#exanimos

oh my. looks like we'll be indistinguishable in no time.

❝ that certainly [ . . . ] is the case. ❞ gai cannot bring himself to linger on the book for long, though he is glad his dear rival found something he enjoyed; it's leagues better than some books the maito has seen. how a shinobi is supposed to die, for example, the glorification of a noble, sacrificial death never sit quite right with him ever since he adopted his dear, sweet lee. the leaf demands of him fight, die, if necessary; lee asks of him live. and gai finds himself gravitating to the latter.

but why porn of all things.

the cover art, and kakashi's expression while reading invite gai to imagine. and he'd rather not. ❝ how glad i am to see you so passionate about books -- my dear rival. ❞

“Was   it   necessary,”   Baki   prods.   “To   summon   all   the   dogs   at   once?”    He   was   not   a   dog   person,   he   was   not   an   animal   person—though,   that   didn't   mean   he   didn't   occasionally   scratch   the   ear   of   a   village   stray,   or   leave   a   saucer   out   for   the   tomcats.   He   was   not   a   monster.   But   having   so   many       …        as   pets,   felt   like   a   glutton   of   over   stimulation   to   him.   Though,  @exanimos   had   tricked   him   before,   it's   possible   this   was   another   prank. 

“All   I   said   was   that   I   hadn't   seen   a   stray.   I   didn't   know   you   collected   them.” 

❛⠀i'm a little glad that they'll make you the hokage. ❜ and then, forcing a smile, sakura adds, ❛⠀that means you'd stick around more often, right ? ❜

#i'm so happy to see u back tho i'll remake hei after my exams ? ?#i wanna draw lots of art.....n hve them fight..over dumb things;;;;; #ooc.

@exanimos

He is silent for a long time while Kakashi deals deftly with the cut on his arm. The gash is long and ugly, a stupid consequence of his own carelessness in battle, having underestimated the opponent. A lesson in pride. But there is also something to be said about long missions and how the exhaustion accumulates and bleeds into poor decision-making.

The teen finds comfort in the fact that it’s Kakashi who is tending to him, kneeling so closely, steadfast hands making light work. People never see this. His gentle firmness. The undercurrent of care—fear?—that lies beneath his meticulous nature and frosty ways. The bandage is tightened, forcefully—-Gai scrunches his nose in the littlest of winces.

There is a confession sitting at the tip of his tongue, and when his hard, vigilant gaze meets Kakashi’s worn eye, it falls out of his mouth without restraint.

“… I mastered the seventh gate.”