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Meme

Reni hates, absolutely hates, getting reports filled out by Kotetsu.

Boxes left blank, timestamps are ball-parked and round up to 5 minute increments, “N/A” and “Unknown” could be his catchphrase and sometimes he even forgets to sign his own name.

But she knows it was him.

memes, accepting

at fourteen years old, morino ibiki has obligations. seeing his little brother off to academy. cleaning their home and cooking balanced meals. intensive training sessions toward his ninja quest. learning the art of interrogation. how to gather critical information. how to physically and mentally hurt a suspect.

the pads of his fingers bear callouses. the caverns and crags of his boyhood face reveal silent, unproclaimed struggles. (hasn’t eaten. hasn’t slept. he was a machine. powering. adapting. functioning.)

the chūnin exams will take place soon. study, study, study.

ibiki, his complexion tanned like pottery clay, idles inside the herbal shop. his sandals trudge. as though you traverse quicksand rather than solid, reliable ground. the boy’s fingers tremble, twist. he greets reni and her father. he huddles off toward a shelf. medicine. tea. salves. botanicals. the boy nearly windmills into reni. his coordination was flawed, feeble. wet, gooey blood seeps from his nostrils.

bring on the disaster 💋 - send for a kiss from kakashi (5/5)

She slips him a scroll and he palms it, and then they both freeze at the sound of footsteps heading down the hall towards them. There isn't supposed to be anyone else in the archives this late at night, no one except for--

"It's Ootomi," Kakashi whispers on an exhale, quietly enough that the man they suspect of being a ROOT plant wont hear him as he approaches. "Reni, I'm going to--"

As Ootomi rounds the corner, Kakashi presses her into the wall behind her, looming over her with one hand pressed next to her head, pulling his cloth mask down to lock their lips together in what will likely shape up to be one of the stiffest, most uncomfortable kisses Reni will ever receive.

As if startled by the other man's appearance, Kakashi draws away with a gasp, slipping his mask back up over his face. The scroll has been secreted away into one of his many pockets, not to be seen by the light of day until he's back in his flat and can pour over it in peace. "Oh- excuse me, Ms. Kita," he steps away, not having to fake the burning pink of his ears. He bows to her, and then turns to Ootomi, clears his throat, and bows to him awkwardly as well. "I was just, er, lost, and Ms. Kita was going to help me find the exit, please forgive--"

He's pulled this move a hundred times-- not kissing Reni, but trying to pretend to lie very badly in an effort to hide what he's actually lying about. People must think he's a scatterbrained idiot, because it works almost every time. It works now, too. Ootomi rolls his eyes, and then wanders past them.

Konoha’s noble gate guard stands at his station, elbow propped on the tabletop with an ankle crossed over the other.

He smiles after the squad of spring chicken genin running back into the heart of the town, mission scroll in hand, each kid having a turn jumping at its decorative tassels to be the one to carry it and re-read the mission instructions.

The chunin looks proud like a papa as he bounces his bent leg and gives the determined squadron full of candor and glee a nod with his nose in their direction. His eyes move to glance in the other’s direction before immediately averting back to the kiddos that he sent on a quest.

"Are you absolutely sure that your plan is foolproof?

"What plan?" Yamato asks, voice flat. Naruto's complaints can be heard from the hallway, his trudging footsteps nearly as loud as he approaches the door to the archives. "I mean, I left him detailed instructions on what should be put away where, and marked everything very clearly, but... well, there's no such thing as foolproof, is there?"

Everyone has to learn patience and empathy somewhere. Naruto had called the archivists "a couple of paper pushers" one too many times, and... well, frankly, Yamato was hungover, and didn't feel like getting thrown into a tree by a fucking sixteen year old genin.

memes, accepting

special jōnin had registered the silent giveaways of exhaustion. the way her hand ticked, twinged. the millisecond flare behind her steadfast gaze. konoha archivist was tiring herself, working too much.

ibiki hums a sound of disagreement. repetitive movements can cause muscle cramping. (his gloveless fingers hover toward her hand. a quiet, earnest appeal that workload be paused.)

Hands him her last pickled plum onigiri to put them both out of their misery

There are far more permanent ways to put them both out of their misery. But for now, Kakashi takes it with something that, in another person, might be considered reverence.