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rainbowfey · 6 months

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Day 27: Outdoor Event

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Genma rang the bell and counted to ten. Well, at least he tried to but before he could even get to three, Gai had already yanked the door open, the biggest smile imaginable plastered on his face. Before Genma knew what was happening, Gai had already grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside. A quick glance to the side showed him that Raidou had suffered the same fate. He too was struggling to keep up, his wrist firmly clasped by Gai’s other hand. Genma grinned to himself when he saw the helpless expression on Raidou’s face while they both tumbled after Gai, barely keeping up with his energetic pace. They exchanged a grin, Raidou a bit tormented which made Genma laugh to himself. He did know that Raidou wasn’t the biggest fan of gatherings but since he had insisted on accompanying Genma even though he had asked him three times whether he even wanted to, he had no other choice but to resign to his fate – which was wearing his usual green jumpsuit and was almost skipping in excitement.

Gai didn’t show mercy until they had crossed his living room and made it to the patio door that led to Gai’s spacious garden. Only when he had dragged them onto his patio, he let go of both of them and turned towards them, smiling at them excitedly. “The others are already here,” he exclaimed proudly, pointing vaguely behind him.

Genma peered over his shoulder and noticed a group of people casually standing around an enormous garden table with at least ten chairs around it. Genma waved back excitedly when Ebisu noticed him and raised his hand in a greeting. His gesture seemed to alert the others who now also turned to face them. Genma grinned happily when he saw that almost all of their friends had gathered in Gai’s garden. He could see Kakashi, standing suspiciously close to Yamato who smiled at Genma and Raidou. Obito had his arm wrapped around Rin who was laughing about a joke Shizune had just made. Yukiko stood next to Ebisu, excitedly waving at her brother and Genma felt Raidou relax a bit when he smiled at his little sister.

Gai grinned and gave them a soft push, steering them both towards their friends. It took a while until Genma and Raidou had greeted every single one of them and when the group finally quieted down a bit, Gai puffed himself up, smiling at them proudly. “I am so glad that you all could make it,” he said loudly and his garden fell quiet when they all looked at him curiously. “As most of you know, I wanted to have one last outdoor gathering before it gets too cold to chill in the garden. And with the help of Yamato, Shizune and Yukiko, I have managed to put together an amazing feast.”

Gai grinned at the three mentioned, giving them a thumbs up which they returned with a smile. “But all of you know that we have also gathered for one specific reason,” he continued, eyeing them eagerly. Genma started grinning. He indeed knew what Gai had lured them in with and his stomach started rumbling at the thought. He noticed that Ebisu and Kakashi also nodded, looking at Gai expectantly. Gai seemed to enjoy the attention and he stalled until the silence almost got too long. “Well, I know you’re all waiting for it – but I decided that we’re gonna have some more fun today.”

Genma raised an eyebrow and looked at him curiously. “What shenanigans have you come up with this time?” he asked with a laugh and Gai returned his look triumphantly.

“Well, my dearest Genma, there is one problem – I only have enough pumpkin pie for three people. In order to get a taste of my famous pumpkin pie, you will have to prove yourself worthy,” Gai exclaimed, grinning at the puzzled faces around him. “You will all have to compete with each other in my infamous treasure hunt!”

For a moment, everything stayed silent but then all hell broke loose when all of them started chattering at once. Gai seemed to relish in the overarching confusion and Genma felt a soft tug at his sleeve. He turned towards Raidou who eyed him a bit perplexed. “Did you know about this?” Raidou whispered.

Genma shook his head and shrugged with a grin. “No, I didn’t. But honestly, I’m not surprised. Gai wouldn’t be satisfied with hosting a simple outdoor event. No, he has to do something extravagant, otherwise it wouldn’t be successful to him.”

Raidou smiled nervously and nodded. “I guess I could’ve seen this coming,” he agreed quietly.

Before Genma had the chance to reply, Gai raised his hands and motioned for them to quiet down. “Listen, you guys. I have hidden three Halloween tokens in my garden and whoever finds one of them will get to enjoy my infamous pumpkin pie while the others miss out and have to make do with the rest of our feast.”

Kakashi shook his head slightly incredulously. “You always have to go the extra mile, don’t you?”

Gai gave him his biggest grin. “You’re entirely right about this, my eternal rival. But don’t fret, you only have a couple of the greatest shinobi in all of Konoha competing with you. Are you up for the challenge?”

Kakashi straightened up and cracked his knuckles, grinning maliciously at them. “I’ll find all three tokens before anyone else does,” he proclaimed, evoking a whole bunch of equally as belligerent replies from Ebisu, Obito and Yukiko. Even Shizune and Yamato grinned, determined to prove themselves in this challenge.

Gai raised his arms, staring at all of them intently. “Well, I wish you all luck. Ready, set … go!”

And before Genma could form a straight thought, all of them scattered into the depths of Gai’s garden. Genma gave Raidou a look and smiled. “Shall we?” he asked and Raidou nodded with a slight smile. Then they followed the others’ example, also diving into the bushes around them.

Genma couldn’t stop grinning to himself when he carefully scoured Gai’s vegetable beds for anything that even remotely reminded him of Halloween but except for a couple of turnips he didn’t find anything. After he had cleared the vegetable patches, he moved on to the thicket next to the fence that separated Gai’s yard from his neighbor’s. But this spot also didn’t yield any results. He was about to move on to the next area when he heard a triumphant call, followed closely by another one in a different voice. “Only one token left,” he muttered to himself, intensifying his efforts.

Genma was digging himself through a giant pile of red and brown leaves, right in the line of sight of Raidou who was examining a tree hole, when he heard a third shout with glee. With a sigh, he straightened himself up and gave Raidou a look who returned it with an amused shrug. They both wiped their hands off on their pants and returned to the garden table where Gai had dished up the announced feast in the meantime.

Genma let his gaze wander over the table and stared at it in awe. Gai had done an amazing job, outdoing himself with over a dozen of dishes, beautifully arranged on gorgeous silverware that Genma would never had expected Gai to have. He gave him an impressed look and nodded appreciatively. “This looks amazing, Gai,” he said and Raidou next to him agreed wholeheartedly.

Gai thanked them graciously and looked around. Genma followed his gaze and noticed that three people were holding artfully carved jack-o-lanterns in their hands. Of course, Kakashi was one of them but to his surprise, the other ones were proudly held by Yamato and Rin.

Gai nodded at them approvingly. “So, we have our winners! Congrats, you three. As a reward, you’ll not only get to try my infamous pumpkin pie but I’ll also pass on the secret recipe to you!” While Yamato’s and Rin’s faces lit up, Kakashi grimaced. “You do know that I suck at baking, right?” he asked under his breath and Gai let out a thundering laugh.

“Well, then you better make sure not to poison anyone in the process,” Gai chuckled, giving Kakashi a pat on the shoulder. “And now I’ll serve the pumpkin pie!”

With these words, Gai disappeared into his living room and they all took a seat at the table, curiously glancing at the variety of dishes Gai had already served. “You’re one lucky woman,” Genma said to Rin who was sitting next to him, the jack-o-lantern sitting in her lap.

She gave him a playful nudge and grinned. “Well, I’ll be sure to share my reward with you guys,” she said with a soft smile and Yamato agreed empathetically. Kakashi however just grinned at them mischievously and shook his head.

“You do you but I won’t share with anyone,” he said grinning but Genma noticed his quick glance at Yamato and suddenly he was sure that there was at least one person Kakashi would’ve shared with had he not found a token himself. He chuckled to himself and exchanged a look with Raidou who was also eying Kakashi and Yamato with a smile.

“What do you think?” he whispered so that only Raidou could hear him. “How long until one of them asks the other out?”

Raidou shrugged with a smile but before he could reply, Gai appeared in the opened patio door, holding the biggest cake pan Genma had ever seen. They all stared at him in surprise and Gai seemed to relish the moment before he stepped towards the table, placing the enormous pumpkin pie in the middle of the table.

“Seems like I haven’t been entirely honest with you guys,” he said with a grin. “Of course, there is enough pumpkin pie for all of you! And now enjoy the feast with the power of youth, my friends!”

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mochiajclayne · 20 days

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naruto blank period silly headcanons that no one asked

somehow internet became a thing and the OG gens spent the remainder of their 20s oversharing on the internet instead of marrying each other and having kids

online shopping and tiktok exists (for shit and giggles)

you can't convince me that lee isn't participating in every tiktok dance trend and dragging the rest of the boys with him

kiba and suigetsu are trolls that have beef in social media but are dating irl don't even ask how they got together I just know they're menaces and a force to be reckoned with

ino would do those get ready with me videos or something...most likely to post a video cutting her bangs

naruto getting multiple parcels because let's be real he'd resort to retail therapy at some point

sakura would do those funny doctor and/or nurse skits except it's her nursing a hangover tsunade with shizune

everyone would ask for neji's hair routine let's be real

naruto and sasuke would do that best friend trend on nart's account and it's them waxing poetics for each other (the rest of konoha populace just want them to DATE ALREADY)

everyone collectively canceling orochimaru and the only one that defends him is kabuto who gets canceled too

sasuke has one post and it's a ten minute video of him going on a tangent about the fascist shinobi system with images of the council with red X on their faces and naruto holds it at the background proudly (still the highest liked video in the platform)

choji would do food reviews and he'd earn a living for it yup yup

kakashi and gai dominates the old men yaoi tag don't even ask how (the second one is kakashi and iruka)

#naruto #naruto shippuden #blank period #headcanons #sasunaru #narusasu #will add more on this probably lmao #mochiajclayne.txt #no the burrito sequel doesn't exist to me #let them spend their 20s please #kakagai #kakairu

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rookie98writes · 10 days

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How Could You? —Chapter 3—

Part of the For Your Own Good Series Prev Chapter → Next Work

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: General

Warnings: the angst continues! canon rewrite. self-ship coded; please see author's note on series page if you are unfamiliar with plot-significant characteristics of reader.

