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For @louiserandom on her special day.

Kakashi is here to show you some love~. 💖

Artwork: @tuliharja

How’s this lol

@a-kid-named-hiro @tuliharja @louiserandom

Y’all out here saying nice things to me, how dare >:( Well, you’re all wonderful too, and I think you’re all super sweet, and I hope you have amazing days/weeks/a whole fucking awesome ass month.

(also sorry I’m not on much lately, life is crazy right now)

fam i’m lowkey scared of doing plot (especially with what’s going on in the bnha manga rn) so i just wrote this instead

i think my brain got sprained or something idk fam i’m feeling a bit scrambled i hope the nightmare “sequence” is okay

———

Katsuki twists in the sheets of his bed, tossing and turning in his sheets, deep in the throes of a nightmare.

Darkness creeps into his vision and crawls into his mouth, a hand tight around his neck and pulling; he can’t breathe—

Nononono— I’m not a villain, never will be; get your fucking hands off me—

The darkness of it all suddenly changes with scenes of colored, realistic suffering, dripping red, red, red. They look too real to be simply nightmares—

Red eyes and light, light, light—white—hair, heralded as a harbinger of death since he greeted the world with his cries. A wraith, a demon, a monster, a weapon.

Brothers buried, two too young, the last one leaving him behind, alonealonealone he buries himself in his work and creates atrocities much worse than before.

Are those memories—

Red, red, red, he lies in the pool of his own blood, dirtied blond and silver in his vision, close enough that it’s clear they’re receiving their end together—how nice of them to die together unlike me and mine—

He awakes in a shower of paper and chakra, rest disturbed by his own work. He can’t cry—

A rise and a fall of someone he couldn’t save, a waterfall of unruly black waving through the air like a war banner—

Katsuki wakes with a gasp. His breathing is labored but he can breathe.

He tries to calm himself but instead lets out a small hysterical laugh, a hand coming up to press into his eyes.

Just his luck that he’s the fucking reincarnation of a man with more than enough sins to bear, finding out and recovering his memories merely days since Kamino Ward.

This had to be his penance.

Bakugou Katsuki had slept, days since his—as much as he loathes to admit it—rescue from the League of Villains, descended into a nightmare that bled into memories from Before, and woke up with the memories of Senju Tobirama, the White Demon, the Nidaime Hokage.

Just his fucking luck.

-

He regains his ability to sense but with how much the world has changed, his senses are going to take a little while to adapt.

This is going to be a pain.

-

He’d say it’s ridiculous that this world apparently had heroism as a profession but since the idea of ninjas having control of the elements come off as absurd here, he hasn’t the ground to argue.

-

His parents—and how novel a feeling that his parents actually care about him rather than see him as a weapon of war to be used—are concerned with his change in demeanor but are willing to let it slide, telling him that they’re there to listen if he wants to talk about it.

How could he tell them he was an assassin and mercenary who grew up in a wartorn era in his past life? He couldn’t so he didn’t.

When Aizawa and All Might visit to ask for their permission to let Katsuki live in the dorms, he lets himself react the way he usually does in this life: reacting in a way reminiscent of Madara, loud and unrepentant but less so.

(Even when his mother said it jokingly, being called worthless still hurt, stinging both him and his newly-surfaced old memories. They speak about it later and Mitsuki apologizes, cursing her quick mouth for its careless words. It was a good start to amendments at least. He feels grateful.)

All Might isn’t very good at being subtle. The way he avoided Katsuki’s question was just sad but he’s quite sure he already knows what’s going on. He lets him off the hook. He’ll get his confirmation sooner or later.

-

The day they move into the dorms, Katsuki is making his way to Class 1-A’s dorm when he bumps into Todoroki and—

He knows that signature, even with the addition of the edge of ice to half of it, fire and the hearth and warmth.

“Madara,” Katsuki whispers, his voice catching in a rasp.

Todoroki’s face whips in his direction, usually deadpan features pulled into something much more emotive, eyes wide and eyebrows threatening to fly away—a bit disconcerting but since Madara is used to having a much more expressive face, he gets it.

“To— TOBIRA—?!”

Katsuki claps Todoroki’s mouth shut, discreetly looking around, eyes frantically looking around. He feels Todoroki’s temperature fluctuating under his hand but he doesn’t pay it much mind. 

Sure that they’re alone, Katsuki looks into Todoroki’s indignant eyes and staves off the likely explosive reaction of the other. “Later,” he hisses.

Aizawa wouldn’t like them being late.

