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girl i love your characterization of kakashi! that’s exactly how i imagine him in my head lol he’s such an awkward loverboy who doesn’t know how to love
girl omg tysm for this, you don’t know how much that means to meeeee i’ve been really struggling trying to depict his personality in a romantic setting since we don’t have much ref 💔 i’m very happy to hear you share my vision
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Scenario requested by @pink-sunrise-56 : Reader has an anxious attachment style blended with social anxiety.
༄ Kakashi
Kakashi seems aloof, too calm, in a way that nothing can catch his attention, but there was something hidden behind his lazy air. You know, under that veil of his, you took out more colorful, telling looks.
In fact, precisely this worry that was burdening your mind attracted him for the first time. Mirroring his inner turmoil with such intense nervousness, he finds himself incapable of not helping you, catching the eye of everyone around him when he interferes.
He still remembers the time when you were in a friendly meeting with the jonins from your generation. Stepping in after a question about your past, landed by pure curiosity, made you freeze, hands trembling at the sight.
“You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to, [Name]. You don’t owe anyone an explanation for something personal from your life.”
After the surprised expression of others, resembling yours too, Kakashi found himself adjusting his tone; luckily enough, the redness of his cheeks was hidden under his mask.
But when you two started being together, Kakashi was so indirectly helping you by silent actions that you couldn’t help but feel anything more easy, bringing confidence in you — changing the subject brings on if he assumes it will be in a direction you’ll probably be anxious to answer; offering a quick walk around the town if he sees any sign of overwhelmed behaviour.
About the two of you? Despite being insecure sometimes, even about your relationship, you couldn’t ignore how careful he is, reassuring in his own way.
He even made a body language signal between you two when you needed help, not really a “Blink twice when you need help”, but more fitting to his personality. Head nods seem sufficient for him. Even just looking at him, telepathically saying what you need, and he will do it.
And of course, praise. Mostly making you blush instantly, especially when he does it (knowing Kakashi — probably intentionally) while whispering against your ear.
“Mhm, you are doing so well. I’m here.”
“I’m so proud of you. See? I know you would give your best. You should trust yourself more.’
༄ Itachi
Itachi is a very observant person since he was little, proven by the highest abilities he worked for, a very skilled man who was praised and looked up to by others. Still, he is humble enough not to act like an entitled one.
Itachi seems to be an expert in what he does; his insight and lack of prejudices taught for a very young eye would make people around him assume he is good at everything. They will be shocked to see the calmest, pacifist shinobi actually being more shy when speaking about inward feelings.
Meeting you and seeing such an introverted, kind person, he didn’t expect to be the one to speak more. He observed the difficulties you had from the start when speaking with others, and especially in public spaces. Also, Itachi will have imprinted forever how shy you were when you first met his parents, blushing and even stuttering for simple conversations.
He always tries to ease your mind, but even he sometimes struggles. Because he didn’t seem at first to calm you with his wise advice, like “Not everything that weighs you down is yours to carry. Feel the fear, but don’t let it control you.”
But he stopped doing that in the heat of the moment after you couldn’t contain a glare at him. So the worst scenario for him was to be open enough, look inward, and show more emotions, especially through affection. And of course, this also helped your fears of speaking about how he feels about you.
He will lean his body around you, maybe a hand on your back, a brushing finger around yours, a gentle caressing on your head, offering a smile that only you can sincerely appreciate. Itachi will avoid exposing you in too many interactions, intentionally taking the lead of a conversation if he sees any hint of you fidgeting.
The questions will follow instantly, something along the lines of. “Breathe with me.” — while he squeezes your hand. “Focus on my voice.” — while he whispers in your ear. “Do you want us to leave?” — not caring about where he is more than how you are feeling.
Also, there is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea. Call it a bit questionable, but he tried to make you associate stress relief with tea, too. Every chance he could get, a chamomile, mint, or lavender tea, or anything you want, would be right in front of you. Listening to you, letting out your anxious thoughts as he embraces you at the same time.
༄ Obito
Obito is a simple man. Once he is in a relationship with someone he likes and loves — he will be obsessed. You want to cling to him? Do it every time. Don’t worry, you’ll even have a competition with him. Eventually, it even became overwhelming with his excessive caring.
“Baby? How are you?” He will say, kissing your cheeks, maybe your teary eyes, maybe your temple as he speaks. “What do you want me to do?”
He will be maybe even angrier if someone intentionally, maybe not, tease you or make you uncomfortable. Even making you step in after you saw him, too passive-aggressive to a clueless person, gripping his hand to catch his attention.
༄ Madara
Madara doesn’t understand the concept. What do you mean by anxiety? Anxiety for what? From people? Which people? Tell him, and he will resolve this in a minute.
If you have second thoughts about how he feels about you, you try to hide them enough so as not to show weakness to an arrogant man like him. But Madara isn’t stupid, never was.
“Care to say why my wife ignored me today?”
Wife, not girlfriend. He told himself before that if he were ever have someone, that would also be the only and last one for him.
Madara followed you, steps as slow and powerful as your heartbeat.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I think you're imagining things.”
He snorted, looking down at you when you turned your body around, gasping at the closeness. His big, calloused hand touched your chin, raising it.
“I’m not that old, woman. Only my soul is.”
His insistence could be seen in the way he looked at you. A prisoner in his own world.
“Sometimes I don’t know what your priorities are, Madara, and if there’s space for me here.”
Madara thought it was disrespectful to say such nonsense to him, but your burning eyes showing your warm soul was enough for him to sigh, spreading the tear on your cheek with his thumb. Madara can be called any insults, but he is not that kind of a fool to want to see his wife cry.
“If I chose you and only you, it was because I wanted and that will never change in this lifetime.”