Word Count: 4.4k

Work Summary: After waking from Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan attack, Kakashi finds there is still a lot of work to do; in rebuilding the village, restoring trust within his team, and in being honest with you. But will his efforts strengthen those bonds, or will everything only get worse?

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After a few more well-wishes to Naruto for a quick recovery, you made a half-hearted excuse to take your leave. You just didn’t feel like you belonged there. Sakura had left after telling Naruto her intentions to come along in the future, and Lady Tsunade started looking over Naruto’s chart and giving him updates on the others from the mission, while he and Shikamaru told each other highlights of the fights they both endured after being separated. But they were all…smiling. Naruto was describing one of Orochimaru’s henchman—some guy who used his own bones as weapons—and he was smiling. Laughing. Joking.

He had been on the brink of death a few times from the sound of it. But he only smiled and became more resolute. Same with Sakura, and even Shikamaru. It just didn’t seem right. You’d always known that shinobi were essential for the safety of the village, but for these kids to be reacting like this? And then Kakashi’s complete dismissal of you was the cherry on top.

You ended up wandering the village. You didn’t think your father or Ayame would be of any comfort. Neither of them would be able to actually be able to offer any insight, or probably even understand where you were coming from. You tried to see Iruka, but he was out on a mission since the village was still overworked. Most likely, Shikamaru would be given another assignment soon, considering his injuries were minor. Kakashi might have already been sent back out if Shizune had been able to find him.

You were nearing the big tree in the village center when you heard someone shout.

“Y/N!” Gai ran over to you.

“Oh, hello Gai.”

“I just returned from a mission, and I was just about to get some delicious dumplings! Please, come join me! It will be my treat!”

“Oh…I’m not sure I’m such good company right now.”

“Nonsense! You're better company than anyone! Please, I insist.”

And insist, he did. While you knew that Gai would be the absolute last person to ever force you into a situation you weren’t comfortable with, he linked his arm with yours and led you toward the dumpling stand with so much speed, you were tripping over your own feet. But this might be the best option you hadn’t considered. With Iruka’s absence and Kakashi’s evasion, Gai would probably be a uniquely perfect sympathetic ear.

The restaurant wasn’t too crowded when you arrived, and Gai continued herding you until you sat down at a booth in the back corner. The man looked completely in his element, greeting both the waitress and chef by name and placing an intimidatingly large order without even glancing at the menu. You were about to skim through to find something befitting your ruined appetite, but the taijutsu master plucked your menu from your hands and gave it to the waitress without a thought.

“Don’t worry,” he smiled. “Those combination platters I ordered cover every single type they serve here! Today, we feast!”

His enthusiasm was pretty infectious. As heavily as everything was still weighing on your mind, you couldn’t help but smile along with Gai while the waitress came by and gave you each a glass of water and a tea.

“Ah, there’s that springtime smile!” Gai took a full sip of his beverage before slamming it down on the table with his standard level of gusto. “Now, Y/N, tell me. Why would you ever say you aren’t good company?”

“Well,” you started tentatively, using one finger to draw a meaningless pattern in the condensation on your glass and avoiding eye contact. “Kakashi and I kind of had a fight.”

“Ah, Kakashi,” Gai sighed. “Sometimes my rival’s blood runs too hot for his own good.”

“It’s a little more complicated than that.” You took a sip of tea to collect your thoughts. It wasn’t easy to summarize everything that had happened, since Gai didn’t even really know the entirety of the mission to recover Sasuke. But you did the best you could, starting with Sasuke leaving in the middle of the night and all the events that happened as a result: the five-man recovery squad, Kakashi running after them, the state of everyone when they finally made it back to the village.

Gai’s order started coming out of the kitchen, but the man didn’t take his attention off you as you got to the immediate issue: Kakashi suddenly turning ice-cold, telling you all those heart-breaking things. You couldn’t maintain eye contact, but the array of dumplings was a great distraction. Turned out, you were hungrier than you realized, the smells of the food making your mouth water as you spoke.

“Eat something,” Gai encouraged you, “please.”

You smiled gratefully and gathered a few different types on your plate. “Thank you, Gai.”

“Anything for my rival’s beautiful and passionate girlfriend,” he beamed and popped a dumpling in his mouth. His face went through a range of emotion; bliss at the flavor of the food, then empathetic as he remembered what you’d been saying. He swallowed the full bite heavily. “I know how Kakashi can be,” he started. “Please, allow me to apologize for his actions!”

You shook your head. “I’m not upset with him; I’m worried about him,” you explained. “He’s blaming himself for what happened with Naruto and Sasuke. He acted like he had just abandoned them, when nothing could be further from the truth.”

“He has always put the full pressure on himself,” Gai agreed, “even when we were children.”

“I just hate how hard it is on everyone.” You ate another dumpling to try and squash the despair rising in your chest, but it wasn’t quite enough. “I saw Naruto before I left the hospital. And he’s just so determined to go back out there after Sasuke as soon as he’s healed. He’s so upset with himself, that he couldn’t get Sasuke to come home. And those other boys who went with him. Shikamaru is upset that his mission failed, and Sakura is a wreck even though she’s trying to hide it. And Kakashi…”

“He lashed out,” Gai nodded solemnly, a knowing look in his eye like he had been in your shoes many times.

“He said I have no idea what it means to be a shinobi, and after seeing those kids, I’m starting to wonder if he’s right.”

Gai sat thoughtfully for a minute, taking a sip of his tea before he stared at you meaningfully. “It’s true that Kakashi is right more often than he’s wrong,” Gai grinned. “But in this case, he’s undeniably mistaken. With your compassion, you have everything it takes to understand what it means to be a shinobi.” His look was just as compassionate as he claimed you to be. “Kakashi will realize that soon. Otherwise, people will start to say that I’m the smart one.”

You laughed despite yourself, finally feeling the weight lift from your heart. “I love him so much. And I don’t know how to help him. He says he wants to be alone and I can understand that but…I don’t want him to think that he really is alone, you know?”

Tears gathered in Gai’s eyes as he beamed a giant smile in your direction. “So beautiful,” he wailed, the tears beginning to fall and soak into the dumplings on his plate. “Kakashi is so lucky to have you, someone who cares so deeply for him and understands him. I truly believe that you are the perfect match for him.” He snatched you into a tight hug and you could feel the river of grateful tears flooding your shoulder.

His outburst distracted the majority of the restaurant, and even though they weren’t particularly busy, you felt heat in your cheeks as you noticed all the attention on you. “Th-thanks Gai,” you stuttered.

Gai leaned off of you, looking slightly chagrined. “I apologize. It just fills my heart with so much happiness to see how passionately you feel for my best friend and eternal rival!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the exuberant shinobi. Even Kakashi’s detached tone as he spoke of his friend couldn’t disguise the effect that Gai had on him or the fondness they had for one another. You had to admit that it moved you.

“Well, I’m just glad he’s had you all this time.”

Fresh tears welled in Gai’s eyes, but he forced them back. “Like I said, I know how Kakashi can be. But that just means I also know why he can be like that. And I have seen so many people give up on him.” He put his hand on your shoulder, absolutely beaming at you. “It makes me very happy that you are different.”

He ate another dumpling and you smiled. “Thanks for bringing me here, Gai. You and I should spend more time together.”

“ABSOLUTELY!” he pulled you into another hug, nearly knocking the wind from your chest as you laughed.

The rest of the meal just continued to lift your spirits, you and Gai sharing easy conversation and funny stories with one another as more and more of the feast of dumplings disappeared. You shouldn’t have been surprised, but Gai attacked the platters with the same level of enthusiasm as he did everything. Before long, you were both reaching your limits (although you suspected he would happily eat twice as much if this were one of his rival contests).

Gai excused himself to take care of the bill, waving away your offer of ryō so quickly you were worried his wrist might snap. As you waited for him to return to the table, you overheard the conversation of two men sitting a few tables down.

“Did you hear?” one asked his friend. “Sasuke Uchiha abandoned the village to join up with Orochimaru. And that kid Naruto nearly died trying to bring him back!”

Your posture stiffened at their topic. The man spoke so casually, it churned the partially-digested dumplings in your stomach.

“Man, I get that they don’t have any parents, but someone oughta take responsibility for them. Don’t they have a sensei or something?” the friend responded.

The guy scoffed. “Hatake?”

“Hmph, that explains it. Cold-Blooded Kakashi strikes again.”

“Ha, he ran out of friends, so now instead of Friend-Killer, I guess he’s Kid-Killer Kakashi!”

“HEY.” The exclamation was out of your throat before you even had a chance to think about it. But you wouldn’t have taken it back even if you had the chance.

The men both looked unimpressed by your interruption. “What?”

“Don’t talk about him like that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Kakashi Hatake. You don’t know him at all. So get his name out of your mouths.”

The men shared an amused look, like they were speaking to a child. “Excuse me?” the first man asked, turning back to you and resting his chin on his palm.

“Kakashi isn’t cold-blooded. He was out of the village on a mission when Orochimaru lured Sasuke out of the village, and Naruto was gone before Kakashi got back. But he didn’t waste a second before going after them, even though he had just been through hell. So how dare you talk about him like that? Just who the hell do you think you are?!”

“Us?” the guy laughed. “Who’re you, Hatake’s cheerleader?”

“I said…get his name out of your disgusting mouth.”

“Hey now, what gives you the right to make assumptions about my mouth?” the man sneered, leaning closer and meeting your challenge. “You haven’t been properly acquainted with it.”

“That’s enough!” Gai bellowed, appearing out of nowhere and diving between you and the man to create a human barrier. “Y/N, you don’t have to listen to this.”