Todoroki nods in acquiescence, his brows drawn together in a scowl.

Katsuki removes his hand from Todoroki’s face and they walk to the dorm they will reside in the foreseeable future.

They walk in silence, minds awhirl.

-

Later, after their dorm ranking shenanigans, Todoroki walks up into the roof where Katsuki stood near the fenced-off edges.

Tentatively, they start talking. They talk about when they gained their past memories. They talk about their past selves and coming to the conclusion that they will leave the grudges behind—being manipulated by a false-plant earns someone the benefit of the doubt—the past is the past, they can only change the future. They apologize for their past actions only once.

They negotiate. Todoroki has suddenly lost some of his control over his ice but gained some for his fire—likely because of his memories as Madara, Katsuki suspects—and needs some help. Katsuki also lost some control over his explosions, an old part of him rebelling and wishing for water to do his bidding but he can’t, not until he can figure out how to use chakra in this body or even then he might only be able to use it in its pure form without change in nature. It pains him to be severed from what he once considered part of him but this is now his reality and he must endure it.

They come to an agreement to help each other since they figured that the other could help them as each other’s current problem is the other’s past specialty.

How convenient.

After hours of discussion, they part ways and sleep, hearts a bit lighter.

They sleep dreamlessly.

-

Only a couple of months into their arrangement, Katsuki looks at Todoroki and feels the possibility of something he never had the chance to explore Before.

He only expected that their arrangement to help each other acclimatize to their new old memories and their quirks but they had grown closer the past few weeks, noticeably enough that their classmates had started commenting on it.

Katsuki comes to a decision. He grins. 

He wonders if Todoroki would fluster as badly as his previous self.

This promises to be fun.

———

...idk what i just wrote i think this is a fever dream

...y’all i haven’t watched bnha in a While now hrghrgrh

will i expand on this? idk y’all we’ll see lol

highkey nervous about this tbh

i have made the executive decision to go with an “everybody lives” au i just want these bbs happy dammit or at least less miserable

fair warning: i have not watched the anime aside from a few episodes; i’ve only read the entirety of the manga so

it’s currently 4 am i’ve been working on this for at least 6 hours ...i was really nervous okay

———

Kakashi has always been odd. He’s been called a prodigy. A genius. He hears the whispers around him, both in awe and fear. He knows he has quirks that others found odd but let’s be real, who isn’t?

He’s one of the few who have mastered all chakra natures, lightning most especially along with water.

He wielded the water in the air as well as the lightning that buzzes under his skin ever since his childhood. He uses them as he would his arms, like they are part of him.

He assumes his affinity for water is a talent of his soulmate since the rush of flowing water doesn’t sing to him like the crackle of lightning in his hands ever did but bends just as easily as his natural affinity.

When he stepped onto his teen years, he gains another talent. A less known quirk of Kakashi is his propensity for creating universe-breaking jutsu when the mood strikes. He’s been forced to stick to a theory-only approach after an incident with Rin and Obito and three-story tall multi-headed elephant for some reason, banned from performing his theorized jutsus by a very harried Rin who looked ready to strangle him as he affected a casual air after the said incident.

(“Konoha can only take so much of this, Kakashi!”

“Maa, Mr. Elephant didn’t kill anyone did he?”

The only reason Rin hadn’t mauled his face off was a tired Obito holding her back before she could lunge. Kakashi buys him copious amounts of dango in thanks after that.

The world would weep if his handsome mug was shorn off after a minor incident like that.)

The only other shinobi alive that he knows can do this much prefers biology-leaning endeavors, thank the gods. Seeing as it’s Orochimaru… yeah.

Aside from spacetime jutsu, he also adores other jutsu just for the joy of it working, adding to his repertoire to protect his precious people is just a bonus. He mostly keeps it to himself aside from a trusted few.

He is suddenly reminded of a moment in the few times he was put in Senju Tsunade’s security detail years ago.

(The Senju Princess had seen Kakashi in a discreet area close enough to keep watch but far enough away that the jutsu he’s currently testing wouldn’t affect anyone nearby too badly.

He smells her as she nears but focuses on the lightning in his hands. It wouldn’t do for anyone, especially himself even with his strong affinity for lightning, if he lost control of the crackling light he’s trying to shape.

“You know—” The Senju hiccups. ”—you remind me of someone.”

A bit caught off-guard by the rare soft smile on the Senju Princess’ face, he humors her. “Who, if I may ask, Tsunade-sama?”

The princess leans her face in her hand as she leans on a tree, her eyes gaining some melancholy but her smile remaining warm. “My uncle.”)