༄ Tobirama
Tobirama is a stern man who speaks bluntly about almost any topic. Maybe some people would’ve thought he would be an expert in a relationship, too, but you caught Tobirama struggling with his emotions, so he could ease your stress since the beginning — that’s what makes you appreciate it even more.
Although difficult to handle at first, Tobirama sees you for what you are enough to categorize it as a duty he must accomplish to be worthy as a husband.
“My partner for life is my wife [Name], who will be standing beside me in the chair as an equal, and she must be respected as much as you respect your leader.“ Followed by a firm squeeze on your hand, followed by a side glance that tells you everything he’s struggling to say directly.
༄ Shisui
Shisui is a down-to-earth man. Never arrogant about his own wins. But about other things? He’s a nuisance. At the same time, meeting him, he screamed in trouble.
“Itachi? Don’t tell me we have a new member of our team and you didn’t tell me.” His grin was shameful, yet not directed at his old friend. “What’s your name?”
Shisui saw that the sudden attention made you uneasy, and it was hard to speak more than a murmur.
“I’m [Name]. Nice to meet you.”
His eyes soften a bit, taking your hand to shake it gently along with a friendly smile.
“The pleasure is mine.”
One more trait Shisui has is patience. He was one of the few people who had as much patience as you need to accommodate new people; that’s how he set off a romantic spark. He was first to take you outside, at first with other people (mostly Itachi) and then only you two. He was the first to buy you flowers the first time when he confessed, adding after it a “Take your time,” to not feel pressure.
It’s normal for him to give you space when needed, reading the room pretty well. So it’s hard to fool him, hiding something from him.
“Is my baby upset with me?”
Your cheeks flush in a second at the nickname, not used yet to his cool-headed behaviour.
“I’m…not.”
He opened his arms, smiling to encourage you.
“Come on. Come here to me.” Shy and all, you couldn’t refuse his hugs. He starts running his fingers through your hair, speaking in a sweet tone only for you to hear. “Let me hear you, baby.”
༄ Sasuke
That was one of the reasons Sasuke was attracted to you in the first place. Your reserved, shy nature. You somehow remind him how pure a soul can be, easily embarrassed or nervous like he was as a child. If guided well, you could have the potential to achieve greatness.
Other times, he felt provoked by your reserved, closed side because that will make two of you, a mirror for himself.
Sasuke will be irritated if he sees you not standing up to yourself if someone is bothering you. But that anger will be redirected to the people, not you.
So imagine how he felt when you were the one confessing to him, all flustered and speaking almost in a whisper that made his heart tremble because you did that for him. That image with your stunning, pretty face will be forever in his mind.
Still, it will be harder to get out reassurance words from him. Firstly, because you wouldn’t tell him what’s wrong, only responding to silence until he wouldn’t take it anymore.
“Tell me.”
He spoke at the table in the shared kitchen, gripping the spoon near the tomato soup you prepared for him. So smooth with your small gesture like this, cooking one of his favourite meals, yet barely speaking to him.
You looked over your shoulder, giving a short side glance before speaking.
“Tell you what?”
“What happened?”
You gulped, but didn’t dare turn around to him again.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing?” He scoffed, rising from the table and coming closer until your breath starts being irregular. “Is that how it will be? Lying to eachother?”
That hurt. Sasuke was right, but how could you show him how flawed you are? What if he loves you less because of this?
At the lack of an answer, Sasuke turned you around until he stopped. His eyes widen, baffled by the tears in your eyes before you hide them with your hands.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this. It's not your fault, it's mine. Just mine…for doubting your love for me, is it? Because if you didn’t love me, you wouldn’t be with me, right?”
Sasuke was shocked to see this side of you, not used to hearing such big words that resonate with him. You weren’t the one thinking this, since he already thought this before starting this conversation. In fact, that was the most irritating thought poisoning his mind over and over.
He cupped your cheek slowly, even afraid to be this vulnerable, and gave you time to drop your hands to see your face.
“Don’t hide for me. You saw me as a whole, and I intend to do that too.”
You bit your lip in distress, and his eyes lingered before it locked on your eyes. Then, slowly, he leaned until your lips touched his. It was short, but the best he could do right now, along with a whispered “I don’t want anyone else.”
༄ Sakura
Having doubts while being with Sakura? Maybe for the first dates, because she made it official. Afterwards? No real reason. She’ll reassure you so much if you need it; not a day would pass without your cheeks getting warmer around her.
Just tell her once you are anxious about what she feels for you, and that’s it. Small tickets glued on the fridge for you to see when she’s not at home with encouraging words like “Good luck at work today! You’ll rock them!! Love you.” and probably multiple, small hearts near the writing. Inside your little storage glass with food made with love, you’ll have one of them too, especially if you had a bad day.
Although she’s a real deal when speaking about other insecurities, you saw the inner struggles that she tries to minimize. She forces a smile when she’s not in the right state of mind, so you don’t worry. How she dismisses when you start questioning her about how she feels.
Eventually, both of them manage to balance eachother for a stable, wholesome relationship.
tags: mentions of combat, suggestive positions, swear words, unresolved sexual tension
synopsis: genma provokes you, you beat his shit up. oh but when you’re straddling him, threatening to break his arm – he’s exactly where he wants to be.
or in which raidō prevents others to step in to stop the fight. he knows his best friend.
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“why does he always have to provoke her?” izumo sighed defeatedly, wincing when genma’s body hit the ground in a violent thud. “she’s so competitive.”
you had his friend pinned to the training ground, a wild fury in your eyes that only ever exploded whenever genma and his stupid little comments tipped you over the edge.