“Now hold on, she and I were having a conversation. I’m just dying to know why someone like her would bother defending that worthless—"

You launched yourself at the man before you even considered the consequences. Thankfully, Gai’s superhuman reflexes caught you before you were able to make any contact and likely hurt only yourself. And even better, you surprised both of the jerks enough that they finally shut up.

Gai set you back on your feet and gave you a quick look to either warn or ask you not to try something like that again. It really shocked you how quickly Gai could switch from carefree to serious without losing a hint of credibility. Quickly coming back to your senses, you folded your hands behind your back and looked at the floor.

“Now,” Gai began, looking back at the men at the table. “Simply apologize to my friend, and we’ll be on our way.”

“Why should I apologize?” the man scoffed. “She’s the one who jumped into our conversation, then got all hysterical. The way I see it, she oughta apologize.”

Like hell I’ll apologize. Gai must have felt the way you bristled behind him, reaching back and placing his hand on your arm to ground you. “Don’t worry about these guys, Y/N. They aren’t worth it. Let’s go.”

He waited to allow you to leave first, keeping himself between you and those assholes in case either side started up again. The men must have realized who they were dealing with and decided to leave well enough alone, keeping quiet. You did offer the workers of the restaurant a genuine apology as you passed them, but they waved it away as though you hadn’t caused a scene. Still, as you made your way back to the center of the village, you felt that one more apology was necessary.

“I’m sorry Gai. I should have controlled myself better back there. I’m not even really sure what came over me.”

“I know exactly what came over you,” he beamed with pride. “All of the hot-blooded feelings you have for Kakashi sent you rushing to his defense, and it was a joy to see. But to ensure your safety, I had to put a stop to it.”

“You were right to.” You smiled and hugged him. “I think I’m going to head home. Get my adrenaline back to normal. I’m not sure how shinobi keep this up all the time,” you laughed.

Gai responded with a loud guffaw and a clap on your back. “Thank you again for your company today!”

This time, you pulled him into the hug. “Thanks for everything.”

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Obito…

Kakashi’s hair hung limp in his face as he stared at the Memorial Stone. His feet were planted in a spot so familiar, he could feel the indents of his sandals in the earth. Proof of how often he had to admit his shortcomings.

“I’m sorry, Obito.” Kakashi spoke evenly and quietly. “I’m no better of a jōnin than I was when I let you down. And now, I’ve let down the last member of your clan.” His breath hitched. “Obito, I let down everyone. I still haven’t learned how to protect my comrades. I’m still…I’m still losing them. I’ve lost my entire team. Again.”

Kakashi’s hands trembled at his sides. “I thought things would be different. I thought I could live up to what you said. I tried…I tried to teach them the same lessons you taught me. The way that Minato-sensei taught us. My students remind me so much of our team. I should have known exactly what they needed. But I failed as a sensei. I wasn’t cut out to teach them. I couldn’t even recognize that Naruto and Sasuke were on the brink of killing each other. I was…”

Naïve. Distracted. In love.

“I was happy, Obito.” The honesty opened a chasm in his chest. “I should have known it couldn’t last. But I didn’t, and it cost those kids everything.”

That. That was the crux of it.

Kakashi had made peace with the fact that you were too good for him, and his time with you would certainly not be endless. He had been prepared to be with you for as long as you wanted him. But it had gotten to the point where he needed to make that call for you. If he had accepted the truth sooner, stopped delaying the inevitable, maybe he could have prevented what happened to his team.

If he had just let you go, been less selfish, put all his focus on his students…this visit to the Memorial Stone could have been completely different.

“RIVAL!”

Not now…

Kakashi turned to see Gai walking up to him with that big, stupid smile he always had. Kakashi aimed his most withering stare at his rival, but Gai chose to take no notice, walking up as though Kakashi had invited him.

“What is it, Gai?”

“I had a feeling I would find you here, Kakashi.”

“…Is there a problem?”

“No, not at all. But I heard what happened. And I just wanted to check on you, see if there was anything I could do to help.”

Unless you know where Orochimaru is—where Sasuke is—what help could you possibly be?

“Also, I ran into Y/N in town.”

Every one of his nerves lit up at your name. “Y/N?”

“She was upset, Kakashi.” Gai softly chastised him. “I know that what you’re going through is horrible. But please, don’t take it out on her.”

I never wanted to, he mentally defended himself. But I had to.

“What’s done is done, Gai,” Kakashi answered. “It’s over between us.”

Gai seemed confused. “You…broke up with her?”

“Well, no,” he admitted. I couldn’t force myself to do it. “But I did pick a fight. And after the way I spoke to her, she would be justified in cursing my name.”

Gai started laughing. Kakashi looked at him with fury in his eye, but Gai held up a hand to beg his friend and rival to show mercy. “I’m sorry Kakashi. I don’t mean to laugh. But actually, it’s quite the opposite.”

“What?”

“When I found Y/N, I could tell she was upset, and I invited her to lunch. While we were preparing to leave, she overheard an off-color comment about you. And Kakashi, she went up to the men and responded with a white-hot youthful outrage that I didn’t think someone of her stature would be able to produce! Defending you with the passion and conviction of a woman who’s witnessed her lover hang the stars themselves!”

What the hell is she doing? Kakashi was torn. The idea that you felt strongly enough to defend him tugged his heart in all different directions. Whoever this was that you overheard, Kakashi was sure this would just be the start of it. He had understood the importance of being entrusted as the mentor to the last surviving Uchiha and the nine-tailed fox jinchūriki, and although he could think of a hundred reasons why he wasn’t fit for the job, he had agreed to the Third Hokage’s request, only to fail even more spectacularly than he could have imagined.

Soon, the entire village would be saying all the same things. He would never ask or expect you to take on that animosity. It terrified him. But more than that, it angered him. Infuriated him; that you would be subjected to such hostility—that people would direct even a small portion of that disdain toward you—because you still cared for him, despite the terrible things he had done.

Well then. The answer was simple.

If the problem was that you cared about him…he would make you stop.

“Kakashi?” Gai addressed him, pulling him from his thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

“She shouldn’t have done that,” Kakashi responded, his voice low and simmering.

“Rival, she—”

“I don’t want her to do that.”

Gai blinked a few times before softening his expression. “She loves you, Kakashi.”

“She shouldn’t do that either,” he snapped. “I don’t wa—”

“RIVAL.” Gai cut him off. “Don’t you dare say you don’t want her to love you. I won’t allow you to lie to me.”

Kakashi looked again at the memorial stone. His eye locked onto Obito’s name automatically. His old teammate, now only an etching on this monument, because of mistakes Kakashi had made and could never take back.

“I told her I love her…right before I left for that mission.”

Gai’s voice softened. “Kakashi, that’s wonderf—”

“No. It isn’t,” he argued. “Everything fell apart after that. Things I should have been able to prevent. I don’t want her to be dragged down by my mistakes.”

“Well, she—”

He faced his friend with venom in his uncovered eye. “I won’t let her.”

Kakashi ran, leaving Gai and Obito behind. He could hear Gai’s objections, but he wasn’t about to turn back and give his irresponsibly goofy friend the opportunity to try and change his mind.

He heaved a sigh of frustration. Why were you making this even more difficult than it already was? He had been an absolute jerk to you back in the hospital. He had taken your offers of help and reassurance and thrown them back in your face. When you’d heard whatever grievances the man at the dumpling shop had, you should have joined right in.

Not that the thought of you striking up a conversation with a new man didn’t turn Kakashi’s stomach inside out. His feet skidded on the ground. It had been hard enough accepting that you wouldn’t be his anymore, but he hadn’t considered that there would be nothing stopping you from giving yourself to someone else. Could he honestly stand it if he saw you hand in hand with someone new? Smiling that perfect smile at some other man?

A selfish instinct kept him perfectly still. Maybe he should change his mind. Maybe this was his chance to take it all back. He could just apologize, and you would stay by his side, offering him all your love without question. Sure, the rest of the village would still hate him. But he could keep you.

And then everyone would turn on you, as well.

No. This was the only way he could protect you, and that was what he wanted more than anything. He just hated that that meant he had to be even more cruel. It was sadistic, that protecting you meant hurting you. But it had to be done.

He couldn’t be selfish. He’d already had far more of you than he deserved to have. He would do it quickly; hurt you one last time, so he couldn’t hurt you any more in the future.

With his mind set in stone, Kakashi was able to track you down easily. You were just walking through the park, seeming a bit listless in the way you moved.

“Y/N.”

You whipped around at the sound of his voice. “Kakashi! H-hi.”

The look on your face could have broken his heart all over again. You were surprised to see him, but more than that, you looked happy. Hopeful, like you thought he had sought you out to take everything back.

And here he was, getting ready to hurt you all over again.

“I need to talk to you.”

A tremor ran through his body when he saw the soft, secure look in your eyes. You nodded and willingly stepped closer to him, blind to the fact that he was a danger to you. Like he wasn’t a threatening, cold-blooded monster.

Wordlessly, he quickly guided you to his apartment. It was close and private. Not to mention he wouldn’t invite himself into your home, especially under these pretenses.

As soon as he whisked you inside, he shut the door to block out the unnecessary hatred and negativity that nipped at his heels. He was about to create enough of that himself; he surely didn’t need help from the rest of the village. Kakashi refused to turn and look at you, frustrated by what he had to do.

“So…” You blinked a little nervously as he failed to speak. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

He sighed, letting his head fall against the door. “Gai told me what happened. In the dumpling shop.”

“Oh,” you blushed at the memory. “I—”

Abruptly, he turned to face you, cutting you off before you had a chance to continue. “Don’t do anything like that again.”

“I…I’m sorry…” you stammered, taken back by his tone. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“That’s not—” His fingers curled into tight fists before he pushed his hitai-ate up and pulled his mask to his neck. “Just…stay out of it, Y/N.”

