⋆˚࿔ éli! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

His mouth twitches into a frown against your neck. “Stop being dramatic.”

“You weigh so much.”

“That’s fuckin’ rude. And I’m not even on you.”

“You are literally on top of half my body!”

He makes a low, irritated sound at your unwillingness to quietly let him have his way. (Heaven forbid, you think, that you choose not to spend your last moments under his crushing weight.) Stubbornly, his leg hooks more firmly over yours when you try to wiggle away, and his arm tightens around your middle.

“Stop moving,” he mutters.

“Move over.”

“No.”

“C’mon,” you whine, huffing tiredly. “Just move over a little.”

“There’s no space.”

You pause at his words in disbelief. Slowly, you lift your head from the pillow, squinting through the dark room. The curtains are cracked just enough to let a thin line of streetlight spill across the bed, pale and silver over the rumpled sheets. The other half of his bed is empty and untouched, just as you suspected.

Of course it is, when he’s abandoned his own side completely and migrated fully into yours. 

You turn your head to glare at him as you hiss, “You liar.”

He doesn’t even have the decency to look at you as you catch him in his lie. His eyes are still closed, his face still buried in your neck, and his breathing slow and warm against your skin. “Fuck off,” he mumbles. “We’re cuddling.”

“I can’t sleep like this! You’re completely on my side of the bed—”

“It’s our bed,” he instantly corrects, giving you a grumpy look as he cracks one eye open.

“It won’t be for long,” you snap. “I’m going to leave.”

He waits thirty seconds before smugly humming, “Still here, huh? Knew it.”

“Where else am I meant to be?” you hiss, trying to pry his arm off again. “I’m being held hostage here literally against my will!”

He snorts. The sound is small and half-muffled, but you feel it against your skin, and that somehow irritates you even more because he’s clearly enjoying himself. Even despite being disturbed as he tries to sleep (doesn’t he have an early patrol in the morning?), even despite sweating through the sheets with you (and just how is he surviving this heat so unbothered?), even despite being shoved at and scolded (when will he grow a sense of shame?), Katsuki is still having a good time simply because he’s annoying you. 

Your vein all but pops at the smug satisfaction he gets from getting under your skin.

“Katsuki,” you groan, going limp in his hold for one exhausted second. “Please. It’s so hot, and your quirk doesn’t help. Just get off—you’re so stubborn.”

His eyes finally crack open, narrowed and gleaming in the dark. For a moment, he just looks at you—hair messy, expression heavy with sleep, mouth pulled into that signature annoyed little line that it’s always tugged into permanently.

Then he clicks his tongue, offended. “Fine.”

The word is sharp and dramatic, and before you can even feel relieved, he releases you all at once and rolls over onto his back with a huff, taking all of his furnace-like body heat with him. The sudden absence should be a blessing. It is a blessing. You are relieved and can breathe again as cool air slides over your damp skin, and you can finally move freely without his arm compressing your ribs.

But Katsuki, of course, is not done being insufferable.

“So fuckin’ unbelievably rude,” he mutters to himself, purposely loud enough for you to hear clearly. “Always clingy during the day, crawlin’ all over me. Sitting in my lap ‘n stealin’ my food. But when it actually fuckin’ makes sense to cuddle, suddenly it’s a problem.”

You narrow your eyes as you pout, “I am not clingy—and you’re the rude one! It doesn’t make sense to cuddle in this crazy hot weather and die—”

“And if I said that cuddling you would kill me, then you’d send my ass to sleep outside. At least try to hide your fuckin’ double standards.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself. “He’s impossible.”

“I’m right here, too,” he grumbles flatly, turning to you, mildly offended.

You roll onto your side to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him better. His arms are crossed over his chest now, biceps flexed, jaw set tight as though you’ve wronged him. (For someone who upholds the justice system of this country, you think it’s ironic of him to act that way—especially when he’s spent the last five minutes trying to suffocate you with his weight and body heat.)

You narrow your eyes. “Fine,” you click your teeth. His gaze cuts to you instantly as you throw the sheet off your legs. “You wanna cuddle?”

His eyes narrow suspiciously. “What’re you doing?”

“Exactly what you want,” you say sweetly, already moving. “You wanted to cuddle. So we’re gonna cuddle.”

“You—”

You roll on top of him before he can finish. All of your weight lands squarely against his chest as you sprawl over him, dramatically making a point to make your limbs seem boneless. One leg hooks over his thigh. One arm flops across his face. Your cheek smushes against his shoulder, and you make sure to go as limp as inconveniently possible.

Katsuki grumbles instantly, “Get off.”

“No,” you mumble into his skin. “We’re cuddling.”

His chest rumbles beneath you. “This shit isn’t how you fuckin’ cuddle, you damn idiot.”

You promptly ignore him, lifting your head just enough to shove your face next to his ear. Then you fake snore loudly. It’s an obnoxiously exaggerated replica of his own snoring.

Katsuki cringes before shoving at you (with little conviction). “Knock it off, moron!”

You snore louder, fighting back a giggle. His hand comes up to shove at your shoulder, but there is no real strength behind it. Not enough to move you, even though he easily could. Not enough to mean it, because he clearly doesn’t. His palm just rests there after a second, warm and broad against you, while he turns his face away like that might hide the way his mouth is starting to twitch.

You see it anyway—the small shake of his chest as the laugh he is trying very, very hard not to give you escapes against his will. You grin at the sight and snore again, right into his ear.

“Brat,” he snaps, but it comes out strained as he fights back a chuckle.

“Shhh,” you mumble, patting his cheek with the hand still flung half over his face. “I’m sleeping. You’re ruining our cuddle.”

“You’re ruining my life.”

“You’re the one who asked me out, so it’s your fault.”

“Well, I guess even I make mistakes.”

“So mean!” You gasp, lifting your head as you demand, “You’re saying I’m a mistake?!”

This time, the laugh actually breaks out of him. It is short and boyish, and it’s not something a lot of people witness. But you do—quite often, in fact, and you can’t help but melt at how sweet the sound is. Finally, you give in and properly curl against his chest, relieving him of the uncomfortable position your body is in over his upper half. Your eyes meet his, and you stare for a moment at each other before he looks away to the side. 

The tips of his ears are just slightly red, you think—but it’s too dark to tell for sure.

“Just go the fuck back to sleep,” he mutters.

“Sure thing,” you beam as you tuck your face into his neck and fake snore one more time.

Katsuki pinches your side. You laugh into his chest, and this time, when he huffs in annoyance, he does not bother hiding the smile.

༄ 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.

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."

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.