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: ฬฬโ รฉli, she/her, entp
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bakugo x reader with curly hair?? like for example him helping reader with her curly hair routine, also i love ur writing๐ค
curls // ๐. ๐akugo
cw: fluff, fluff and more fluff, hair touching, gentle physical affection, self indulgent, curlyhead!fem!reader, established relationship
synopsis: katsuki learns the art of helping his curly haired s/o with her hair, you. discovering just how soft, patient, and attentive he can be when it comes to you.
a/n ๐ฌ: ahh thank you for loving my writing, i love your idea ^^ !!!
katsuki didnโt get hair, not not really.
he just woke up, ran a hand through it, and it justโฆ stayed like that. stiff and obedient, explosive in its own way. yours, though? yours was a whole different story.
he learned that the first time he stayed over with you.
you were sitting on the floor, surrounded by products and things. scrunchies, detangling combs, jars, bottles, spray mistsโ some half open, some upside down. your curls were still damp, coiled and frizzy in different places.
he watched silently for a moment.
โโฆwhy are you lookinโ at me like that?โ you mumble without turning around.
โwhy do you have a damn science lab on the floor,โ he says flatly.
you sigh. โshut up katsuki, donโt start.โ
he sits up anyway, rubbing his eyes. โwhatโre you doinโ?โ
โwash day,โ you answer, already tired. โit takes forever.โ
he grunts. โyour hairโs clean though.โ
โkatsuki,โ you warn, your brows furrowed.
he pauses. โโฆitโs not?โ
you turn to look at him, curls bouncing, expression somewhere between amused and offended. โitโs clean. iโm styling it.โ
he stares. then, โwhy.โ
you blink. โbecause if i donโt, itโll be dry, and tangled, and sad.โ
โโฆhair can be sad?โ
โyes.โ
he huffs, clearly unconvinced, but he watches as you section your hair, fingers careful. you wince a little when a curl snags.
then he moves. โoi,โ he says, already scooting closer. โyouโre doinโ that wrong.โ
you pause, โoh? and since when are you a curly hair expert?โ
โsince today,โ he mutters. โgive it here.โ
โkatsโโ
โgive. it. here.โ he holds his hand out, palm up, waiting. after a second, you hand him the wide tooth comb, suspicious.
โif you rip my hair out, i will cry and i will kill you.โ
โiโm not an idiot,โ he snaps, but his grip isโฆ careful, surprisingly so. he starts at the ends like you always do, slow and deliberate, brows furrowed.
โโฆwhyโs it gotta start at the bottom again?โ he asks.
โto avoid breakage.โ
he clicks his tongue, โah, makes sense.โ
you watch him from the corner of your eye, his touch is gentle and steady. heโs concentrating so hard it almost hurts to look at him.
โso,โ he says after a moment, โthis stuff goes next?โhe picks up a curl cream jar, squinting at the label.
โyeah. not too much, though.โ
โi know that,โ he lies and scoops some out anyway, and rubs it between his palms like heโs warming up before a fight. then gently scrunches your curls, awkward at first, then more confident.
your hair starts to spring back into shape under his hands. โโฆhey,โ you say softly.
โwhat.โ
โyouโre actually really good at this.โ
he grins, โyeah, i know.โ then he keeps going, carefully separating curls with his fingers, asking questions, attempting to stay nonchalant. โthis oneโs supposed to look like that?โ
โyeah.โ
โโฆitโs kinda cool.โ
you smile softly at his rare compliment. โaw shucks, katsss.โ
by the time heโs done, your curls are defined and soft, framing your face perfectly. katsuki steps back to look at his work, arms crossed. โโฆdamn,โ he mutters. โi did that.โ
you stand, stretching, then turn to him. โyou did.โ
he looks away, scoffing. โtch. obviously.โ
you lean in and kiss his cheek, quick and sweet. โthank you, baby.โ
his ears go red immediately. โitโs not that deep, itโs nothinโ muchโโ
you grin. โshh, you needa do it more often.โ
he rolls his eyes, then looks into your face with a smug expression. โโฆyou trust me with your hair,โ he asks quietly.