“y’think he doesn’t know that?” raidō smirked. “trust me, he’s exactly where he wants to be.”
and there he was – face half smudged in the dirt, abdomen pressed against the earth by the weight of you body straddling his lower back, his arm painfully twisted behind him, and a kunai to his neck. despite his predicament, he looked smug as ever.
“c’mon princess, you know i didn’t mean it.”
“don’t call me princess, asshole,” you snarled, tightening your grip on his twisted arm, earning a groan. “fucking choke on your toothpick.”
“that’s called a senbon– argh!”
“and that’s called a dislocated shoulder if you don’t shut the fuck up. now say it, fucking loser. do you wield?”
kotetsu’s face scrunched at the threat. he had no doubt you’d act on it – you really, really hated when someone questioned your abilities. you’d prove yourself enough during countless fights for it to never happen – except when genma decided he was in lack of your attention. which was awfully often for his health.
“should we intervene?” he throws weakly in the wind, and izumo nodded quickly.
“nah,” raidō dismissed their worries again. “he’ll kill you if you do. you’re looking at the happiest man in the village right now.”
somehow in the span of the conversation, the position had shifted. genma’s spine painfully dugged in the ground as your hips pinned him down, your hand tight against his collar, strangling him ever so slightly.
genma was smiling like a fool.
“so, princess,” you taunted, pulling his upper body by the collar. “any more comments you want to share on my skills?”
his senbon twisted as his lips stretched, a sparkle in his eyes. “why don’t we talk about it over dinner?”
genma swore your lips twitched, hiding a smile – but he had no time to relish for in a flash, you harshly pushed his torso against the ground, hands disappearing from his neck to give space to your knee pressing painfully against his chest.
now this switch meant your balance was not as stable as before, but he made no move to get out.
“shit, you look so good from this angle,” he huffed, ignoring the pressure on his thorax.
“yea?” you cocked your head to the side. “was that your plan since the beginning?”
genma loved you angry. but he loved it even more when your anger melted in this playful, slightly mean banter that set his body in fire.
wink. “always is. you know it.”
now, in his mind, you rolled your eyes, removed your knees, and pressed your lips against his in a fiery kiss. in the last decade of living with a terribly fat crush on you, most of his scenarios ended with you realizing he only riled you up because he was desperate for… well you, your touch, your attention, your words – and then with you kissing him.
did it ever end up like this? let’s just say he earned more often a visit to the doctor’s than a heartfelt confession.
he should’ve known.
“ooof-“ izumo let out as your knee plunged in his friend’s stomach, folding him in half with the blunt force of the hit.
with that, you jumped on your feet and walked away without a last glance.
raidō snorted at the scene. “ten bucks says he has a raging hard-on.”
noticing the way genma’s eyes followed religiously the sway of your hips as you stomped into town, izumo shook his head and kotetsu frowned.
“not sure i want to bet against that.”
“who knew genma sucked so bad at flirting when it comes to y/n.”
raidō’s face contorted in confusion. “bro… who didn’t know?”
little did they know… in between the impact of your knee and the grunt of pain, genma did not miss the words you threw at him with the faintest of smiles. pick me up at 7, loser.
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It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to have you here with him, wrapped underneath his arms, as you two danced the night away, as everyone celebrated the new Hokage.
Yet because of his busy life, it wasn’t the right time. It’s like that famous saying everyone in the village kept telling him.
Right person, wrong time.
More like right person, multiple wrong times.
Kakashi first met you when he was recovering in the hospital a few years ago. You were a nurse and he was your patient. He needed to stay for a couple of weeks so the two of you became incredibly close. Kakashi was enamored by your beauty, your soul radiate light that it was the only thing he looked forward too while in the hospital was seeing your face every morning. Easy flirting soon became heavy conversations where you two found out a lot about each other. He has plans on asking you out for a cup of coffee once he was release from the hospital only to find out moments before a secret you’d been keeping.
“I just got out of a long term relationship about a week ago. So it’s been rough getting over it. You’ve helped me a lot though, Kakashi. I could never thank you enough.”
So he decided to wait on asking you out since the last thing you were looking for was another relationship. But Kakashi stupidly forgot to ask for your number when he left the hospital then he became busy with mission after missions. Months went by until he saw you again, drinking coffee in a cafe.
He took it as a sign to finally ask you out. But when he stepped foot inside the cafe, the little bell above the door alerting his presence, he watched as another man placed a kiss on your cheek before sitting down to join you. Heart falling into his stomach, Kakashi adjusted his mask so he wasn’t seen before slipping out of the door.
Then, nearly a year after your first meeting, Kakashi found himself in the hospital once more after a mission nearly became deadly. You were his nurse and when you walked into his room, your heart began to flutter at seeing his face again. You were always so infatuated with him the first time he was in the hospital. He was gorgeous, funny, and so easy to talk to. Kakashi was all you could think about after he left the hospital the first time, you regretting not giving him your number.
Then a few months after that, you could have sworn you saw him at the same cafe you were meeting a cousin at. But you chalked it up to him being always on your mind that you were seeing him everywhere.
So when Kakashi showed up in the hospital again, you were determined to give him your number even if he wasn’t your patient this time around. But you’d been so busy with other patients, you never got the chance to pop in and see how he was doing. But you were determined, even going in on you off day to visit him only to find out he’d been discharged.
Kakashi wanted to ask if you could be his nurse that time around but he didn’t want to be a bother. So once more, he left the hospital without getting your number.
Kakashi was still ever determined to ask you out so he made a plan. He would show up to the hospital one day with flowers to ask you out properly. He bought a beautiful bouquet, practiced in the mirror how he would ask you out, and even wore a brand new shirt he bought for the occasion. Yet the morning he planned to ask you out, news broke out that he needed to become Hokage immediately, once more halting the plans he had for you. Kakashi knew that with becoming Hokage he wouldn’t have time for relationships.
