By Tsuko.

The sink water runs in a steady stream, offering a steady hiss that pulls Kakashi's thoughts to the present. He didn't want to think on the faces of those he had killed tonight, didn't want to smell the scent of blood clinging to his body anymore.

He had no appetite, no desire to rest nor remain awake and stare at the walls.

So he decides to walk the village and fill his ears with idle conversation and laughter. None of it had anything to do with him of course, but it was a sound that at least brought more comfort than the silence. Even the smells of the cooked food, fresh produce, and burning wood appease him far more than the stale air of his room.

For once he's actually wishing Gai would come pester him, but they do not cross paths this time.

And so he starts to make his way to the bookstore, pausing only when he spies someone with their hands full.

Something was definitely off. Tsuko wasn’t really acting like herself. She was distracted and worried. Whenever Jiraiya asked she brushed him off. He figured she’d talk about it when she felt like it and didn’t push it. They’re still learning the ropes of this whole relationship thing. It’s been going pretty well in his opinion. Neither of them are perfect ans that’s perfectly okay.

It’s hard to say where the line was. Jiraiya wasn’t sure if there was one. This is his first fairly serious relationship. He’s learning a lot as he goes. He let himself into Tsuko’s place. They exchanged keys not that long ago. It felt weird to welcome himself into someone else’s place but it also felt good to be trusted.

彼 岸 花//

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