โyeah,โ you answer just as softly. โi do.โ
โmmm,โ he hums. โthen iโll keep helpinโ i guess.โ
you then hug him tightly and bury your face in his chest, curls brushing his jaw. โyay!โ
bound to burn โโ .โฆ bakugou x reader [4k words]
three weeks wasnโt that longโnot really at least. people went far longer than that without talking to someone all the time, thatโs just how relationships go. friendships fizzle, people break up, messages get left on read until they donโt really matter anymore. it was fine, it was normal. but for some reason itโd felt like something had been ripped straight out of your chest and never properly put back.
it was your decision and everything; you said it with your chest, with that prideful stubbornness that always seemed to flare when you argued with katsuki. we need space. this isnโt working. maybe weโre just not meant for each other. and god did it feel good too. at last, a heavy weight had lifted from your shoulders; you were finally rid of him, and happy to be so. his constant explosions and pointless screaming matches had begun to bore you anyways.
well, he wasnโt all bad, you guessed. he had a sort of soft spot for you nobody else ever got to see. while he might seem like just some bad-tempered asshole on the outside, deep down he was actually kind of a sweet guy. heโd always cook you dinner, drive you anywhere you asked like a personal chauffeur, check in on you after hard missions and comfort you when you needed in his own, weird ways. he had the best laugh tooโon the rare occasions he actually did laugh, let alone smile. oh, and he always smelled the greatest. a burnt caramel type of thing. you kind of missed it, honestlyโor you just missed him.ย
shit. maybe breaking up was a mistake. butโฆhe was really annoying and particular about all his things, like in the kitchenโ
โokay, no, absolutely notโyou are not making that face tonight.โ you blinked, dragged back into the present by mina, who was currently standing in the doorway of your bathroom with her hands on her hips and the kind of expression that solidified you werenโt getting out of this.
โiโm not making a face,โ you muttered, even though you definitely were.
mina narrowed her eyes, then grabbed your chin and tilted your head toward the mirror like she was presenting evidence in a trial. โlookโthat right there. thatโs your โiโm thinking about my emotionally constipated ex-boyfriend instead of living my lifeโ face.โ
you swatted her hand away, โheโs notโโ
โsee! you didnโt even try to deny that you were thinking about him.โ
you groaned, dragging your hands over your face. โcan we not do this tonight?โ
โthat is exactly why we are doing this tonight,โ she shot back immediately, already moving to your closet like she owned the place. โyouโve been moping for three weeks. three. whole. weeks. you need to have some fun for once! and at least one guy who makes you forget the name bakugou.โ mina exaggerated โbakugouโ with a mocking sort voice as she shuffled through your entire closet, flinging random going-out tops and your tiniest mini skirts at your feet like confetti.
โiโm not forgetting the name bakugou.โ
โokay then weโll aim for you not just not care instead.โ she snatched a pair heels from the floor and paced back to you, plopping them on the pile of clothes with a smirk. โsooo, you want help picking out an outfit or what?โ
โ โ โ
the club was overwhelming but a good distraction nonethelessโloud enough to drown out your thoughts, bright enough to make you forget everything you didnโt want to feel anymore. the bass thrummed through the floor and up your legs, settling somewhere in your chest like a second heartbeat after a while.ย
the outfit youโd decided onโor rather mina didโwasnโt anything special, though it was the most youโd actually dressed up in a hot minute. a tiny, black mini skirt, a pink-ish top, and over the top heels that made it way more uncomfortable to dance. mina helped you with the hair and makeup too, in hopes of making you feel genuinely pretty again.
you didnโt want to admit it after all that stubbornness earlier, but this was actually the most fun youโd had in a while. mina had a way of doing that.ย
she didnโt give you a second to hesitate the moment upon entering the club. she dragged you straight onto the bustling dance floor whether you liked it or not, laughing and spinning around like she was completely at home in the chaos. you let yourself get pulled along, let yourself move and exist in the moment for onceย instead of some distant space that was three weeks ago.ย
and for some fragile, fleeting momentโit worked. you laughed when mina said something ridiculous in your ear, accepted a drink from someone whose name you didnโt catch and didnโt care to remember. it was nice to just not care for a little while, no matter how short that while may have been.ย
it was funโat least, it had beenโuntil your eyes landed on the one person you were desperate to escape, if only for a night.
katsuki bakugou stood in the very corner of the club, sulking, with his hands glued to his pockets and that oh so familiar grimace settled upon his face. he was half-lit by the flickering neon lights surrounding him, the shadows clinging to every line of his expression. โfunโ seemed like a foreign concept to him; he wasnโt doing anythingโwasnโt talking, wasnโt moving, wasnโt even pretending to be interested in the people around him.ย
he was justโฆwatching. watching you.
your stomach dropped so quickly it almost made you nauseous. his hair was as messy as ever, posture rigid and stiff like he was permanently stuck in a state of anger. he looked just the same as he had three weeks ago. well of course he didโit was only three weeks. it felt like far longer. you let your mind wander, and for just a second, you wondered if maybe he was looking for you.ย
you quickly tore your gaze away at the thought, spinning to grab minaโs arm with a little too much urgency. โmina, heโs here.โ
she stilled instantly. โdefine he.โ
you didnโt elaborateโthe silence told her everything she needed to know. mina risked a glance over your shoulder, then whipped back around so fast it was almost comical. โoh, thatโs him alright. god, does he always have to look like he wants to fight somebody?โ she moaned, her hands resting on her hips like a disappointed mother.ย
โgreat,โ you muttered. โthis is exactly what i needed tonight.โ
โokay, donโt panic,โ she said, already slipping into problem-solving mode. โweโll ignore him. like completely ignore him. weโll have more fun than he is out of pure spite, and if he gets close, i will personally throw a drink in his face.โย
you huff out a weak laugh, โyouโd enjoy that too much.โ
โoh, absolutely,โ mina giggles, already grabbing your hands and twirling you to the music.