On the rare days when loneliness hit hardest, he thinks about the possibility that his soul could possibly be bonded to a dead man.

(He remembers an entry in a history book about the First Shinobi World War back in his academy days. “The Nidaime’s body was never found.”)

Surely the universe wouldn’t be cruel. But with all the crap that’s gone on with his life, it sounds unlikely that the universe would be so merciful.

Looking at the thought-dead Nidaime, or at least someone who looked a lot like him, bleeding out on the training ground he’s been training his cute little students in, just appearing in front of him without fanfare, he reconsiders. He puts those thoughts at the back of his mind to carry the heavily injured man to the hospital, hastily dismissing his still-shocked students. Aa, he'll have to train them out of that.

Kakashi knows this is dangerous. This is an unknown shinobi in his arms who bears a strong resemblance to one of Konoha's esteemed founders, the one who hauled Konoha into the shape it took today if memory serves right.

But his instincts are telling him that while the individual in his arms is dangerous, he won't be a danger to him or the village. He senses no henge, smelled nothing that hinted at deceit. He trusts his instincts and so continues his dash for the medical building.

When he arrives, it's to Senju Tsunade walking into the reception and halting in shock at the white-haired bleeding man in Kakashi's arms.

The Princess visibly shakes herself out of her stupor to focus on the pressing situation, barking orders to the personnel around her and directing Kakashi to lower the man in his arms to a bed and getting herded out.

With nothing else to do and with blood on his clothes and skin and under his fingers, he opts to get into a change of clothes and nap.

To his relief, he succeeds.

-

Weeks pass and Senju Tobirama, the Nidaime Hokage—certified by a Yamanaka once the man relented to a mind-walk—, walks the streets of the village he helped raise.

Within the first week, Kakashi is assigned, along with Shisui, to help the Nidaime acclimatize to the future the man had teleported himself into.

Over those weeks, Kakashi finds out more about the man out of time.

He learns that he’s not as cold as he seems. A passionate man with an explosive temper, the former Hokage has the zeal that could fill an army, brow-beating the council who had grown too power-hungry into compliance.

He learns that the Nidaime—“Just call me Tobirama. Formalities between us will just make this unbearably tedious, yes?”—is, without a doubt, a nerd. A dangerous nerd but a nerd nonetheless. The white-haired man would often go on tangents about various theories, salivate over new knowledge, even get into chakra theory debates with Kakashi. And Kakashi can’t help but be endeared.

He learns that even with his niece older than him, he still dotes on her as if she is still the child he probably bounced on his hip, carried on his shoulders. He even still did so with his students who are visibly much, much older than he is now.

He learns that the man would let children climb all over him, topple him, play with him without any care for the damage to his reputation. That he would rather subject himself to mind-numbing boredom (and wow the Nidaime's coping methods for boredom are worse than Kakashi's) than turn a child away.

(Kakashi looks disbelievingly at the scene in front of him: the great Nidaime, Demon of the Senju, Terror of the Battlefield, is buried under children and laughing. He’s never heard the white-haired man laugh before, thought that the cold face would never break out into smiles and laughter. He was wrong.

Kakashi wasn’t ready to see such a bright smile on the usually stern man’s face as the man is surrounded by children. Kakashi’s knees feel weak all of a sudden.

Tsunade stands beside him, smiling wistfully. “He and dad have the same laugh.”)

He learns that, even after how much time has passed, Tobirama would start his day by lighting incense for his dead brothers, would sit vigil, praying for his brothers’ souls’ peace in the Pure Lands, until the incense finishes burning.

(“I had hoped to see them in the Pure Lands soon but alas I sent myself here instead. I wonder why,” Tobirama says when the last of the incense burns, still sat on the cushion in front of the shrine in his house in the Senju Compound.

Apparently, no one had the heart to clean it out when the man hadn’t returned from his mission. Kakashi remembered someone mentioning that the Shodaime’s wife had kept saying that he wasn’t dead, that he would return. He absentmindedly wonders if Tobirama had learned of that, that his honored sister had died waiting for his return, certain of it but never having seen it come true in her lifetime. It’s a small consolation to know that Tsunade had been there for her mother until she passed.

Kakashi can’t help but scrutinize Tobirama’s wording, wondering if he’s also just a little bit suicidal. Though, Kakashi supposes, aren’t all shinobi just a little bit like that?

Shaking himself of the thought, Kakashi doesn’t deign to acknowledge the gaze prodding at him, instead commenting on the spartan decor of his dwellings. Nevermind that he’s being hypocritical.)