So he spent the next few years doing what he could to keep the leaf village safe all the while thinking about you and how much he regretted letting you walk away from him. There was one thing you said to him the first time you sat and talked in the hospital with him.
"It's silly but I asked the universe to give me a sign for when I should be ready to start dating again," you bit your lip, embarrassed you were admitting it."
Kakashi adjusted the mask, wanting to take it off so you could see how wide he was smiling. "I'm sure it's not silly."
You eventually sighed, knowing that Kakashi wouldn't judge you for such a silly thing. "When a man asks me to dance then I'll know for a fact he's the one for me."
It wasn't silly at all. In fact, Kakashi kept those words in his mind for years, waiting for when the right time was. And now, seeing you in your floor length dress, looking like an angel sent from above, he knew he needed to finally do something he should have done the first time he met you. It was the perfect time since he was no longer Hokage and with you being in his presence for the first time in years, Kakashi knew it was fate.
So with a deep breath, he handed Gai the drink he wasn't' drinking, and strode over towards you, who'd been talking with a group of your friends. As soon as you felt him approach, your eyes glittered up at his and Kakashi all of a sudden felt nervous, fidgeting with his mask.
"Kakashi, hi," you breathed, a smile on your face. "It's been so long."
He nodded, clearing his throat and extended a hand towards you. It was now or never, Kakashi couldn't risk someone else coming up and asking you for a dance. Hell, he didn't even know if you were single, but he refused to let another moment for you to slip through his fingers.
"Can I have this dance?" Kakashi questioned, just as a slow song began to play in the ballroom.
You gasped with parted lips, as you looked at his hand before lingering on his face. Even though all you could see was one eye, you could immediately tell with the crinkles surrounding it that Kakashi was smiling from ear to ear underneath his mask.
"I've been waiting for years for you to ask me that," you admitted, finally taking his hand so he could lead you to the dance floor.
Summary: Kakashi comes home late, to find that you left a note stating that you want to be left alone.
W/c: 1k (she bite-sized but I love her)
Warnings: Swearing, Kakashi's possessive and worries a lot
A/n: this one is entirely based off of this Frog and Toad story, so I only felt it was right to include the picture from the story's resolution. y'all know i just adore this man as hokage. lmk if this sucks, yk, the usual.
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It had been another long day for the new Hokage. He was tired, he was stiff, and all he wanted was a kiss from you. He should have given you ten more kisses than he actually had given you, this morning - but, he was rushing, he had an early meeting.
Fuck, what an idiot. He should've been seizing every moment he had to kiss you, but he didn't, not this morning. He was being a terrible husband.
What if you thought so, too? What if you were feeling neglected, or, worse, unloved? What if that was the reason why you left such a cryptic, worrisome note for him to find when he got home?
Dear, Kakashi,
I am not at home. I went out. I want to be alone.
Y/n
He put the prettily penned note back onto the console table and shed his official robes. They were getting hot. The entire foyer of your home was getting hot.
Turning back to the door, Kakashi opened it back up with a shaking hand.
"Alone?" He murmured to himself as he shut it, again. As he walked away from the Red House, Kakashi scoffed, "Why does she want to be alone?"
Trekking away from the house, he wracked his brain, conjuring up a list of places you may be.
So, he started simple.
And he thanked the stars he hadn't checked anywhere else, first.
There, you laid, way out in the middle of a very wide pond, just North of Hokage Rock, in a little valley filled with flora, fauna, and the like.
A huge, grey rock held you above the water, just high enough so that the small ripples in the pond, caused by the frogs and little fish, didn't bother your sleeping form at all. Dragon flies zipped about you, only gracing you with a small bit of wind, and hardly a tickle or aggravation. Thin, weaning rays of sunlight passed through the tree line as the ball of fire made it's descent of the sky. They painted you with little golden dots, just over the long pants and tank top you had on.
Kakashi, almost, didn't want to wake you.
Almost.
Walking atop the water's surface, Kakashi strode over to you carefully, making sure not to make any undue splashes. As he walked, he berated himself.
Because you could have been sleeping, at home. You could have been doing this within the sanctity of your home, not out, where someone could just grab you. Shit, see a pretty lady, in the middle of a fucking pond, unconscious? Kakashi's instinct would be to help, even if he didn't know her - but there were some bad characters, who would not be so inclined. Why couldn't you just be a little more mindful of that? Kakashi worried about you, and your safety, and your health, but you didn't seem the least at all concerned.
Approaching you near silently, Kakashi ran his index finger down the inside of your arm, feeling the tender flesh as you twitched so preciously.
Fuck - the reason why you didn't care about you was because you didn't know how much he cared about you. That had to be it. He was underserving you, and that was just fucking criminal.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered, watching your eyes slowly open as he continued to tickle your arm.
You blinked and a smile rose to your face, it almost confused Kakashi.
Slowly, you sat up and shirked his touch in favour of a stretch. It almost bothered Kakashi, but he was very aware that he was in no position to be bothered by something so trivial.
"What are you sorry for, Kakashi?" You asked after a yawn, that same little grin on your lips as you looked into his eyes with a sparkle in yours.
A little embarrassed to be made to say it aloud, Kakashi scratched the back of his neck. Oh, grow the fuck up - apologize to your wife like a proper man, or else she'll resent-
"I'm sorry for treating you so poorly," he began, much to your surprise. Your smile continued to inch off of your face as he went on, "I've been so consumed with the duties of being Hokage, that I've been neglecting you. The last thing I want is for you to be unhappy. I shouldn't have..."
You were laughing.
So quietly, a small snicker, a little giggle.
"I'm not unhappy, Kakashi," you grinned, shaking your head a tad.