โ โ โ
ignoring him proved to be much easier in theory. you could just feel his presence, the burn of his sharp gaze without needing to turn and face it head on. no matter how hard you tried to disregard it and drown him out with overly loud music and blinding lights, you knew exactly where he wasโlike some invisible string that refused to sever.
he had carved himself so deeply into your bones that forgetting him was never an option.ย
inevitably, things just just got worse.ย
some guy approached, fairly good looking, clearly inebriated. he seemed harmless, thoughโconfident, persistent, a little too eager but not immediately off-putting. mina had already been whisked away by some other charming gentleman, but he was a distraction sheโd probably approve of anyway. you let the conversation happen, half-listening, half-watching the crowd over his shoulder like you were waiting for something you didnโt want to admit you were waiting for.
but the longer it went on the more something began to feel off. he stood too close, too comfortable, talking like heโd already decided you were interested regardless of what you actually had to say. his hand brushed your arm once, then again, lingering just long enough to make your skin prickle.
โcโmon, just let me buy you a drink, sweetheart,โ he purred, words slurring as he reached a hand to grab you by the arm.
โiโm good, really,โ you said, trying to step back without causing a scene. โiโm just here with my friend.โ
โaw, you can spare me a little more attention, canโt you?โ he replied with a grin that didnโt quite reach his eyes.ย
โi already did,โ you said, sharper, โand now iโm done.โ you attempted to snatch away your wrist from his grasp, but his grip was already too tight to do so without hurting yourself.
your words clearly meant nothing to him, and he laughed. genuinely laughed like something was funny about this. โoh, donโt make this harder than it has to be.โ
your chest tightens. every attempt to leave only seems to further egg on his advances, leaving you completely stuck with this creep in the tiny corner of the club. until suddenly, youโre thrown a life line. a hand on your shoulder, a sparking pressure thatโs unmistakably familiar. the hand tugs you away from the creep as he releases his crushing grip on your wrist, stepping just slightly ahead of you like a barrier. katsuki.
โsheโs not interested,โ he spoke in that low, edged voice you could hardly ever forget. โso back the hell off.โ bakugou stepped back into your space like heโd always belonged there, his grip on your shoulder firm but not painful. his gaze was locked dead on the man in front of him, sharp and intimidating enough to make the guy finally back off a bit.
he scoffed, straightening like he had something to prove. โand you are?โ
silence stretched for a moment too long to be a coincidence. katsukiโs jaw tightened, some unreadable expression flickering across his face. โโฆdoesnโt matter,โ he muttered finally, voice rougher now, less controlled. โyouโre done here.โ
something about his tone mustโve finally landed, because after no more than a brief moment of hesitation, the guy left, muttering something under his breath as he disappeared into the crowd.ย
it was over just like thatโexcept it wasnโt. bakugouโs hand had yet to leave your shoulder, and if anything, his grip had probably tightened. without a word, his hand slid from your shoulder to your wrist, dragging you to a more closed off area of the club. you were too stunned to speak and sort of just accepted it.
the two of you reached the wall in no time, but bakugou never loosened his grasp. instead, he now slowly turned to face you for the first time in god knows how long. his gaze instantly locked on your own like a magnet. something painfully familiar swirled in those fiery eyes, a flickering spark of reverence that never truly left, only faded.ย
what came underneath that spark, though, was harder to name. a cross of regret, maybe frustrationโa dangerous in-between.ย
โyou seriously gonna let random creeps get that close to you now?โ he muttered, like that was the most important thing here.
your brows furrowed immediately, yanking your wrist free. โexcuse me?โ
โyou heard me, y/n.โ his gaze almost imperceptibly flicked between your eyes and lips as he continued, โdidnโt look like you had that handled.โ
โi did have it handled,โ you shot back, heat rising fast and familiar. โand i donโt remember asking for your help.โย
โsure as hell looked like you needed it.โ
โoh my god,โ you snapped, incredulous. โyou donโt get to just show up out of nowhere and start acting like you still have a say in what i do.โ
โyeah? and you donโt get to pretend i have to just stand there and watch that happen,โ katsuki pressed in a rough growl, inching closer.
โwatch what happen?โ you demanded. โme talking to someone? me existing without you? that was the whole point of breaking up, remember?โ your voice rose uncontrollably, frustrations built over long weeks finally bubbling over.
his expression shifted just slightly. silence filled the air for a long moment.