“But…” The look on your face went firm and defensive. “Kakashi, he said that you—”

“I don’t care what he said.”

“I do care!”

“Well don’t!” he thundered. Your mouth dropped open, stunned that the two of you were falling into an argument again. “You shouldn’t have done anything, Y/N. I don’t need your help, and I don’t need your pity. So just leave it alone.”

“It isn’t pity, you—”

“Stop.” He could feel the way his stare was wearing you down. “Stop defending me, stop taking my side.” It hurt like a blade, inwardly acknowledging everything else that you would stop. Stop loving me. “Just stop.”

You held eye contact for longer than he would have expected of anyone else, but he knew just how persistent you could be. “Why?” The question escaped your mouth on a shaky exhale. “Why wouldn’t I take your side when you’ve done nothing wrong?”

Kakashi turned back to the door, hiding the pain that was threatening to show through the cracks. “That was all I had to say,” he finished, opening the door to let you walk out of his life forever.

“Kakashi…” You walked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He refused to turn, wishing to just block out your words. “What are you doing? Please, talk to me.”

“There’s nothing else to talk about. You should leave.”

“I know that you feel guilty for what happened to Sasuke and Naruto. And I know I can’t understand it but…can’t we just talk about it? I don’t expect to resolve everything tonight, but I don’t want to leave you like this again.”

He had to say it. It was for your own good, and you weren’t going to give him a choice. He had used all his usual tricks on you; acted as immature as the arrogant child he used to be; the reason people saw him as cold-blooded. But you were refusing to see him that way. So he looked away, and said the only thing you couldn’t misinterpret, no matter how badly he wanted you to.

“I’m telling you to leave me, Y/N. For good.”

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#kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi angst #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi x y/n #reader insert #rookie wrote

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delirious-donna · 1 year

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Kakashi Hatake, newly appointed Hokage, is struggling with transitioning from active duty to being sat behind a desk. Sure, he might not be placing his life on the line every day but perhaps now is the time he puts something else out there instead, his heart.

Meanwhile, things aren’t quite adding up. There is a discrepancy in the records that cannot be explained, and it falls to you to investigate. Never did you expect it would lead you to the door of the Hokage’s office, a man you had admired from a safe distance until now. What happens next leads you into a closely guarded secret that will change the rest of your life.

In a story where the past might be harder to let go of than usual, can two strangers find a semblance of happiness and peace?

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

featuring: Lady Tsunade, Shizune, Shikamaru Nara, Maito Gai, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Iruka Umino, Kurenai Yūhi (updated when necessary)

genre: strangers to lovers, canon divergent AU, romance, eventual smut, bit of slice of life, angst and romance, mystery, rivals to enemies to reluctant friends, office romance, slight power dynamic

general warnings: female reader, heavy mentions of PTSD and life after war, angst, secret keeping, eventual smut, rivalry, fear of emotions, reader has glasses, reader is described as blushing, reader has long hair, use of pet names - princess, sweetheart, my love (chapters will have specific warnings)

status: incomplete

notes: this is probably the most self indulgent thing I’ve ever attempted to write. I hope that it’ll be enjoyable for others and not just me. Feedback is appreciated, please be kind, but constructive comments are welcome.

Prologue - New Beginnings

Chapter 1 - A Day In The Life

Chapter 2 - A New Challenge

Chapter 3 - When Worlds Collide

Chapter 4 - Fated Friendships

Chapter 5 - Dinner Dilemmas

Chapter 6 - Kiss

More to be added… links will be added when chapters are posted

#delirious writes #story masterlist #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi smut #kakashi fluff #kakashi angst

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bougiebutchbitch · 2 years

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someone: shizune is a fictional character she is never going to fuck you

me, a massive queer who has been a sapphic shizune truther since I shipped her with Tsunade when I was a kid (DON@T JUDGE ME I DIDn’T REALISE HOW FUCKED UP THAt WAs): shut up shut up shut UP shut your WHORE MOUTH right NOW

#crying screaming sobbing throwing up #I deserve to be banged by shizune #do I dislike x re/ader posts because they're impossible to avoid even by tag blocking #or because NONE OF THEM CATER TO ME #let me fuck kakashi dammit #give gai some love #more dom!top women PLEASE #listen I only love the shizune who exists in my head #canon shizune is... meh #but my headcanons are deep and delicious and I want to prod at them sdklfjgsjkdgf

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punk-pandame · 3 months

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PUNKY'S KINKTOBER 2024: RANDO-TOBER !!!

"punky don't you normally announce in like may/june" yes but i'm excited and being Very Ambitious this year so you get it early. you're welcome <3

anyway, this year's kinktober is what i call "rando-tober". meaning i put two huge lists- one with pairings, one with prompts- through random.org list randomizer and partnered them up in order for 31 full days of random pairings and prompts! and in keeping with the random theme, i decided to design it with inspiration from early aught's scene core. AKA: the lol random era hahaha

i'm hoping to pump out 31 one-shot fics and accompanying art for each one, so if i seem like i'm posting less into october, you know why XD all of my works will be naruto once again, and you can feel free to use the same pairings and prompts if you want, or use your own! feel free to use the calendar for other fandoms or original works as well! same rules as every year: do NOT use for rape/non-con, pedophilia, incest, teacher-student, etc.

as always, image ID's in alt, and plain text and blank calendar template below the cut!

support the artist - patreon | bmac

Oct. 1 Hyuuga Neji x Tenten | Fuck or Die Oct. 2 Hagane Kotetsu x Kamizuki Izumo | Consensual Somnophilia Oct. 3 Akimichi Chouji x Karui | Breeding Oct. 4 Haruno Sakura x Rock Lee | Paddling Oct. 5 Gaara x Hyuuga Hinata | Lactation Kink Oct. 6 Hatake Kakashi x Uchiha Obito | Fight as Foreplay Oct. 7 Namikaze Minato x Uzumaki Kushina | Touchless Sex Oct. 8 Inuzuka Kiba x Yamanaka Ino | Suspension Oct 9. Aburame Shibi x Inuzuka Tsume | Oviposition Oct. 10 Uchiha Sasuke x Uzumaki Naruto | Cockwarming Oct. 11 Sai x Yamanaka Ino | Temperature Play Oct. 12 Haruno Sakura x Karin | Sex Games Oct. 13 Hatake Kakashi x Yamato | Blood Play Oct. 14 Uchiha Mikoto x Uzumaki Kushina | Monsterfucking Oct. 15 Hidan x Kakuzu | Sensory Deprivation Oct. 16 Deidara x Hidan | Erotic Massage Oct. 17 Haruno Sakura x Yamanaka Ino | Healing Sex Oct. 18 Houzuki Suigetsu x Karin x Juugo | Material Kink Oct. 19 Hoshigaki Kisame x Uchiha Itachi | Phone Sex Oct. 20 Hatake Kakashi x Maito Gai | Choking Kink Oct. 21 Akimichi Chouji x Hyuuga Hinata | Food Play Oct. 22 Inuzuka Kiba x Kankurou | Chastity Cage Oct. 23 Hyuuga Hinata x Inuzuka Kiba | Glory Hole Oct. 24 Senju Hashirama x Uchiha Madara | Gaping Oct. 25 Hyuuga Neji x Nara Shikamaru x Temari | Double Penetration Oct. 26 Aburame Shino x Hyuuga Hanabi | Brat Taming Oct. 27 Orochimaru x Tsunade | Intoxication Kink Oct. 28 Haku x Juugo | Size Kink Oct. 29 Konan x Nagato x Shizune x Yahiko | Three- or Moresome Oct. 30 Shizune x Yuuhi Kurenai | Sexual Roleplay Oct. 31 Deidara x Uchiha Itachi | Knife Play

#punky's kinktober 2024 #kinktober 2024 #kinktober #nsf uu #kinktober calendar #kinktober 2024 calendar

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silentexplorer18 · 2 years

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Idiots in Bloom: a Kakashi Hatake Short

Summary: When your persistent cold becomes more than a cold, you have every intention of spending the remainder of your sickly days holed up in your apartment. However, that doesn't exactly go to plan.

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Female Reader

Warnings: Hanahaki disease, nausea, sickness, discussions of death and dying, doctors, College AU.

Word Count: 7,500+

Note: This isn't really my usual writing style, but I had a lot of fun spicing up my narration a bit! I everyone enjoys! :)

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It was only a cough. At least, that’s what you tried to tell everyone.

For the most part, the assurance was enough to satisfy your friends. One question directed toward Gai about the atomic pattern of gneiss was enough to derail the conversation away from your persistent cold. Well, it was enough to distract everyone except for your best friend.

Kakashi Hatake knew you better than he knew his own Philosophy notes. He’d been your best friend since you’d moved into the house next door at eleven, and since then the two of you had been largely inseparable. From school functions to sleepovers to family events, both of you always found a way to invite the other around.

Of course, you didn’t spend time together 24/7, but it was second nature. That included inviting both of your mutual friends around for study sessions at the library. But, while you could distract your friends from your persistent health issues over the last week, Kakashi was much more difficult to placate.

Even with Gai talking your ear off about the crystal structure of andesitic magma, Kakashi remained staring at you. The coughing had him worried despite your assurances that it was only allergies.

And, truthfully, he probably had a reason to worry. Your chest had grown tighter over the last few weeks, and the coughing had only continued to grow worse. A part of your mind whispered that you could have pneumonia, but you tried your best to push the thought away. It was probably just a cold. Really, your worries were probably unfounded.

But Kakashi wasn’t the only one watching you with concern. From across the table, Shizune, the lone pre-med student in your group of friends, kept a careful watch over your coughing figure. Over the last two weeks, your condition had only seemed to get worse, and though you asserted it was just allergies, she didn’t buy the lies you were selling. Not one bit.

