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kakashi's closet is their current hiding place of choice. he opens the door— presumably to grab a shirt— and there they are, seated with their back to the wall and their knees drawn to their chest. yasu looks up at him, blinking twice before wiggling their fingers in a little wave. "hello."
Kakashi's hair is damp from the shower. He peers down at Yasu with a wrinkle of sleepy confusion in his brows, because when he'd gotten into the shower a little bit ago, there hadn't been anyone else in his apartment. When he'd gotten out, he'd felt the soft, familiar breeze of Yasu's chakra, smelled the bite of disinfectant and refrigerated decay, but... well, he kind of thought they might be lingering in his kitchen, or on his couch.
He's glad he'd kept his towel around his waist, even if they're getting up close and personal with his abs.
"Uh," he says, instead of asking aloud when the hell his apartment became a halfway house for rebellious little shinobi, brainwashed or otherwise. "Hey, Yasu."
Reaching over their head, he decides to forgo the uniform. He is not leaving the fucking apartment today, he can wear a sweatshirt and sweatpants and sleep all day if he wants to. Yasu is even welcome to join him, if he can coax them out of the closet.
He debates closing the door in their face to dress himself, but figures it's his goddamn apartment, and he isn't exactly body shy. Yasu can look or look away, he hasn't been awake for more than an hour and therefore can't be burdened to care. Once he has a pair of pants on, though, he sits on the bed and fusses with his sweatshirt for a moment, squinting blearily at Yasu with one eye.
"Hey," Kakashi calls for their attention once more. "Do you want breakfast?"
I'm going to move all my vital organs / to someplace outside my body. / The wiring is something you would not believe.

