โtchโthis place is shit,โ he complained, dragging a hand through his hair, frustration bleeding through the motion.
โthen leave,โ you shot back instantly.
โnot withoutโโ he cut himself off mid sentence, like heโd already said too much.
your heart stuttered despite yourself. โwithout what, katsuki?โ you pressed, softer now but no less intense. he didnโt respond right away. his eyes dropped just briefly before flicking back up to yours, something conflicted and unsteady buried under all that sharpness.
โthis is a mistake,โ you say, but it comes out weaker than you intended. your breath catches, and suddenly youโre too aware of how close he is againโhow little space there is between you, how familiar it feels, how much you missed it.
โthen tell me to leave.โ he whispers, hand dangerously close to your own. you donโtโyou donโt know if you ever could.
he huffs out something that almost sounds like a laugh, but thereโs no humor in it. โyeah. thought so.โย
a rough, calloused hand slides around your waist and guides you into him. before you had a chance to argue or overthink it, his lips were on yours, pressing into you with an urgency youโd never quite felt from him before. itโs not gentleโevery movement is guided by a pent up frustration he doesnโt know how to handle for any longer.ย
his other hand finds your jaw, thumb brushing against your skin as he tilts your head to his liking. itโs messy and disorganised in the same way the two of you always seemed to be when together. you flinch just slightly as a small spark bursts at the skin of your waist where he holds you with relentless grip, but you donโt pull away. your fingers tangle into the front of his t-shirt like you might lose balance completely if you donโt hold on to something.
he exhales against your mouth, low and frustrated, like heโs annoyed at how much he missed thisโor rather how much he missed you.
he steps forwards and your back hits the wall, not hard, but enough to make you gasp, and he takes advantage of it immediately, deepening the kiss as though trying to make up for lost time, for every moment he didnโt reach out when he should have. his hands grip at every inch of you with such desperation its hard to ignore.
you moan quietly against his teeth as his tongue pushes through your mouth, smoothing over every curve as though to memorize the shape. a familiar heat pools in your stomach and makes you almost nauseous with utter guilt. everything about it feels confusing, overwhelming. it shouldnโt be this way. there was a reason you left, a reason youโd kept distance for as long as fate allowed. you could never quite pinpoint what exactly it was that made staying away so impossible.
your hand slides up to the back of his neck without thinking, fingers pulling and tangling in his hair, the low sound he makes sending a sharp pulse of heat through your entire body. everything around you seems to disappear. only youโonly him.
he pulls back just barely, breath uneven, forehead almost knocking against yours. his grip hasnโt loosened. he holds you like the world will collapse the moment he lets go. โ...you always do this.โ he mutters, voice low.
your brows knit together, still trying to catch your breath. โdo what?โ
โget in my head,โ he says, like an accusation, like it's your fault. โeven when youโre not there.โ
your chest tightens. โthatโs not fair.โ you whisper.
โnothing about this is fair.โ
he doesnโt even allow you to sit in the silence for more than a second before catching your lips in another heated kiss. still just as impassioned as before, this time seems just slightly heavier, slower, more controlled. he kisses against you like heโs trying to prove something he canโt quite put into words.ย
your fingers curl tighter into his shirt, pulling him closer even though thereโs no space left to close. it's out of instinct at this point, muscle memory, the kind of thing your body remembers even when your mind is screaming at you to stop.
you missed this. god, you missed him.
you missed the way he feels, so solid and real under your hands. how he breathes against you like heโs just as affected, just as thrown off, just as gone as you are. how his anger always melts into something quieter when itโs just the two of you, even if he couldย never admit that.ย
what he held for you ran deeper than words, deeper than anything that could be softened by silence or sharpened by anger. it went beyond skin and bone, something instinctive and inevitable. because no matter how much it hurt, no matter how many times you recognized that whatever existed between you was bound to burnโyou never stopped it.ย
your lips part, and the kiss deepens yet againโless frantic now, more desperate. a fire that aches instead of burns. neither of you wants to rush it, because rushing means it ends faster. and neither of you were ready for that.ย
his hand slides from your jaw to the side of your neck, thumb pressing lightly and kneading the skin beneath his fingertip. you feel as he gently presses into you, hips slotting together like they were destined to be that way. he groans ever so softly into your mouth, fingers now threading through your messied hair.ย
you tilt your head, letting him and yourself fall into it just a little more, even though you know exactly where this leads. it always leads somewhere you canโt stay. a quiet, shaky breath leaves you when he finally pulls back againโthis time not as far, his lips still brushing yours when he speaks.ย
โ...i hated it.โ he says.
you swallow hard. โhated what?โ
โnot talking to you.โ
the whispered confession takes you aback. he soundsโฆgenuine, for once. like he really means it this time. โโฆthen why didnโt you?โ you ask, barely louder than a breath and shaky despite all effort. he steps away just slightly, both hands sliding to grip your hips now instead.
his expression tightens, frustration flickering back in like a reflex. โyou were the one who said we were done. not meโyou.โ
you push him off of you, slowly and gently, like youโre trying to ease the blow before everything goes shitโagain. his hands now still awkwardly at his sides, eyebrows furrowed and gaze impossibly sharp.