"Then why did you want to go out, and be alone?" He asked, voice dipped in bewilderment.
Your smile had returned to simply rest on your face as you looked at him. Gently, you shrugged, and told him, "This morning, when I woke up, I felt good, because the sun was shining. I felt good, because I'm your wife. And I felt good, because I know I'm so, very loved. I wanted to be alone, so I could think about how wonderful everything is. That was all in the morning, and I had a very long meditation on this rock, then took an even longer nap. I wasn't aware of the time, and I thought I'd be home earlier- that you'd never even read the note."
Quietly, Kakashi sat down on the rock with you, knees suddenly weak. He had to take a few breaths, but, even then, he couldn't stop looking into your eyes.
Your beautiful eyes.
They didn't call him a fool, nor did they judge him for overthinking anything.
"Oh," he said lowly, after some time had passed. "I suppose that's a very good reason to want to be alone."
You just laughed, and stretched again, before standing atop the water. Extending your hand to him, you purred, "And now, I am glad to not be alone. Let's go home, and make dinner - I'm starved."
Kakashi took your hand gingerly. He stood and twirled you so that his arm rested on your shoulder naturally, as you maintained your hold of his hand. Bringing you close to his side, Kakashi just sighed contently, "I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you, Kakashi," you smiled up at him. "You really are a spectacular husband."
Summary: Kakashi's been jealously hating on Valentine's Day for a very long while, but he's pushed over the edge when you suggest you might be spending the night with someone else.
W/c: 1.5k
Warnings: Fluff, just jealousy really
Notes: he's down bad, lmk if this sucks <3
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Valentine's day had never been Kakashi's favourite holiday. To him, it was a day filled with superficial displays of affection, a spectacle for those who mistook infatuation for love. Nobody in love would ever put on such a show, Kakashi reckoned as he strolled down the street to the market. As he walked, he let his eyes drift past the loving couples, holding flower bouquets and boxes of chocolates, alight with temporary delight. He couldn't help but wonder if anyone ever truly felt the emotions they so desperately attempted to display.
In his time at the Academy, a plethora of cards would be found on Kakashi's desk at the start of the day. He would always look through them casually, hoping to see your gorgeous scrawl on one of them. But he never did. As a Genin, and into his Chunin years, the girls moved from handmade cards to tiny candies and strange tokens. He'd accept the things, but usually just throw it all out by the night - he'd keep a few chocolates, just to comfort him. Kakashi didn't want their gifts, he wanted just a sliver of your attention. But he never got it, with you only holding conversation with him when he would instigate it.
You never made him a card, you never gave him a sweet - but you were the first to wish him a happy birthday since his fifth. Surely, that had to be some kind of love, right?
Kakashi trudged on, down the street, and into the fruit market. Once he stepped through the doors, Kakashi's eyes clapped onto you. Your back was turned, but he could recognize you anywhere. A picture of casual elegance, the sight of you made Kakashi's heart ache with a mixture of longing and resignation. You were so beautiful, and just destined to be his - but you didn't want him, not as anything more than a friend.
"Oh," you said, turning around to see Kakashi a few meters from you. Your smile was like a ray of sunshine, and as you approached, the subtle fragrance of your perfume enveloped him. "Hi, Kakashi. Lovely day, isn't it?"
"Isn't it just," Kakashi murmured shortly, though his thoughts were racing. "I thought you did your shopping on Thursdays."
"Just like you." The gentle laugh in your tone sent a vibration through Kakashi's body, electrifying him.
In defense, he replied, "I felt like cutting up a pineapple today, but I have no pineapple to cut."
"Don't do it," you said a little too quickly. Kakashi's eyebrows furrowed as he chuckled, amused at the slightly panicked expression that flitted across your face.
"Why not?"
"Er...because...well, just don't, okay? Trust me."
"Okay," he hummed, looking at the top of a pineapple sticking out of the bag in your arm. Curiousity piqued, he asked, "What's in the bag?"
"Not yet, Nosey Rosey," you quipped, skirting past Kakashi with a brush of your hip against his. Despite the confusion, Kakashi found himself smiling down at you as the sun caught your hair so beautifully.
Yet. He would get to find out eventually, to some capacity. It was a small win, but a win for Kakashi, none-the-less.
"I've got to go, there's a lot of work I still have to for today." Like always, you shied away from Kakashi just when you seemed to be opening up. "I'll see you later, Hatake."
Before he could respond, you turned and left the fruit market, going in the direction of your apartment complex. His words died on his lips as he watched you leave him, to go do work for today. Today. Valentine's Day.
What did you mean? Did you have a valentine? Were you making something for them? Who? Who deserved your love and how could Kakashi prove to you that he was more deserving?
Getting a couple of mangos instead, still craving pineapple, Kakashi kept your command in mind. He left the fruit market and had the mangos back in his apartment, where he read for a long few hours.
The day seemed to melt away, only eating away at Kakashi's beating heart - he didn't want to spend Valentine's Day alone anymore, and he certainly didn't want you spending it with anyone else.
It was time for action. Kakashi didn't care if he would be interrupting your hot date - in fact, he hoped he would be.
Springing from his bed around the stroke of five, Kakashi left his apartment for the confectionary a couple blocks away, getting a kilo of chocolate almonds, before heading to Yamanka Flowers. There, Kakashi bought the most expensive bouquet in the store, ignoring Ino when the little girl inquired about Kakashi's big date. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he certainly wasn't going to dash the idea.
As he dashed around the Hidden Leaf, Kakashi thought about what to say to you. It was all situation dependant, he came to realize - and, eventually, Kakashi figured he would have to let his heart speak for him, for once.
After dragging his feet, still deeply in thought, closer to the hour of six, Kakashi slowly made his way to your apartment complex. Battling with his internal monologue, he ascended the stairs, and went straight to Unit 36. He had walked you to your door a few times, but you had never invited him in.