Thankfully, she was sneaky enough to catch you in the act. After some grumbling from Asuma, you’d gotten up to find a book on the geologic timeline. Wordlessly, Shizune followed after you, watching you disappear beyond a shelf a few paces away.

You cleared your throat as you searched the shelves, willing away the tickle of another cough.

“(Y/n),” Shizune called, meeting you in the aisle.

You jumped, a startled cough leaping from your throat. “Yes?”

“Have you been to the doctor for your cough yet?”

“Oh,” you waved her worries away. “No, no. It’s fine. Just some allergies.”

Shizune frowned. You may have been able to fool Gai and Asuma, but she was a med student. She knew that cough was far too deep to just be allergies.

“I think you should come to the clinic with me,” she suggested. “Leaving an infection untreated is a poor decision.”

“Shizune, I’m fine, really!”

Her lips formed a thin line as she inspected you, obviously not willing to go along with your arguments. “Take a deep breath. A full, deep breath.”

“Shizune—”

“Do it.” Her tone left little room for arguing.

Reluctantly, you did as she asked. With a single, deep breath, your breath caught in your lungs, rattling back out with deep, uncontrollable coughs. Your eyes watered and leaning against the bookshelves was the only thing keeping you upright.

It really was worse than you had thought.

When you blinked back up at her, Shizune’s expression was both knowing and worried. There was no way to fool her, and you knew that Shizune would at least make sure the clinic workers took good care of you.

“Okay,” you relented, voice surprisingly hoarse. “I’ll come with you. But I don’t want Kakashi to know you think I’m actually sick.”

Shizune left the deception up to you, disappearing around the corner of the aisle to begin gathering her belongings. When you returned to the table, passing the book you’d found off to Asuma, Kakashi wasn’t with them.

Your backpack slipped over your shoulders, keys slipping into your pocket, before you wandered down a nearby aisle to find Kakashi. As expected, you found him in the Psychological Sciences section; his Introduction to Teaching Methods course was really kicking his ass.

From afar, nose downturned into a book, hair fluffing over his signature headband, brows furrowed in concentration, he was beautiful. He’d always been beautiful with that bright white hair and those delicate features. Through the years, you’d never hidden your praise of his appearance. He was as handsome as he was insecure, and you hoped to change that. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on such things; admiring him would have to come later.

“Hey,” you called, catching his attention with a smile. “I’m gonna head out.”

“Is everything okay?” The worry in his voice leapt through your chest, and you tried to push down how sweet it was for him to be concerned about you.

“Yeah,” you waved, trying to appear nonchalant. “Shizune said the clinic has free Nasonex, so I’m gonna head out with her. She thinks it’ll help with my allergies.”

“Ah,” he nodded, gaze dropping back to his book again. His expression had smoothed out when he looked up at you again, and you held back a cough so he wouldn’t worry. “I have an exam tomorrow so I can’t meet you for lunch, but if you’re free later in the week, text me.”

You nodded and forced a smile. The tickle in your throat was growing unbearable, stinging your lungs and making your eyes water. Before he could scrutinize your expression, you turned, hands tightening on the straps of your bag. Shizune was waiting for you.

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The campus clinic was fairly quiet save for the daunting array of pre-med students lingering about. While it was a bit unnerving, you knew you were in good hands with Shizune. She was one of your closest friends, after all.

Her companion, someone she distractedly introduced as Anko, grinned as you hopped up onto a table. She plopped onto a rolly chair beside your kindhearted captor. “What’s up, Shizune? ‘Nother birth control implant?”

Your friend took a sharp breath, leveling her companion with an equally sharp stare. “No. I’m worried she’s developing pneumonia.”

“Oh yeah? That’s more full-med, don’t you think?”

“Are you a med student?” you asked. Anko’s perceptive eyes and mischievous smile made you uneasy. You certainly couldn’t imagine her as a doctor, especially not with the sarcastic bedside manner.

“Nah. Pharmacology.” She shrugged, flipping through the A&P textbook Shizune had dropped on the counter. “Doesn’t really matter here, though. Shizune’s not a doctor either.”

The huff from your left directed your attention back to your friend. She was adjusting the earpieces of her stethoscope, moving to press it against your back.

“Take some deep breaths,” she murmured, focusing on the sounds reverberating through the instrument.

You really tried to follow her request. The first breath wasn’t too difficult, just a little tight in your chest. The second was more difficult, and worry began to clatter through your mind yet again. What would Kakashi think if you really were sick? He’d be so upset that you put off going to the doctor for such a long time. He’d make himself sick worrying over you—

Your breath shuttered in your throat, and a deep, wet cough reverberated from your lungs. The coughing wouldn’t stop, and the pain of snot burned at your throat. Shizune shifted away, pushing a tissue into your hand, and you continued coughing. It felt like some of the infection wanted out, and, well, that couldn’t be the worst thing in the world. So you let yourself cough, breath hacking and rattling your body.

When you’d finally managed to control your breathing, there were tears stinging your eyes, your nose was running, and the tissue in your hand was suspiciously pink. However, as your eyes focused on the color, you realized that it wasn’t blood. Five vibrantly pink petals were resting in your hand.

Petals. What the fuck?

Shizune sucked in a breath from beside you, fingertips brushing the side of your palm. “Did you just..?”

For one reverent moment, the two of you stared at the petals draped across your palm, minds swirling with the possibilities of what it all meant. But then that moment shattered.

The shrieking squeak of Anko’s chair was as jarring as her bark of surprise. Which one caused your arm to jerk, a blur of pink fluttering to the floor in the process, you would never know. Regardless, Anko’s barrage of loud noises persisted. “Are those fucking flowers?”

Shizune may have started the procedure rather clinically, but she was only a med student and, for that reason, the surprise on her features was plain as day.

And for good fucking reason, your mind roared. People don’t just cough up flowers on a daily basis!

In alarmed horror, she continued staring at the pink petals—far too sweet and inconspicuous for the situation at hand—until Anko’s bark snapped through the silence.

“Shizune! What the fuck is going on?”

With a surprising amount of effort, her eyes jumped from the petals, flickering between Anko’s confused expression and your shell-shocked one. “I… I don’t know.”

She disappeared from the room a moment later, pale and shaky, with Anko hot on her heels, already spewing a barrage of questions Shizune didn’t know the answer to.

From there, the clinic erupted into chaos. Textbooks were opened. Professors were called. People came in to poke and prod the petals that had fallen into your hand and continued—much to both your and Shizune’s obvious dismay—to fall from your chapped lips. Through it all, you were an obvious scientific anomaly, one that the more curious students couldn’t wait to sink their teeth into. None of it was the least bit reassuring.

Whether it was the specific nature of your condition or the rabid persistence of the clinic’s student workers that resulted in the answer that plagued all your minds, you would never know. Regardless, Shizune and Anko joined you again a half hour later. Anko’s smirk was devilish as she looked you up and down—not a good sign. Even worse was the way Shizune worried her lower lip, eyes narrowed in concern. Despite that, determination flamed in her eyes, a fire that couldn’t be tamped out no matter what the results of her research had been.

“It’s called Hanahaki disease.”

The words rang through the air like a gong, though they didn’t tell you much of anything. Hanahaki? You’d never heard of that before. Was it a rare cold? Something like cancer? The questions burned on the edge of your tongue, but Anko beat you to the punch.

She smirked again, plopping down on the rolly chair backwards, arms crossed over the backrest in challenge. “The cure’s gettin’ laid.”

A chill coursed through your body, starting at the edge of your scalp and racing down your spine with a sickening force. Faintly, you registered Shizune smacking Anko’s head and a roared shout of protest, but you hardly paid attention to them.

Getting laid. The words echoed through your brain in dizzying, resounding clarity. What would Kakashi think?

Another cough rattled through your chest, and you hacked a fresh wave of petals into your palm. Dully, you noted some of them were blue now, too. Just great.

Blinking, you realized Shizune had approached you, a pointed expression sharpening her features. “What were you just thinking about?”

“The blue petals…” What did that have to do with anything?

“No. Before you started coughing.”

What had you been thinking about? “I… I don’t remember.” What was it? What had it been? “You told me… about getting laid… and then…” Suddenly, it hit you, and you felt the dizziness return. “That Kakashi’s going to be so upset. He’s been telling me to go to the doctor for ages now.” Another weak cough.

Anko aha-ed, pointing at you excitedly. “That’s it! You have to lay Kakashi!”

“What?”

If a chill had wracked through your body before, then a bolt of lightning raced through you now, a white-hot terror that couldn’t be tamed by the rational whisper of your mind that Anko didn’t know shit.

Carefully, Shizune intervened with the placating air of a diplomat, all soothing words and kind expressions, though a few sharp glares were sent Anko’s way.

“Let’s step back a few paces, alright? Hanahaki is a really rare disease. Incredibly rare, in fact. So rare that they don’t teach it in schools. But every once in a blue moon, a case crops up.”

“So I’m doomed?”

At your droll tone, a small glare was directed at you, and if you hadn’t been so stressed and worried, you actually may have smiled at the friendship the pair of you had formed. But it wasn’t the time for any of that.

“Actually, that’s up to you.” Despite her words, you could tell there was something bothering her about the upcoming explanation. “Hanahaki is caused by falling in love with someone and believing it to be unrequited.” Kakashi. “The cure is to confess your feelings to that person.”

No. God, no!

This couldn’t be happening. No, it couldn’t be. Your love for Kakashi was a secret, private indulgence. It was a fantasy of a better life, one you’d never let yourself even attempt to claim in real life. Kakashi was Kakashi! He was clever and attractive and funny and, despite how closed off he was to the world, he was loved by so many people. Popular wasn’t the right word, not in the traditional sense, but he was well known and moderately well liked. And that was more than enough for you to know that you didn’t have a chance. He was focusing on his degree and hadn’t so much as considered going on a date in years! No, you couldn’t tell him.