โyou agreed.โ
โyeah, because you sounded so damn sure!โ he snaps.
โi wasnโt!โ the admission slips out before you can stop yourself. tears burn in the back of your eyes but you donโt pay any mind to them. โi justโi didnโt know how else to fix it, katsuki. we kept fighting, and you wouldnโt talk, and i felt like i was the only one trying to hold everything togetherโโ
โi was trying,โ he cuts in, voice brimming with frustration. โjust not in the way you wanted me to.โ
you scoff, instantly firing back, โare you kidding me? thatโs the problem! you donโt say anything! you just expect me to understand!โ
โthen why do you expect me to say things i donโt know how to say?โ
you open your mouth to speak but find that nothing will come out. the silence that settles over you is achingly recognizable, heavy with guilt and regret. you stare into katsukiโs face, searching his expression for something you donโt know how to name just yet. maybe youโre not looking for anything in particular at all. just some cheap reason to hold on to things already falling apart.ย
โdo you see?โ you murmur, more tired than angry now. โthis is exactly what i was talking about.โ
his jaw clenches, but he doesnโt answer. of course he doesnโt. you were a fool for expecting change from a man so deeply guarded, even the things he loved never quite made it through.ย
he looks almost scared as you stare through his fiery gaze. what ofโnow that you couldnโt quite understand.ย
he reached a hand towards yours but you moved away before he could capture it.ย
โdonโt pull away from me like that.โ
you let out a weak, humorless breath. โkatsukiโฆ thatโs kind of the whole point.โ
his expression hardens, something defensive snapping back into place. โso what, thatโs it? we just pretend this didnโt happen?โ
โwell what do you want me to say?โ you ask, voice cracking despite your effort to keep it steady. โthat this fixes everything? that one kiss suddenly makes us work?โย
โitโs not just a kiss you know that, y/n.โ
โyeah,โ you reply weakly, โthatโs what makes this worse.โ
โ...so what now?โ he inquires, like heโs expecting something to suddenly change your mind before he loses you forever.
โwe stop doing this. weโre done for good, bakugou,โ you say slowly, almost forcing the words out. he looks to you with a defeated expression youโve never quite seen before. something raw and genuine.
โnoโwe can fix this. you canโt just give up on me like that, we canโโ
โwe tried. what donโt you get? we donโt work together! stop making this harder than it should be!โ
โthatโs bullshit!โ
โyeah well maybe it is,โ you admit. โbut you know damn well that itโs still true.โ
you step back, and this time, he doesnโt try to stop you. his hand twitches at his side like heโs about to reach for you again but refuses.ย
โโฆso youโre just gonna walk away?โ he asks, voice rough.
your chest tightens painfully. you knew this was coming from the moment he grabbed your arm, but that didnโt make it hurt any less. โi guess so.โ
you donโt wait for anything else. not for him to move or say your name the way he used to when it still meant something softer. you turn before your resolve can crack, before your body remembers the weight of his hands too clearly and betrays you for it.ย
the neon lights and pounding music now just make you nauseous, the air beside you seems colder. somehow, you can still feel itโhim, still standing there, still watching, still choosing not to follow. you think thatโs what hurts the most. not that he canโt stop you, but that he doesnโt.
people move around you in careless waves, laughing and dancing, living in a moment that now feels cold and distant. you try to match it, to breathe through it and keep your expression from folding in on itselfโbut your chest is too tight, your throat burning with everything you didnโt say.ย
you spot mina through the blur of lights and bodies, and the second she sees your face, something in her face drops. you donโt make it all the way to her before it breaksโquiet at first, barely noticeable, just a hitch in your breath that turns into something harder to contain. when you do reach her, it spills over without permission, messy and ungraceful. a hurt that refuses to stay hidden no matter how badly you want it to. she pulls you into her armsย immediately, and you let yourself fold into it, be vulnerable, if just for a moment.
by the time you step outside, the night breeze hits your skin far colder than you were prepared for. the fresh air doesnโt fix anything or untangle the mess he left behind in your chest as you half expected it to. but itโs quieter out here, a little easier to breathe.ย
behind you, the music keeps going, the night carries on, and heโs still in thereโstanding where you left him, clinging to something you had to walk away from to survive. and even as it settles in, thereโs a part of you that knows the truth you tried so hard to ignore.
some things donโt end cleanly. some things just burn until thereโs nothing left to hold onto but the memory of how it felt before it fell apart.
and katsuki bakugouโhe was always bound to burn.