His breath was shaking, and the items felt heavier than bricks in his arms, but Kakashi was determined. He wanted you so badly, and he needed you even worse.
Smelling a dark but sweet scent coming from under your door, he rapped upon the wood three times. Kakashi could hear a bang, then a small shout, before the lock clicked and the door swung open, revealing you, as gorgeous as Kakashi had ever seen you.
Your hair was tied up messily, in disarray from the obvious culinary tasks you had taken on. A pastel pink apron hung from your neck, synching your waist, with white frills bordering the fabric. Chocolate was smeared on the front, in thin, abstract lines. The same chocolate was on your arms and hands, even a smudge having made it onto your cheek.
Kakashi took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on," he began, voice trembling slightly. Your smile widened as you leaned on the door, opening it wider for him. Gathering every shred of courage he had, Kakashi continued, "For years... all I have been able to think about is you, morning, noon, and night. Your face, your voice... they bring me comfort like nothing else."
He paused, collecting his breath and searching for any sign of what you were feeling, but something compelled him to go on before you could reject him.
"I've tried to ignore it, tried to move on, but I can't. You have a hold on my heart that I can't break. I...I need you to know...I love you." With a sharpness, you inhaled, and Kakashi sighed, "I love you more than words can describe... and it hurts to not know how you feel about me."
Breathing deeply from his monologue, Kakashi felt as though a weight was lifted from his shoulders. Even if you denied him, even if you told him your heart was for another, Kakashi would be okay, because, at least, now, you knew.
A beat of quiet passed through your apartment corridor as your eyes sparkled in the luminescent lighting. Then you simply giggled, "Do you still fancy a pineapple?"
Blinking rapidly, Kakashi asked, "What-?"
"C'mon, Lover Boy," you teased, motioning into your apartment with a smile that seemed to light up the room. "You don't know how much easier you've made things."
Still in a state of confusion, Kakashi wasn't going to turn down the invitation. He stepped into your apartment, taking in the large window and your twenty-some paintings that lined the walls. Snapping his attention back to you, Kakashi presented the bouquet and you took it up, holding the flowers close to your nose as you inhaled.
"I hope you don't think my thing is lame," you sighed, looking between the flowers and the bag of chocolate covered almonds that still resided in Kakashi's hand. "I didn't spend half as much money as you did."
"You...got me something?"
Brightly, you nodded with a deepened smile. "Yeah- well, no...kinda." You started walking toward the other room in the small apartment. "Come to the kitchen, I'll show you."
As he walked through your apartment, he took in all your little knick-knacks and chachkies. Everything in the room screamed about various corners of your personality, corners that Kakashi hoped to one day know like the back of his hand.
The kitchen was very white - white cabinets, white counters, white cupboards, white fridge, white backsplash, white oven. All white, except for a smattering of brown mess, all over two pots and the stove and the baking sheets that sat beside. You walked over nervously and motioned for Kakashi to do the same. As he got closer, he could decern chunks of various fruits and strawberries sat on the baking sheets, covered in chocolate.
"You...did this?" Kakashi asked, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief as he took in the array of chocolate-covered fruits. You nodded, eyes shining with anticipation. "For me?"
"All for you, Kakashi. Only for you."
You didn't know just how much Kakashi had prayed to hear those words come from your mouth. It was like he was dreaming, being given everything he ever wanted, and he grew anxious that it was.
Driven by a sudden surge of courage, Kakashi stepped forward and gently pressed his lips to yours. An electric jolt coursed through him as your hands instinctively cradled his cheek and the back of his neck. You melted into his embrace as he brought you close, fitting perfectly against him. Kakashi knew then that this was no dream; he was wide awake and finally living the reality he had longed for.
He also knew that he had to reevaluate Valentine's Day.
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A lesson in life and death - Raido Namiashi x Reader
for the baby series - this one got a bit out of hand, sry
Picture for all those people who can't remember Raido 😁
Raido knows the back of your head like the back of his hand.
And he should probably focus on what the teacher’s talking about, considering there’s surely a test around the corner, but how could he? With you this close, the sun painting gold into your hair?
“Dude!” Genma nudges him. “Stop staring.”
He stops just quick enough for Sensei’s eyes to pass over him, pretending to be deeply invested in his books. But you turn, probably sensing the way he’s burning holes into the back of your head and your eyes catch onto his, your smile the smallest thing he’s ever seen. God, you’re pretty.
-
Here’s the thing.
Everyone has to attend the Academy.
It doesn’t matter if they want to become a Shinobi if they grow up, if their family has brought forward Shinobi before.
Times are rough and everyone’s required to at least learn the basics.
That doesn’t mean that they’re treated the same.
You’re a merchant’s daughter and Raido’s a Shinobi’s son.
His mother had been Anbu, his father’s still doing his duty as a Tokubetso Jonin. He’s one of the lucky few whose parents are still alive.
You have your own set of friends, hiding in the back of the classroom during breaks.
Everyone knows you’ve got money, no matter how you dress
“Hey,” he calls after you, fingers clasped around a Kunai. “Want to train?”
-
He’d never known that Silence could be full of noise too.
It’s in those moments, training, the air filled with gasps and curses and the sounds of Kunai’s meeting, that he feels calmest.
In the hours after, back pressed into the soft ground, staring up at the clouds, you talk and he listens. One time, he dares to reach for your hand and your fingertips curl around his, strong and warm and something he yearns to hold.
“You’re so whipped,” Genma tells him when he tells him, hushed whispers when they should be doing something else.
And Raido wants to say he’s not but he’s never been good at lying, even less to a friend.