He learns that the famously sharp-eyed man actually had horrible near-sightedness, often needing to use glasses—they frame his pale face really, really well—when reading anything. Tobirama often used his sensing to make up for his eyesight on the battlefield.

(“Tobirama-san—” Kakashi chokes mid-sentence.

“Yes?” Tobirama doesn’t look up from the book on sealing Kushina had given him yesterday.

“Y— You were glasses,” Kakashi says weakly.

“As you can clearly see, yes.” Tobirama glances up through his lashes, gaze curious. “What are you here for, Kakashi?”

Kakashi gathers his thoughts in a mad scramble behind a casual mask, glad that only three-quarters of his face is visible. “Tsunade-san told me to tell you to go to the river. She didn’t tell me any specifics,” he says with an eye smile at the end. Job done, he gets out of the room before his mind gets scrambles further.)

He learns that underneath all that shrewd genius is a man who loves as deep as the ocean his chakra felt like. Tobirama loves like he would not have a second chance at it and so gives his entire being into it. Kakashi gets it, Tobirama grew up in a generations-long war where life was a constant uncertainty. He loves his family, children, the village, everything he does is for what he is passionate about.

When he figures it out, Kakashi finds himself in too deep to climb back out.

He doesn't talk about his suspicions about their probable soul-deep connection. He doesn't want to be wrong.

-

Kakashi finally gets his confirmation after weeks of wondering.

A group of rogue ninja apparently thought it would be a great idea to sneak in and wreak havoc in Konoha, forgetting that the recently returned Nidaime is also one of the greatest sensors in history and could sniff them out without trouble.

The rogues don’t even get the chance to get farther than the walls of the village when a team of shinobi comprised of Tobirama, Kakashi, and Shisui arrive to dispatch them.

A bit of an overkill if anyone asks Kakashi but he saw that look in Tobirama’s eyes when he felt the intruders during a picnic with Tsunade. It looks like someone needs to get some energy out of his system with an all-out fight.

He’s near the end of dispatching the three shinobi who confronted him when he hears the familiar sound of a thousand chirping birds. Who—

He’d only taught Chidori to his team after they needled at him when he helped Naruto learn the Rasengan, they didn’t relent until he agreed to teach them. No one else should know that jutsu—

A thought comes to him, and hope fills his chest as he moves to finish off the enemy.

Task done, he turns—

Tobirama’s hand is lit up with chirping lightning chakra, white hair and pale skin glowing from the light. He looks majestic, power radiating from him as his chakra permeated the air.

Kakashi stands stock-still as he takes in the sight. He’s always appreciated beauty and this is no different.

He plunges his lightning-coated hand through the chest of the one right in front of him as his other hand moves to control water from thin air into the shape of a blade that cuts through three enemy shinobi in quick succession.

Tobirama turns to look at him after he’s sure the rogues won’t be getting up anytime soon.

It’s him. Senju Tobirama is Hatake Kakashi’s soulmate.

(The both of them don’t see Shisui awkwardly standing with the shinobi he fought tied up and not mortally wounded much unlike the fair-haired men’s that are laying haphazardly in the dirt and bleeding.)

-

They sit at a table in Tobirama’s house, tea steaming in front of them, finished with bringing in the intruders to T&I for them to deal with.

The silence feels deafening and for want to just get it on with, Kakashi says it outright.

“I think you’re my soulmate, no— I’m sure you’re my soulmate.” There, it’s up to Tobirama to decide if they should pursue it or not. Kakashi can take the rejection, shinobi endure.

“Hmm.” Tobirama sips his tea. “I did feel a resonance with our chakra but I hadn’t been completely sure. I was uncertain about how I should approach it so I let it be. I suppose it was the right decision as I have grown fonder of you as the days went by, it gave me time to discover you.”

What. “What?” Kakashi feels a bit faint and puts his hand flat on the floor beside him, quietly asking the tatami for support in these trying times.

Tobirama sets his cup down and looks Kakashi right in the eye, bold in his sincerity. “I find your company enjoyable; I don’t see any issue with pursuing a relationship. In fact, I would like it if you were to agree to pursuing such.”

Kakashi feels frozen, eyes stuck in contact with intense red. He tries to speak but only a faint sound comes out. “...Oh.”

Tobirama raises a brow, obviously expecting more of a reaction. “Is that an agreement or a rejection, Kakashi?”