HELLOOOOO ts flopped so bad on tiktok guys what the fart but lmk what you think i actually think i like this one
ughhh itโs been a week and im still stuck on the ending of a small kakashi fic ive been cooking up ๐ซฉ can the gods of literature please come back to my humble imagination
โโ โถ before you read: 1.4k words ; gn reader ; established relationship ; very corny cuddling shenanigans ; masterlist.
๊ฐ commentary ๊ฑ โถ i saw a tik tok of a couple's ring camera footage catching a moment like this in the middle of the night (i cannot find it anymore) but it felt rly katsuki coded so here we are
Itโs three in the morning, and youโre hot and sweaty, and Katsuki is as heavy as ever. He doesnโt snore any quieter either.
He shuffles closer, half-asleep, as he throws a leg over you, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrap around you like a trap, solid and impossible to pry loose, and then he shoves his face into your neck with a low, sleepy grunt. You blink your eyes open, lips curling into a frown as he goes right back to snoring.
โBabe,โ you huff, tapping his arm. He grunts, barely registering your voice. โKats,โ you try again, shoving at him a little harder. โItโs hotโget off.โ
โNo,โ he clicks his teeth, voice rough with sleep. โWeโre cuddling.โ
โBut itโs too hot,โ you say exasperatedly.
โNo, itโs not.โ
โYes, it is,โ you snap, pushing at the heavy arm locked around your waist. โYour body heat is cooking me aliveโIโm gonna die.โ
His mouth twitches into a frown against your neck. โStop being dramatic.โ
โYou weigh so much.โ
โThatโs fuckinโ rude. And Iโm not even on you.โ
โYou are literally on top of half my body!โ
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.
โStop moving,โ he mutters.
โMove over.โ
โNo.โ
โCโmon,โ you whine, huffing tiredly. โJust move over a little.โ
โThereโs no space.โ
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 heโs abandoned his own side completely and migrated fully into yours.ย
You turn your head to glare at him as you hiss, โYou liar.โ
He doesnโt 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. โFuck off,โ he mumbles. โWeโre cuddling.โ
โI canโt sleep like this! Youโre completely on my side of the bedโโ
โItโs our bed,โ he instantly corrects, giving you a grumpy look as he cracks one eye open.
โIt wonโt be for long,โ you snap. โIโm going to leave.โ
He waits thirty seconds before smugly humming, โStill here, huh? Knew it.โ
โWhere else am I meant to be?โ you hiss, trying to pry his arm off again. โIโm being held hostage here literally against my will!โ
He snorts. The sound is small and half-muffled, but you feel it against your skin, and that somehow irritates you even more because heโs clearly enjoying himself. Even despite being disturbed as he tries to sleep (doesnโt 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 heโs annoying you.ย
Your vein all but pops at the smug satisfaction he gets from getting under your skin.
โKatsuki,โ you groan, going limp in his hold for one exhausted second. โPlease. Itโs so hot, and your quirk doesnโt help. Just get offโyouโre so stubborn.โ
His eyes finally crack open, narrowed and gleaming in the dark. For a moment, he just looks at youโhair messy, expression heavy with sleep, mouth pulled into that signature annoyed little line that itโs always tugged into permanently.
Then he clicks his tongue, offended. โFine.โ
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.
โSo fuckinโ unbelievably rude,โ he mutters to himself, purposely loud enough for you to hear clearly. โAlways clingy during the day, crawlinโ all over me. Sitting in my lap โn stealinโ my food. But when it actually fuckinโ makes sense to cuddle, suddenly itโs a problem.โ
You narrow your eyes as you pout, โI am not clingyโand youโre the rude one! It doesnโt make sense to cuddle in this crazy hot weather and dieโโ
โAnd if I said that cuddling you would kill me, then youโd send my ass to sleep outside. At least try to hide your fuckinโ double standards.โ
โOh my god,โ you whisper to yourself. โHeโs impossible.โ
โIโm right here, too,โ 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 youโve wronged him. (For someone who upholds the justice system of this country, you think itโs ironic of him to act that wayโespecially when heโs spent the last five minutes trying to suffocate you with his weight and body heat.)
You narrow your eyes. โFine,โ you click your teeth. His gaze cuts to you instantly as you throw the sheet off your legs. โYou wanna cuddle?โ
His eyes narrow suspiciously. โWhatโre you doing?โ
โExactly what you want,โ you say sweetly, already moving. โYou wanted to cuddle. So weโre gonna cuddle.โ
โYouโโ
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, โGet off.โ
โNo,โ you mumble into his skin. โWeโre cuddling.โ
His chest rumbles beneath you. โThis shit isnโt how you fuckinโ cuddle, you damn idiot.โ
You promptly ignore him, lifting your head just enough to shove your face next to his ear. Then you fake snore loudly. Itโs an obnoxiously exaggerated replica of his own snoring.