“Is that bad?” He asks instead, thinks of his future and yours.
It’s not unheard that your groups mingle, but he also knows he has no other choice but to make his father proud.
“I don’t know,” Genma admits, scrunches his nose. “We’ll see.”
-
Raido makes Genin then Chunin and you become an apprentice to your father.
There’s no more reason to meet.
His abilities have long surpassed yours.
But the meadow near the river is still your hiding place and when he meets you there after dark he’s never surprised to find Kunai’s and wooden puppets.
If he relishes in the way you’re still able to throw him over your shoulder, the closeness of your body when you block hits and fight back, he’s got you to talk to, knowing you feel the same.
You kiss him first and he’s still mad about it.
Mad that he wasn’t a little braver, a little more forward.
Biting his lip and pulling back when all he wanted was to pull you close.
It’s over a gift, the smallest something he found on a mission, a polished rock in the form of a heart, the white and black pattern mesmerizing.
But it means something to you like it meant something to him.
To bring it with him, even as he had to fight death, because he had someone waiting at home.
“Can I marry you?” He asks at barely seventeen.
-
“Lovebirds are in,” Anko sings from the bar and Genma rolls his eyes fondly when he spots your face next to his.
“Long time no see,” they all pull you into hugs, ask about your work, pay you drink after drink until he has to carry you home.
“My friends like you more than me,” he pretends to be cross, kissing you on your doorstep.
You smile against his lips.
“Only two more months,” you tell him instead as if he could forget about it.
Yesterday you picked the apartment that’s going to be yours, as in them, as in you and him.
He’s yet to see the dress you’ll be wearing, but he’s got your father on his side, the perfect rings picked out. It’s going to be a lavish wedding, especially for a village that’s still recovering. But people need happy things too.
- - -
“Hey,” you find him in the kitchen, lights out, a glass of water in his hand. “When did you come back?”
“Don’t know,” Raido admits, allowing you to take the drink from him, folding your hand into his.
He’s not allowed to tell you most of what he’s doing, least of all the details of his missions.
“Come,” you pull him in, let his head rest on your shoulder, “you’re home.”
Sometimes he thinks it’s fitting that his sword is black, coated in poison.
It fits the work he has to do.
You are the light of his life, the sun that warms his home.
He curls around like a cat finding a sunny spot and you card your hand through his hair tirelessly, attempting to ease the darkness from his mind.
It’s not always easy, this mix.
Your work is hard but in a different way.
Tiresome customers and everyone’s trying to get you to lower the price, to cut corners.
Raido never minds listening when you come home in the evening when you tell him about your day. He wishes he could do the same.
But assassinations aren’t a topic for the dinner table.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, then,” you ask. “Because your feelings matter to me. And they’re not a secret.”
-
One year in and you’re not yet pregnant.
Raido doesn’t think you’re doing anything wrong, the two of you.
But he’s not home as often as he wants to and you work long hours, trying to lighten your father's load.
“Something has to change,” he decides when he finds you crying one night, too exhausted to brush your teeth.
“Are you coming for a drink?” Genma asks, a little surprised when Raido declines.
“Other plans?” He asks.
“Yeah. I’m going to bed early.”
And Genma might grimace at the thought, but he thinks of you, curled into his embrace, and smiles.
It’s the little things that bring happiness.
- - -
Tumbling through the open window, muscles aching, shirt dirty and ripped.
“You’re back!” You call out from the kitchen, meeting him in the hallway.
“Yeah,” he sighs into your kiss. “I need to shower. I smell.”
“‘Kay!” Though you don’t let go, giggling against his lips. “I have a surprise for you. Do you wanna know right now or after you’ve showered.”
“If you don’t mind the stench, tell me right away.”
“Someone’s going to be a Dad.”
“Who?” He asks, cracking his brain trying to think. Genma’s single, Ebisu too. Could it be-
“You.”
They fail spectacularly at trying to keep it a secret.
Genma threatens to sleep on their doorstep in protest if they don’t name the child after him.
Anko threatens to do the same when it turns out to be a girl.
Nine months are too long and too short at the same time, because he’s in no way ready to hold this little life yet he can’t wait to meet her, his first-born daughter.
-
“Hey there, little one,” he picks her out of her crib at midnight, his uniform already in the wash, you’re just a few feet away.
His girl curls into his hold, curious little mouth trying to find food.
“Uhuh,” he tickles her lip with his fingertip. “I’m not mom. But I’ll get you something to eat, don’t worry.”
Her tiny hands ball into fists, banging against his torso with the strength of a hummingbird.
“Oh,” he whispers back, “so you’re a fist fighter? Good choice. Always go for the ribs.”
tags: friends in love, kunoichi! reader, unresolved feelings, jealousy, pakkun does not want to be here
synopsis: kakashi is very good at being distant, and very bad at admitting he doesn’t want to be. so bad he resorts to using his dog as a wingman to gain his former teammate’s attention.
or in which kakashi uses pakkun to distract you from your conversation with another man. jealous? him? never.
wc: 1.4k
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“this is an all-time low. even for you.”
pakkun’s tone held the stern disappointment of a father reprimanding its child. kakashi was a grown man in his early twenties.
“i don’t know what you mean,” the ninja shrugged, his non-chalant exterior working hard not to betray his inner turmoil.
“you’re not asking me to spy on y/n’s conversation?”
okay maybe he was asking that. it was not his fault you were leaning against the bar’s wall, outside, a glass in hand and raidō at your side, laughing far too much at his jokes. raidō was not that funny of a guy.
to witness this proximity made the inside of his stomach twist with something inconfortable and… undeniably green. and maybe the few beers he’d downed were starting to nibble at his common sense. because why else would he summon pakkun at this ungodly hour of the night in the middle of konoha’s safe streets?