“And what if I don’t confess?”

Shizune narrowed her eyes, arms crossing over her chest in a telltale display of irritation. She’d been expecting you to ask that.

“You die.”

The answer hit you like a wrecking ball, splattering your heart against the pavement. Death? To give up your hopes? Your dreams? All the work you’d put into college? Just because you didn’t want to ruin the deep friendship you’d built with Kakashi? Was it worth it?

Your head and heart warred, reason against fear, logic against shame. What would be the right choice?

Glancing between Shizune and Anko, you asked the last question that weighed on your tongue like a vat of ant infested honey, sticky and unwelcome. “What if he doesn’t return my feelings?”

At that, Anko’s smirk fell, and she rubbed the back of her neck, gaze suddenly unable to meet your own. “Then, you die.”

For a moment, silence echoed through the room. It snaked around your heart and clung to your skin like burning oil—hot and uncomfortable. But then, you really thought about it.

There were two ways for you to die. Either you told Kakashi and died with the memory of him rejecting you and the knowledge of his guilty conscience, or you died merely knowing he didn’t love you, personal and without drawing any more unwanted attention to yourself or your situation. Telling him was a chance to live, but it wasn’t really much of a chance. You weren’t enough. You already knew that he didn’t love you. So, that was that, then. Nothing else to be done.

With a nod, you hopped from the table, legs barely feeling strong enough to hold your aching heart up. “Okay, then. I think… I think I’m gonna head home.”

With an iron grip, Shizune’s hand clamped around your wrist. “You aren’t telling him, are you?”

You knew she meant well. You knew that neither she nor any of your other friends wanted to see you die. But, really, you didn’t have many options here, and the last thing you wanted was for Kakashi to have a guilty conscience. It was the only way.

With raised brows, you sent her a pointed look. “Doctor-patient confidentiality.”

Shizune glared. Anko grunted.

“You can’t be fucking serious. You’d die for this dunce?”

Anger flared hot in your chest as you stared Anko down. “He’s not a dunce! He’s an incredibly smart, kind guy, and there’s no way I’m letting this weigh on his heart—” Abruptly, your fervor gave way to a desperate round of coughing. Hands clamped around your mouth, you hacked and hacked up the seemingly endless stream of hydrangea petals. Your throat burned and your eyes stung with tears, but you held your resolve, only looking up at the girls with forced confidence once the petals had disappeared into a trash can.

Shizune’s expression had softened by then. Her fear and frustration, the fire in her eyes, had faded into something warm. An understanding worry. The concern of a close friend. Someone who, if only faintly, understood the logic you’d thrust at Anko.

“My professor can get you excused from classes for the next week. You should go get some rest. There’s no way to know when…”

No way to know when I’ll die.

That, you had to admit, was unsettling. But still, your resolve stayed strong. Despite Anko’s irritated shouts. Despite the clinic staff tittering around you as you walked away. Despite the deep ache in your chest. You’d stay strong for Kakashi.

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Locking the door to your apartment, you thanked your good fortune—not for the first time—that you didn’t have any roommates. The last thing you wanted was to answer questions, to explain.

Regardless of whatever fancy name they wanted to give the disease, it still felt like a cold. So, after dumping your backpack onto the empty space by the couch, you began shuffling through your kitchen. No rogue soup cans, but a few packets of instant raman. You could work with that.

Raman and toast for your simultaneously starving and roiling stomach. Water, so much water. A trash can for the petals. Pillows and blankets piled on the couch. A random show you didn’t mind sleeping through clicked on the television. Yeah, you could start with that.

After the overwhelming ordeal in the clinic, you ate dinner and promptly fell asleep, only waking a few times in the night to hack petals over the edge of the couch before rolling over again.

You dreamed of Kakashi. His smile. His laugh. The way he held you when the two of you danced at prom. Surprisingly, he was much better than anyone would’ve expected, his gangly, too-long limbs controlled by a meticulous amount of grace.

Before that, you dreamed of building the mini bridge with him for your Intro to Drafting class in high school. Kakashi was determined to make the strongest one yet. You’d almost taken a finger off with the nail gun, though, and he’d spent at least half the build week worriedly fussing over you.

You dreamed about the pure, excited look on his face when you surprised him with a puppy for his birthday. Of course, you’d colluded with his father, who was more than willing to have another furball padding around the house. Kakashi had literally jumped for joy after opening the box with the pug in it. The little thing had raced around his ankles, barking and nipping as Kakashi cheered. Barely a moment later, he’d tackled you into a hug, and the two of you collided against the living room rug. You’d been assaulted from both ends—the pug licked at your face and neck and arms, anywhere it could reach, while Kakashi nuzzled against you with an anaconda’s grip, whispering how incredible you were.

Waking from that dream had resulted in the worst round of coughing yet. Bursting fistful after fistful of pink, purple, and blue petals spilled and fluttered from your lips. The pollen made you sneeze in between rounds of coughing, and your eyes were red and stinging before you’d even attempted to find breakfast.

Shizune didn’t know when you would die, but the ache in your heart told you it would be sooner rather than later.

Your second day of coughing petals drug on dully. In bouts of clarity, you worked away on your term paper for something to do. When the hazy fog of sickness became too thick for you to focus, you shuffled under the blankets on your couch, gaze halfheartedly glued to the television.

As promised, you didn’t hear from Kakashi. Part of you ached to call him, ached for his comfort, but you resisted. His exam really was important. Even more important was your urge to keep the knowledge of your terminal illness to yourself. Kakashi had more than enough on his plate without worrying about you. It would be hard enough for him to grieve when you finally did die—at least, a selfish part of you liked to think so. Prolonging the experience, telling him prematurely, could only hurt him more by dragging out the pain, the grief, the guilt. Even without knowing he was the cause of your unfortunate case of flower-shop-lungs, Kakashi would still place the onus on himself to care for you. A valiant effort but a foolish one all the same.

His compassion could only kill you faster.

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Lungs weren’t meant to have flowers growing in them. By the end of the second night, the true reality of that statement made itself known.

You grew warm, sweat soaking through your shirt where it pressed against the couch. Despite that, your body trembled with chills. A fever.

An infection, your mind roared. Because of the roots and leaves and petals scraping my lungs to bits.

The coughing intensified, too. Great hacks shook your body so intensely that they left your sides feeling tender. Your chest ached. Your throat felt swollen. The coughing burned.

The petals were coming as full flowers now. Occasionally, they even came in small bunches, a little bunch of hydrangea flowers attached by a stem.

The floral smell in your apartment grew sickly, though you could barely smell it through your stopped up nose. When you breathed just the right way, occasionally you caught the sharp aroma of fresh plants, but then it was buried again under another round of insistent coughs.

Lungs weren’t meant to have flowers growing in them. And the flowers wanted out.

Far earlier than you’d ever admit, you fell into a fitful sleep on your couch for the second night in a row.

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Waking up wasn’t quite how you imagined it would be.

If the last day was any indication of your future mornings, you anticipated waking up slowly, groggily, only to burst into a weak coughing fit before the drowsiness of sleep completely dissipated.

But that was far more relaxed than the universe was willing to gift you.

At a quarter past ten, your doorknob jiggled, and your door burst open with an earth-shattering bang. The sound jolted you from your feverish sleep, and you sat up in an instant, blanket pulled against your chest, heart beating up your throat.

After all the fuss at the clinic, would I really die by home invasion?

No, no you wouldn’t. Because standing in the doorway was a very concerned, very disheveled Kakashi.

The sleeves of his hoodie were rolled up his forearms, and one of the knots of his sneakers was just beginning to fall out. He huffed in your doorway, panting as though he’d been running, with pink cheeks and the most concerned expression you’d ever seen shadowing his eyes.

For a moment, he just stared at you, right hand splayed against the door while his left hand ran jerkily through his hair. He was panting hard.

“Kakashi—?” Your voice was weak, but it snapped him into attention all the same. His spine straightened, his brows furrowed, and he shut the door with a marginally more quiet bang.

“Would you like to explain to me why I just had to learn from Iruka of all fucking people that my best friend has Hanahaki disease?”

Fuck. This was not supposed to happen.

“How—” —did this happen? —did you find out? —did Iruka know? Your mind whirled like a hurricane before landing on one solid point of clarity: the clinic staff. Those gossipy bastards.

Of course, the first case of a strange—non contagious!—disease on campus, and they blab to the entire student body. Great, just great!

But now you had more pressing matters to contend with. Kakashi knew, but how much?

The fear and guilt hit you like a freight train, even as Kakashi moved with slow, tense steps toward the couch. What did he know?

“Is it true?” he asked, scrutinizing you with every step. “You’re really sick? Coughing up petals?”

A guilty bob of your head was all you could manage, gaze trained warily on Kakashi.

“And you didn’t think to call me?”

Very rarely had you ever heard Kakashi upset. He was as aloof a kid as they come, and he only blossomed into an even more aloof young adult. Sure, he was fun-loving, funny, and even carefree at times, but he was a master of hiding any negative emotions that he possessed, even from you. Yet here, in your messy apartment, as you sat staring at him from your ugly, scrounged up couch, you could feel the emotion radiating off of him in waves. Betrayal.

It crackled through the air around you, leaving behind something thick and heavy, like rain before a summer storm. The hurt in his eyes nearly stole the breath from your lungs—not that you had much to steal anyway.

But it was enough. With wheezing, labored gasps, you coughed into your palm, allowing the leaves and petals to tumble past your trembling lips with abandon.

When you looked up again, a fistful of petals in hand, his expression had shifted from hurt to worry. It was still hard and defensive, but he’d moved closer, delicate hands outstretched uncertainly.

“Your test,” you croaked weakly. “I didn’t want you worried during—” Another little cough. Another little ache blooming in your chest.