Kakashi tries to ignore the tingle he feels at his name being called by that deep resonating voice, trying to articulate his scrambling thoughts. “...I didn’t actually think about what I would do if you accepted.” The I was pretty sure you would reject me isn’t said aloud but Tobirama hears it all the same, it seems, understanding in red eyes.

Tobirama hums, looking out to the garden just beside the table they’re sat.

Kakashi doesn’t know how he’s so calm about this, cool as a cucumber in a calm lake.

Tobirama looks back at him. “Dinner, perhaps?”

“Like a date?” Kakashi says and immediately feels a bit foolish.

Tobirama unexpectedly breaks out into a quiet, serene smile that softens the sharp angles of his face and makes Kakashi’s eye latch on to his long snow-white lashes. “Yes.” He lets out a soft chuckle. “I believe that is how you call it these days.”

Kakashi feels heat starting to creep up his neck. “I— We can— we can do that.” Kakashi’s voice is still a bit weak so he clears his throat and tries again, voice stronger this time. “Yes, we can do that.”

The bigger smile his words invoke made him smile in return, visible eye closing with the force of it.

His chest feels both heavy and light at the same time. He’s not sure if it’s normal but it feels good so he doesn’t think anything’s wrong with having the sensation.

Kakashi isn’t entirely sure that this will work out but he feels hope blooming in his chest. He wants to try.

All he’s sure of is that he wants Tobirama to smile like that because of him again.

OMAKE:

As Tobirama and Kakashi stare at each other across the clearing, their suspicions of having a soul-bond confirmed, Shisui awkwardly stands to the side with his tied up enemies and a realization ringing through his head.

He wonders how it took them so long to figure it out. Grandpa Kagami already had an inkling when he had seen Kakashi control water like the Nidaime had years before all this.

His grandpa is going to bust a gut when he finds out why one particular prank they played on their sensei never affected him.

How could Kakashi’s soulmate fluster over reading a porn novel that grandpa Kagami and his teammates exchanged for his book on yin and yang chakra?

The man had never gotten a nosebleed from pornographic material in his life so it stands to reason that his soulmate would also receive the, uh, talent of reading such material without any outward effects.

———

...i really hope my kakashi’s not too ooc this is the first time i’ve written him also kakashi was that a voice kink at the end there

spot the headcanons i incorporated from the various fics i’ve read ✌️😗

tf this got long haksjdh

didn’t complete all the parameters but uhhh have this dhfgshdf

m(_ _;)m i don’t think i got hashirama’s voice right …i also don’t know how to write fight scenes

y'all i blanked on what bkgo and the founders could have done in the interim before bakugou went home so hhhh

i’m thinking the bakugou would be in his second-year in this so he’s calmer

———

“Are you sure he’s not your child, brother?” Hashirama squinted at the unconscious light blond teenager laying on the couch inside the Hokage’s office. He had just finished healing the small scratches on the boy when Tobirama bid him.

Tobirama let out a hard sigh, having already told him his answer what felt like a hundred times. His patience is running thin. “Anija, I assure you that anyone I have had relations with in the past had no way of conceiving a child.”

“But he looks so much like you! The younger you!” Hashirama turned to give him a pout but then paused in the middle of the action, eyebrows scrunched, making him look even more stupid than usual, almost as stupid as what came out of his mouth next. “Is he a test tube baby you made?!” He whirled around to point tearing eyes and an accusing finger at his younger brother, mouth wobbling in assumed betrayal.

idk what this is hsakhd i hope it’s coherent

tried out hashirama’s pov this time …idk what to feel about it haksdhf he just sounds tired but lbr anyone would be tired after dealing with these two for months, even years, on end

———

Madara and Tobirama stood in front of the Hokage’s desk like two quarreling petulant children gathered by their teacher to explain themselves, both looking singed as well as dripping wet. An entertained Touka and slightly singed Izuna lounged on the couch, an exhausted and drenched Hikaku sat slumped beside them.

A tired Hashirama sat on his chair, arms on his desk for moral support, his eyes pained. He was really getting tired of these two’s bizarre mating rituals.

super short compared to the last few fills but this basically what i think his bedtime routine is usually (i say “i think” but i actually mean i just pulled this out of my ass lol)

———

“I’m going to bed.”

“It’s just eight-fifteen, you old man!”

“I have a healthy sleep schedule.” The unlike you dumbasses goes unsaid but is nevertheless felt. Katsuki feels the pouts directed at his back but does not deign to turn his head to witness them.

Katsuki gets into the elevator without any further comment. It’s an added relief that no one is in the elevator with him.

Finally some peace and quiet.