“no, i just thought you might want to say hi.”
kakashi knew he was being childish. pakkun’s eyes narrowed. he knew too.
“her pets are good, but not that good,” the dog’s voice was flat. “say kakashi, do you like this female?”
the man ignored the way his face heated with the question – or the answers he was struggling to form.
a long sigh. “i don’t know how i feel. will you… just help me?”
pakkun looked up at him unimpressed. “i already have my answer anyway. you’ve never been discreet when you were teammates either.”
with a sassy turn, the dog trotted in your direction, grumbling some things about his owner being pathetic.
yea, kakashi was never going to live this down. but for all he knew, that was worth it. the second you spotted the furry creature you loved so wholeheartedly, you shrieked and abandoned raidō immediately to rush over to pakkun.
the copy ninja watched with a little too much satisfaction as you picked the dog up, twirling him around before covering his head in smooches.
he didn’t know what excuse his little furry friend came up with, but you nodded, waved at raidō, and then walked in kakashi’s direction. your head was lowered to talk with the dog you still held in your arms. ah, pakkun could pretend all he wanted, he loved your attention.
“my poor boy,” the man heard as you grew closer. “he really got you doing all that? with no treats? that’s not a way to behave at all!”
oh no. pakkun was definetly using your affection for him to turn the situation around.
but your former teammate didn’t have time to worry – when you spotted him, leaning against a wall in the twilight, your face lit up with a bright grin and his heart skipped a beat.
“kakashi!” you called, the excitement in your voice clouding his thoughts.
he didn’t trust his voice, so instead he took a few steps in your direction.
there was no hesitation when your wrapped one arm around his neck in a hug, the other arm still tightly secured around his dog.
his body stiffened – physical contact was never something most people indulged with him. but soon enough he relaxed in your embrace, your scent invading his senses and making his heart race quicker.
“it’s been a while,” he finally got out, feeling stupid about staying silent for son long.
you took a step back. the smile hadn’t left your lips. pakkun had closed his eyes in content, your fingers returning to pet him softly. if he was a cat, there was no doubt he’d purr under your touch.
“mmmh, we did see each other last week for gai’s birthday,” a teasing glint sparkled in your eyes. “but i get what you mean. it has been a while... so much so that you forget how to treat your dog right!”
a comically deep frown settled between your brows, your expression disapproving. god, you looked even prettier.
“pakkun’s telling me you’ve been overworking him.”
kakashi’s lips twitched. of course he did…
“did he tell you that i spoil him a lot more than i should and now he’s become a self-entitled brat?” the man’s eyes narrowed as he eyed his dog.
he was annoyed enough to have to compete for your attention with raidō, he’d rather not continue doing so with his own ninken. also… he had a feeling he wouldn’t win…
pakkun huffed. “careful kakashi, or i might just reveal your big secret to–“
poof. a white cloud exploded in your arms and you let out a small scream of protest, sending a glare at your former teammate.
“hey! that’s not nice. i didn’t even say goodbye.”
kakashi shrugged in indifference. “he wanted some rest, didn’t he?”
you shoved his shoulder with your own as you started walking away, complaining about him. kakashi followed you, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
“that’s not the way to your house,” he remarked before he realized he shouldn’t remember where your house is – you only showed him once. the rest of the time, it was just him taking a detour as he returned from his anbu missions, passing by your house to catch a glimpse of you.
to his relief, you didn’t mention it. “no. we’re going to buy some well-deserved dog treats. there’s a convenience store open 24/7, they sell his favorite.”
you sent him a pointed look, daring him to protest. he would never – not when this convenience store was conveniently located on the other side of town.
the walk was long – at one point, kakashi casually wrapped his jacket around your shoulders. he could have sworn your ears turned pinker. maybe that was the cold of january. but the way you laughed, the way your eyes sparkled everytime you told a story, the way you understood him when the conversation shifted to more guarded topics he could only ever talk about with you. that made him feel warm in a way even the sunniest summer day could have never.
once the treats were bought – way too much treats, including an entire bag that weighed a ton and that kakashi took from your hands to slung over his shoulder – he walked you back to your house. your arms brushed, your knuckles sometimes collided gently. his heart raced each time.
“i missed this,” he finally admitted when you stood by your apartment’s open door. “missed you,” he corrected.
your features softened with the confession. a sincere smile bloomed on your lips, and he knew the words went straight to your heart from the way your eyes seemed to grow more watery.
“me too.”
this time when you hugged him, both your arms were wrapped around his shoulders and your bodies were flushed against one another. he was certain you could feel his heart threaten to burst out of his chest, but he still melted under your touch. his face nestled against the crook of your neck, and he took a deep inhale, your scent clouding his mind and making his head spin.
“i really do miss you,” you repeated again, voice muffled against his cloth, holding him tighter. “sometimes you seem so… out of reach.”
his muscles tensed under your fingers. he knew. he didn’t know if he did it on purpose or if it was just how things were now.
he didn’t let go when your grip lessened. you chuckled and shifted so that your hands could softly trace patterns in his wild mass of grey hair.
kakashi shuddered.
no wonder pakkun was so fond of you.
he couldn’t tell how much time passed until your bodies finally separated. he just knew he’d never felt more peaceful ever since… everything went down.
maybe isolating himself within the anbu corps was… not his endpoint.
your eyes sparkled when you kissed his cheek to wish him a goodnight. you kept one of the treat bags, telling him he’d “have no other choice than to hang out with you again” if he wanted them.
“oh, that reminds me,” you added just as you were about to close the door. “next time you’re jealous or want to spend time with me… spare pakkun and come get me yourself.”
his eyes widened, but already the door closed and he was left alone in his embarrassment. he swore he heard you giggle inside your appartment.