Kakashi’s face softened before your eyes. Betrayed worry morphed into tender concern, and he took the few steps necessary to close the distance between you.

Slowly, gently, he kneeled, catching your non-occupied hand with his own.

“The test was nothing. Really. Could have done it in my sleep.” And that dazzling, half-smile spread across his features, warm and inviting and comforting. For a moment, the breath was stolen from your lungs, but this time, it wasn’t the petals’ fault. It was Kakashi’s.

“What’s important is that you’re taken care of right now.”

The stubborn fool, helping your health decline even more rapidly. Your only solace was that he couldn’t know the truth; Anko and Shizune hadn’t revealed that portion of your medical issues. At least, if they had, it couldn’t have worked its way to Kakashi yet. If he knew he was killing you, then he definitely would’ve been more hesitant to come into your home.

Small miracles, I guess. He doesn’t realize this is his fault.

A gentle squeeze of your hand pulled you from your thoughts, and you felt a thumb idly swiping over the back of your palm. Kakashi was still looking at you with that unbearably tender look on his face. All softness and compassion and care. Your heart melted, slipping between your ribs and pooling in your stomach in a big puddle of goo.

“You can count on me, remember?” His voice was so soft, so gentle, so safe. “We’re a team. And I’d never let my teammate down.”

Your throat squeezed, and you weren’t sure whether the lump was emotion or petals.

Kakashi had always tried so hard to be there for you. Whenever you needed someone, he’d always been the person you could depend on. He took care of you when you were sick. He walked you home just to make sure you’d be safe. He let you steal his scarf in the winter whenever you were too cold. He held you and shoveled ice cream down your throat when your first boyfriend broke your heart. He skipped out on a gaming tournament just so there would be someone standing there for you at your art competition. Safe, supportive, dependable Kakashi.

The boy who killed you with every fleeting false hope that your mind could imagine. The boy who wouldn’t let you die alone.

Tears burned in the corners of your eyes before you sucked in a harsh breath, strength crumbling. Petals tumbled over the edge of the couch and stained your floor with pink and purple splotches as you fell forward, allowing him to pull you into his arms.

“It… it’s so scary,” you mumbled, hiccupping into his chest.

“It’s okay.” His arms held you tightly, cheek pressed against the top of your head. “I’m here now.”

If he minded the force with which your body shook as you cried into his hoodie, Kakashi didn’t say. He simply held you in a tight, reassuring embrace, mumbling kind words into your temple.

He was here. Just for you.

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Kakashi was a mother hen incarnate.

First, he weasled some breakfast into you. Then, he shuffled you into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and very insistently thrust a toothbrush into your hand.

Ordinarily, you might have been embarrassed at the level of disarray you and your house were currently in. However, your sides were sore, your mind was addled by fever, and petals were still coming out of places that petals should never come out of. Simply put, your body was too far-gone to convince you to care about looking unattractive in front of Kakashi.

You were dying of unrequited love. Clearly the ship of impressing Kakashi had long-since sailed.

So, you let him feed you and clean you up. You let him take a bag of petals out to the curb. You let him bundle you with blankets and stuff you with useless cold medicine that made your eyes droop with fatigue.

By the time early evening hit, you were already exhausted. The day had been notably worse than the previous ones, and whether it was from the natural progression of the disease—if you could even call it natural—or Kakashi’s presence, you couldn’t be sure. Either way, you were barely keeping it together on the couch, so when Kakashi offered to help you back to bed, you readily agreed.

When you wobbled down the hall, he placed a supportive hand on your arm. Every inch, every thought, was toward your recovery. What a sweet, useless concept.

Despite the fact that your sheets weren’t clean, and your room wasn’t tidy, you were all too keen to invite Kakashi into bed beside you. So, after meticulously tucking you in with an alarming amount of care and precision, Kakashi stretched himself out next to you.

The pillow made his hair stick out at even odder angles, and the hoodie bunched around him so much that he looked like a tall, lanky marshmallow, but he was still the same, handsome Kakashi you’d been crushing on for ages.

You wondered what he’d do without you. Who he’d find to help him organize the mess of research papers he often referenced. Who he’d let steal his portion of ice cream when the friend group scrounged up enough money to go to a nice restaurant with those fancy, ice-cream-coated brownie desserts.

You wondered if he’d say something when you died; if he’d feel obligated to get up and speak despite never being one for public speaking. It was a morbid thought, one you desperately wanted to shun into the corners of your mind to overlook until it was forgotten, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t help worrying when he meant something to you. The last thing you wanted was to bring him pain, and that tended to come hand-in-hand with grieving.

Curling on your side, you traced Kakashi’s outline in the partial darkness of your bedroom. He was stretched across the bed on his back, lounging in a way that had to make up for his chronically poor posture.

He studied you across the sheets, as though you were a problem he couldn’t quite figure out. “Are you in pain?”

“A little.”

“Painkillers?”

“Won’t help,” you finished for him.

Yet, he wouldn’t be deterred.

“Something’s bothering you,” he pressed. “You’ve been stressed all day. Is it your term paper?”

“I’m dying.”

The silence reverberated through the room like a plucked harp string. Deep, foreboding, and isolating.

Then, a rustle. Kakashi turned in your bed, looking at you with wide, frightened eyes. “What?”

“This… this disease… it doesn’t get better.” Another weak cough punctuated your sentence, and a few more petals fluttered haphazardly toward the trash can.

“There has to be a way—!”

The desperation in his voice physically hurt your body, but you answered with clinical sterileness, too afraid your emotions would betray you otherwise. Part of you wished you hadn’t told him, but a deeper, more selfish part of you didn’t want to be alone with the knowledge of what was coming. “Unfortunately, no.”

His eyes clamped shut, rolling onto his back yet again. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Fuck.” If only Anko were here to understand the irony.

Idly, you wondered how many other things he didn’t know about Hanahaki disease. As messy and emotional and complicated as the disease was, your resolve settled quickly. You didn’t want to find out. Whatever he didn’t know, whatever secrets of Hanahaki he was yet to understand, you’d take the secrets to the grave.

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Whether Kakashi stayed in bed with you the whole night or moved to the couch, you weren’t certain. Every time you woke up in a hacking fit, he seemed to be by your side. First, a glass of water pushed into your hand; next, emptying the trash bin; again, rubbing the curve of your spine as you hacked and cried over the burn of saliva and blood dripping down your throat; finally, offering you another dose of fever reducing medication, as though it would help when nothing else would.

But when you woke that morning, your fourth day of coughing up petals, Kakashi wasn’t by your side. In fact, you didn’t even hear him puttering through the apartment.

Maybe he left you, your mind whispered. Maybe he decided to spend the day with someone else.

Lies; even you knew the words to be so. After Kakashi had been nothing but caring and attentive despite the obvious trouble your illness brought, there was no way he had abandoned you now. More likely, eight a.m. was too early for him to be up, and he’d crashed on the couch.

Slowly, you rose from the heap of blankets he’d draped over you only to quickly debate whether or not to shower again. Breakfast or shower? Breakfast or shower?

A low grumble from your stomach answered the question for you, and you quietly began the path toward your kitchen, hoping your rustling wouldn’t be enough to wake Kakashi.

But he wasn’t asleep.

He was standing in your living room, gaze tracing the pictures hanging in your collage frame. They were memories you had cherished when you filled the frame, and although some of them were a bit dated, you still loved them. Pictures of your parents at the holidays. Your friends from college celebrating Glo Nite, cheeks streaked with UV paint and wrists wrapped in glow sticks. Kakashi holding a birthday cake for you to blow out, several of your friends leaning into the frame as they sang (loudly and very off-key). You and Kurenai making pasta, caught mid-laugh. A silhouette shot of you, Kakashi, and Gai jumping on a boardwalk. Another from that night where the three of you are laughing under the neon lights of the ferris wheel, waiting for your turn to get on.

Warmth flooded your chest at the memories. Each one made you particularly fond of your friends, but the one of Kakashi holding your birthday cake out to you—a cake he had personally baked and then iced in a shaky scrawl—with both of your faces bathed in the golden candle glow, drew a special type of happiness from your heart. He’d tried so hard for you, and you’d been so happy, so overjoyed, that he’d not only taken the time away from his crazy busy exam schedule to be there, but also took the time to bake for you, too.

A sniffle drew you from your nostalgia.

Kakashi was crying, arms curled up near his chest in a self-soothing gesture. Your heart shattered.

This just wouldn’t do. Not when you were quickly scaling the ladder of death right in front of him. You had to do something!

Slowly, you moved beside him, resting your head on his shoulder in what you hoped was a comforting gesture. “That’s my favorite.” You pointed to the picture with the cake. “It was such a good day.”

Kakashi muffled a sob, trembling under your cheek even as you wrapped your arms around his abdomen in a half-hug.

“I don’t want you to go.”

Something sharp constricted around your heart. You were running out of time. “I know,” you said tenderly. Maybe if you comforted him purely platonically, the universe would take pity on you. “I wish I didn’t have to go. I don’t want you to be sad, Kakashi, please.” You rocked him back and forth with the words in an attempt to imbue a little lightheartedness on the situation, “I love you so much. I don’t want you to be hurting.”

He went rigid beside you before whirling in your arms, smothering you in a hug that almost knocked you off balance. “I love you, too.” The words came out choked on a sob. “You’re my best friend. Please—”

An eerie chill wracked through your body. It was quickly replaced by a gut-churning hot flash that you knew all too well would lead to nothing good. You pushed Kakashi away as you turned toward the sofa. Sweat slicked along your chest, and you felt drool pool in your mouth as you darted for the trash can, slamming your shin into the coffee table and toppling to the ground on the way. The best you could take was a shallow breath before globs of mucus and petals and stems and leaves and roots came pouring out of your mouth at a pace that made you choke and gag as your eyes watered.