Katsuki cringes before shoving at you (with little conviction). โKnock it off, moron!โ
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 doesnโt. 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 anywayโthe 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.
โBrat,โ he snaps, but it comes out strained as he fights back a chuckle.
โShhh,โ you mumble, patting his cheek with the hand still flung half over his face. โIโm sleeping. Youโre ruining our cuddle.โ
โYouโre ruining my life.โ
โYouโre the one who asked me out, so itโs your fault.โ
โWell, I guess even I make mistakes.โ
โSo mean!โ You gasp, lifting your head as you demand, โYouโre saying Iโm a mistake?!โ
This time, the laugh actually breaks out of him. It is short and boyish, and itโs not something a lot of people witness. But you doโquite often, in fact, and you canโt 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.ย
The tips of his ears are just slightly red, you thinkโbut itโs too dark to tell for sure.
โJust go the fuck back to sleep,โ he mutters.
โSure thing,โ 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.
cuddling this guy in the middle of summer with that quirk must be miserable. u might as well cuddle a flame
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girl i love your characterization of kakashi! thatโs exactly how i imagine him in my head lol heโs such an awkward loverboy who doesnโt know how to love
girl omg tysm for this, you donโt know how much that means to meeeee iโve been really struggling trying to depict his personality in a romantic setting since we donโt have much ref ๐ iโm very happy to hear you share my vision
Scenario requested by @pink-sunrise-56 : Reader has an anxious attachment style blended with social anxiety.
เผ 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.
โYou donโt need to answer if you donโt want to, [Name]. You donโt owe anyone an explanation for something personal from your life.โ
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 couldnโt help but feel anything more easy, bringing confidence in you โ changing the subject brings on if he assumes it will be in a direction youโll 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 couldnโt 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 โBlink twice when you need helpโ, 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 โ probably intentionally) while whispering against your ear.
โMhm, you are doing so well. Iโm here.โ
โIโm so proud of you. See? I know you would give your best. You should trust yourself more.โ
เผ 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 didnโt 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 didnโt seem at first to calm you with his wise advice, like โNot everything that weighs you down is yours to carry. Feel the fear, but donโt let it control you.โ
But he stopped doing that in the heat of the moment after you couldnโt 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. โBreathe with me.โ โ while he squeezes your hand. โFocus on my voice.โ โ while he whispers in your ear. โDo you want us to leave?โ โ 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.
เผ Obito
Obito is a simple man. Once he is in a relationship with someone he likes and loves โ he will be obsessed. You want to cling to him? Do it every time. Donโt worry, youโll even have a competition with him. Eventually, it even became overwhelming with his excessive caring.
โBaby? How are you?โ He will say, kissing your cheeks, maybe your teary eyes, maybe your temple as he speaks. โWhat do you want me to do?โ
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.
เผ Madara
Madara doesnโt 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 isnโt stupid, never was.
โCare to say why my wife ignored me today?โ
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.
โIโm not sure what youโre talking about. I think you're imagining things.โ
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.
โIโm not that old, woman. Only my soul is.โ
His insistence could be seen in the way he looked at you. A prisoner in his own world.
โSometimes I donโt know what your priorities are, Madara, and if thereโs space for me here.โ
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.
โIf I chose you and only you, it was because I wanted and that will never change in this lifetime.โ
เผ Tobirama
Tobirama is a stern man who speaks bluntly about almost any topic. Maybe some people wouldโve 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 โ thatโs 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.
โMy 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.โ Followed by a firm squeeze on your hand, followed by a side glance that tells you everything heโs struggling to say directly.
เผ Shisui
Shisui is a down-to-earth man. Never arrogant about his own wins. But about other things? Heโs a nuisance. At the same time, meeting him, he screamed in trouble.
โItachi? Donโt tell me we have a new member of our team and you didnโt tell me.โ His grin was shameful, yet not directed at his old friend. โWhatโs your name?โ
Shisui saw that the sudden attention made you uneasy, and it was hard to speak more than a murmur.
โIโm [Name]. Nice to meet you.โ
His eyes soften a bit, taking your hand to shake it gently along with a friendly smile.
โThe pleasure is mine.โ
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; thatโs 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 โTake your time,โ to not feel pressure.
Itโs normal for him to give you space when needed, reading the room pretty well. So itโs hard to fool him, hiding something from him.
โIs my baby upset with me?โ
Your cheeks flush in a second at the nickname, not used yet to his cool-headed behaviour.
