did someone try to hurt him. As soon as she reaches out to him, she’s pauses and stares at the bear before her. Shoulders relax and features soften as gentle hands take the bear from his.

“Yahiko...” It’s soft, just like the bear that she is now examining before hugging it to her chest. Honestly? She loves it, it will forever mean a lot to her. Age didn’t matter, if anything it being considered a child's toy sort of made it a bit more meaningful when you put not having toys as an orphan into consideration. Rarely could they find something that wasn’t ruined or bloodied.

Stab my muse. | @broken-support

[[ Well, it’s either that or Naruto nagging and nagging and nagging until Sasuke sat still for two seconds to take a photo.

I can easily excuse having photos of Sasuke pre-war. They used a genin photo for his bingo book photo and Karin had a photo of him in his (at the time) current outfit on her person. But anything post-war is....headcanon territory.

But omg. We know Naruto wants his face plastered everywhere, he was all too happy to send out photos of him as a kid or henge into.....

I just ruined my own headcanon >_>

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

Itachi is an Uchiha. And as with this lineage, all emotions are alarmingly heightened, because they are indeed sensitive to every emotion there is. When they hate you, they loathe everything there is about you. When they love you, there’s nothing but hatred that can break that, but even so love will linger but hate will almost always overpower that. 

Heartache will accompany in the wake of love, especially when losing a loved one. The grief is too much, that it will begin affecting every day life. Nothing seems as bright anymore, every thing that was once happy in their life is seen as a failure of his person. Itachi hides a lot of his emotions, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel them.

Nagato couldn’t sleep - he was often the insomniac of Akatsuki, keeping watch that everything was in order. In the past couple of weeks however, his insomnia had clear roots: he was afraid of the masked man coming, stalking, posing a danger to all close to him.

So it felt quite strange to see Yahiko up as well; at least he was talkative and promptly explained what he was going through ‘they don’t understand.’ ‘I’m no savior.’ ‘I’m scared.’

Nagato frowned in worry and somewhat disbelief: how can he doubt himself. He had utter faith in his best friend’s cause for he was the pillar of all of Nagato’s ambitions. Yahiko was hope. Half of him was confused yet empathetic, the other enraged of how much the lad doubted himself. He chose to act upon neither, biting his lip.

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Any skilled author knew how to spin words for occasions, to capture emotion and paint pictures of vibrant color with the drab black brushstroke against white paper. But a master at the craft knew when words didn’t suffice. They recognized the moments where the absence of text spoke more than any combination of words ever could.

Jiraiya had never considered himself a master. His own life showcased the ability to talk; silence had been reserved for analysis.

In that moment, though, of looking at a face that usually held a smile so bright it could light up a cave, words failed him. Looking back on this moment he would recognize the silence for what it was – the rawest communication of broken emotion a human was able to give. 

This was not a moment to remain silent.

Hands caressed shoulders before he cupped his student’s head. “Shhh.” A soothing murmur from a broken throat, reaching far for comfort he had to believe existed. “Never, never have you wasted my time, nor are you a failure.”

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At first, it makes her sad. Did Yahiko not have an interest in her like she had for him? But wait, that’s hypocritical of her, she also made a Tinder. Shrugging it off Konan continues to read.

But what if she was right? Konan has changed a lot since he had died. She starts to sweat and can feel a knot in her stomach; she’s feeling anxious now. But how can she say no to Yahiko? Maybe she can let him know she is still interested. She’s never been a straightforward flirt anyway.