#dawngod

Jiraiya has always liked this quiet town on the border of the Country of Fire and the country of the Grass. The local cafe cooked delicious dango and served flavored tea. He just wanted to go there when he suddenly felt the familiar chakra. Jiraiya opened his eyes wide, not believing his feelings. It could not be. He looked back and saw someone whom he no longer expected to see.

These eyes, he could not forget, even if he really wanted to. But this time there was no cold steel in them, they were incredulous in surprise. Nagato could be understood, he was quite sure that he had killed him. Just like Jiraiya was sure that Nagato sacrificed himself to return those he killed in Konoha.

The left hand unpleasantly tingled, as it always did in bad weather. The events of that day often return to him nightmares, not allowing to forget. But Jiraiya didn’t want to forget. He made the right choice, unlike his former student. 

💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates?

Not really, at least not for himself. Given all the people he’s ever shown interest in usually end up dead.

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc (closed)

Time in the Land of Rain was, well, always a bit troubling. Not for the weather or anything, but the memories. This village, well, city really, housed a great deal of them. Many were happy, many were from a time when Kisame had been given a chance at love, given a home despite his wrongdoings… And now, those memories were bittersweet and painful.

He stood before the door of his once was apartment, rain hitting his face, as he hesitated to go in. It’d been a long, long time, and he didn’t know how much it’d hurt to see everything again. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he almost flinched and jumped back… He froze instead, and turned his head to see Nagato. He put on a smile, but it was strained and destined to fade quickly.