โIโmโฆnot.โ
He opened his arms, smiling to encourage you.
โCome on. Come here to me.โ Shy and all, you couldnโt refuse his hugs. He starts running his fingers through your hair, speaking in a sweet tone only for you to hear. โLet me hear you, baby.โ
เผ 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 wouldnโt tell him whatโs wrong, only responding to silence until he wouldnโt take it anymore.
โTell me.โ
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.
โTell you what?โ
โWhat happened?โ
You gulped, but didnโt dare turn around to him again.
โNothing?โ
โNothing?โ He scoffed, rising from the table and coming closer until your breath starts being irregular. โIs that how it will be? Lying to eachother?โ
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.
โIโm sorry, I didnโt want you to see me like this. It's not your fault, it's mine. Just mineโฆfor doubting your love for me, is it? Because if you didnโt love me, you wouldnโt be with me, right?โ
Sasuke was shocked to see this side of you, not used to hearing such big words that resonate with him. You werenโt 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.
โDonโt hide for me. You saw me as a whole, and I intend to do that too.โ
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 โI donโt want anyone else.โ
เผ Sakura
Having doubts while being with Sakura? Maybe for the first dates, because she made it official. Afterwards? No real reason. Sheโll 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 thatโs it. Small tickets glued on the fridge for you to see when sheโs not at home with encouraging words like โGood luck at work today! Youโll rock them!! Love you.โ and probably multiple, small hearts near the writing. Inside your little storage glass with food made with love, youโll have one of them too, especially if you had a bad day.
Although sheโs a real deal when speaking about other insecurities, you saw the inner struggles that she tries to minimize. She forces a smile when sheโs not in the right state of mind, so you donโt 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.
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tags: mentions of combat, suggestive positions, swear words, unresolved sexual tension
synopsis: genma provokes you, you beat his shit up. oh but when youโre straddling him, threatening to break his arm โ heโs exactly where he wants to be.
or in which raidล prevents others to step in to stop the fight. he knows his best friend.
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โwhy does he always have to provoke her?โ izumo sighed defeatedly, wincing when genmaโs body hit the ground in a violent thud. โsheโs so competitive.โ
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.
โyโthink he doesnโt know that?โ raidล smirked. โtrust me, heโs exactly where he wants to be.โ
and there he was โ 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.
โcโmon princess, you know i didnโt mean it.โ
โdonโt call me princess, asshole,โ you snarled, tightening your grip on his twisted arm, earning a groan. โfucking choke on your toothpick.โ
โthatโs called a senbonโ argh!โ
โand thatโs called a dislocated shoulder if you donโt shut the fuck up. now say it, fucking loser. do you wield?โ
kotetsuโs face scrunched at the threat. he had no doubt youโd act on it โ you really, really hated when someone questioned your abilities. youโd prove yourself enough during countless fights for it to never happen โ except when genma decided he was in lack of your attention. which was awfully often for his health.
โshould we intervene?โ he throws weakly in the wind, and izumo nodded quickly.
โnah,โ raidล dismissed their worries again. โheโll kill you if you do. youโre looking at the happiest man in the village right now.โ
somehow in the span of the conversation, the position had shifted. genmaโs 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.
โso, princess,โ you taunted, pulling his upper body by the collar. โany more comments you want to share on my skills?โ
his senbon twisted as his lips stretched, a sparkle in his eyes. โwhy donโt we talk about it over dinner?โ
genma swore your lips twitched, hiding a smile โ 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.
โshit, you look so good from this angle,โ he huffed, ignoring the pressure on his thorax.
โyea?โ you cocked your head to the side. โwas that your plan since the beginning?โ
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. โalways is. you know it.โ
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 forโฆ well you, your touch, your attention, your words โ and then with you kissing him.
did it ever end up like this? letโs just say he earned more often a visit to the doctorโs than a heartfelt confession.
he shouldโve known.
โooof-โ izumo let out as your knee plunged in his friendโs 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.
raidล snorted at the scene. โten bucks says he has a raging hard-on.โ
noticing the way genmaโs eyes followed religiously the sway of your hips as you stomped into town, izumo shook his head and kotetsu frowned.
โnot sure i want to bet against that.โ
โwho knew genma sucked so bad at flirting when it comes to y/n.โ
raidลโs face contorted in confusion. โbroโฆ who didnโt know?โ
little did they knowโฆ 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 wasnโt 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 wasnโt the right time. Itโs 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 youโd been keeping.
โI just got out of a long term relationship about a week ago. So itโs been rough getting over it. Youโve helped me a lot though, Kakashi. I could never thank you enough.โ
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 wasnโt 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 wasnโt your patient this time around. But youโd 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 heโd been discharged.
Kakashi wanted to ask if you could be his nurse that time around but he didnโt 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 wouldnโt 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.
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