Obviously, the whole ordeal was so sexy that Kakashi couldn’t possibly stay away.

After a brief pause, in which he stared at you, white-faced and alarmed, he slowly worked his way across the room, eventually coming to kneel beside you, outstretched hand frozen in his lap as though he couldn’t decide whether or not to touch you.

Maybe this was the end. Maybe you wouldn’t have to find a way to look Kakashi in the eye again after this. You gagged on another stem. God, how mortifying.

As quickly as the bout of sickness had occurred, it faded, and you gasped when your airway was once again free enough to breathe.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Beyond giving you the much needed oxygen, it also served to abate your growing anxiety… But only slightly.

Kakashi continued to stare at you, brow furrowed, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “Are you okay?” he murmured, gaze searching and hand still outstretched somewhere between I-want-to-touch-you and Dare-I-get-closer. It made you love him even more.

You tensed, but, this time, the pain didn’t come. The thought of him—of loving him—didn’t make your chest ache or your lungs overflow with petals. With another deep breath, you realized your lungs didn’t rattle with overgrown leaves, and your heart wasn’t constricted with roots. Every airway felt clear—or as clear as your sinuses could feel after choking and crying for ten minutes straight. Things were different now. You were better now.

Through watery eyes, you looked up at Kakashi again. His expression was still panicked, searching, and you could’ve laughed at the hidden implication of what this all meant. That, after everything, he was only admitting what he felt for you when you had snot-slicked lips and a basket of regurgitated petals between you.

“(Y/n)?” His voice guided you through the fog of your thoughts like a lighthouse. It was a beacon in the darkness that you gladly latched onto. “Are you okay? Do I need to take you back to the clinic?”

“Kakashi—” You cleared your throat uncomfortably, voice tight with inflammation and phlegm and emotion. “What did you mean when you said you loved me?”

His eyes widened almost comically, and he jerked away from you, flushing to the tips of his ears. The statement was enough to leave him stuttering for a few moments before his brows furrowed and he turned back to you urgently. “That doesn’t matter. We… I should take you back to the clinic.”

His worried expression made warmth bloom in your chest, and you couldn’t keep the soft smile from your face. “I’m okay.” The words were nearly whispered, soft and warm and sweet, but they did little to reassure Kakashi.

“No.” He shook his head firmly, hair flying with the force. “No, that was bad. That was a lot. Maybe they can give you medicine to slow down—” He fell silent, choked on fear at the assumption you were still dying.

Again, your heart bloomed. Melodramatic fool. You hadn’t seen him this worried about anything since the campus cheerleaders had “stolen” his dog to be an honorary cheerleader for the big basketball game. But here he was looking at you as though you were something precious about to be ripped from his grasp.

“Kakashi,” your voice was still warm and soft. His eyes found their way back to you, gaze searching. “Hanahaki is caused by unrequited love.” The admission left him stunned, but you continued. “It’s cured by finding out the feelings aren’t one-sided.” He was still looking at you, drinking in every word, every twitch. He didn’t have to look very hard to see the happy tears shining in your eyes. “So,” another breath, shaky and warm, “what did you mean when you said you loved me?”

Finally, fucking finally, he closed the distance between you, brushing a hand up your arm and resting it against your shoulder. His cheeks were colored pink, and he gulped, gaze bobbing off to the side before finding you again. Voice hoarse, he whispered as though it were a secret for only you to hear. “I think you know the answer to that.”

And you did. Because there was no longer a rattle in your chest, and even though you felt like you were on the upswing recovery from the Worst Flu In ExistenceTM, Kakashi still looked at you like you were a galaxy he was trying to memorize, like you were the center of the universe. It made you ache in a way that was not at all unpleasant, and you found the hand that wasn’t shoring your shoulder to entwine your fingers with his own.

“What are you thinking?” he whispered quietly, searching for a bit of clarity in your drying eyes.

You smiled, so genuine and open that Kakashi’s worried exterior melted into something soft and sweet and incredibly fond, and you laughed with a voice that was far too raspy to comfortably speak, but you spoke anyway with words just as warm and delighted as you felt. “We’re idiots.”

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And idiots you were. Shizune confirmed that after Kakashi insisted you take a trip back to the campus clinic just in case. It was embarrassing at first, especially with the pointed I-told-you-so look that Shizune couldn’t quite wipe from her face. But Kakashi was there, and you were alive, and to the three of you, that’s really all that mattered.

Of course, it wasn’t quite that easy. Shizune still had to run a few tests on you. She had to consult her professor—an actual doctor. She had to share the fact that the Hanahaki case was back.

But Kakashi stayed. He held your hand while a flock of premed students poked and prodded at you. He ignored their incessant chatter at “not realizing he had a good thing sooner,” though that stopped pretty quickly when you “accidentally” bit the hand that was poking around in your mouth.

He said things to make you laugh when the flock fled the room a few minutes later. Each look he gave you was a little softer, a little sweeter, as both of you settled into the space that was open, unrestricted young love. It was something warm and soft like sunbathing on a Spring day, and you were grateful for anything that didn’t feel like flowers suffocating you from the inside out.

He never let go of your hand, even as he led you toward the exit after a very pleased all-clear from Shizune.

And, adorably enough, he flushed an impossible shade of pink when Anko congratulated the both of you for getting laid on the way out.

That’s a story you’d share with him later.

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A/N: Two fics in two days? I'm on fire!

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succikko-spicy · 7 months

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Naruto Kinktober 2023: Day Four

Prompts: Gokage Summit Orgy + Standing up + Flirting + Lingerie

Pairing: Mei x Tsunade x A ( + Background Baki x Darui, Asuma x Kurenai x Shizune, Gai x Kakashi) Content: Threesome / Oral sex / Anal sex / Orgy

Three hot Hokage hookup during the diplomatic orgy. Danzo and Ohnoki are forbidden from fucking. Danzo is looking at a picture of his dead dearly beloved (Hiruzen).

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[Image ID: A preview of a digital drawing, Mei, Tsunade and A are engaging in a threesome. A is holding up Tsunade by her thighs. She is holding his arm and has her other arm reaching back to caress his hair. Mei is on her knees in front of them between Tsunade's legs? Tsunade has her eyes closed, enjoying herself, biting her lips. She's wearing a purple lingerie set with black thigh highs. In the background is the rest of the orgy. On the other side is Ohnoki sitting in an armchairs, he looks mad while eating cake. Tsunade's tits are censored with a red heart. /.End ID]

#naruto kinktober 2023 #tsunade senju #mei terumi #tsunamei #fourth raikage #tsunade x mei #tsunade x a #raikage x tsunade #a x tsunade x mei #naruto smut #naruto nsft #naruto #naruto shippuden

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rainbowfey · 7 months

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Day 2: Family, Friends, Loved Ones

Genma swirled around in a swift motion, almost slashing Raidou with the knife he was holding. Raidou barely dodged him and threw his hands in the air. “I surrender!”, he said, laughing at Genma’s horrified expression. Before he could even blink, Genma had already dropped the knife and nearly tackled him.

“I’m so sorry,” he gasped while checking Raidou’s chest for cuts.

Raidou grabbed his hands and smiled at him. “No worries, you missed me. How’s the preparation going?”

With a relieved sigh, Genma let go of him and turned to face the kitchen isle on their left. When his gaze fell on the cutting board, his expression soured. “Who would have thought that potatoes are so hard to peel?”

This seemed to remind him of something and he started searching the floor for the potato that had flown through the air only a second before Genma nearly stabbed Raidou while trying to catch it. Raidou smiled to himself and knelt down where the fugitive potato was hiding under the kitchen isle. When he presented the culprit to Genma on his open palm, Genma gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks,” he sighed, took the potato and rinsed it in the sink to get rid of any potential contamination. “I wish I hadn’t volunteered for making potato salad.”

Raidou grinned and stepped next to him. Softly, he pushed Genma aside. “I’ll do it,” he said indulgently. Genma resisted for only one second, before he smiled in relief.

“You’re my hero,” he said and gave Raidou another peck on the cheek. “While you tackle the potato salad, I’ll start the yakitori.”

But before he could even move a muscle, a piercing sound made them both jump. Genma stared at Raidou wide-eyed before he slowly said, “Really, Raidou? That’s the new bell you chose?”

Raidou’s ears still rang and he flashed Genma a sheepish smile. “Guilty. I’ll get it.”

Genma’s quiet laugh followed him while he scurried to the door, intensely hoping that the person outside wouldn’t ring the bell again. He tore open the door so suddenly that the person behind it stumbled backwards in surprise, almost knocking over the other two people behind them.

“Whoa, slow there,” Gai hollered while trying to regain balance of the giant bowl in his hands. Only Aoba’s quick reaction kept the bowl from falling. Ebisu fixed his glasses with an unfazed gesture, but his shaky hand betrayed him.

Raidou apologized and invited them in with a welcoming smile. All three of them removed their shoes and followed him inside.

While Ebisu and Aoba stopped to admire the two gigantic baskets and the three colorful blankets laying on a living room table, Gai marched straight into the kitchen where Genma still bustled about.

“So, who’s ready to celebrate the start of autumn?” Gai roared. “Looks like you haven’t even started, champ!” While Raidou couldn’t make out Genma’s answer, he still heard the laugh in his voice when he gave Gai a sassy reply. He turned to Ebisu and Aoba, eyeing the bowls and bags in their hands curiously.

“Do you want to put those into the basket?” he asked. “You might need a free hand.”

And while Ebisu followed suit, Aoba grinned at him. “Let me guess … you need our help carrying all this stuff?”

“Guilty,” Raidou replied for the second time this day.

Raidou and Aoba were the last to arrive at the park. They had almost been halfway there when Genma realized that they had forgotten the drinks at home – and because Raidou had never been able to say no to Genma’s puppy eyes, he and Aoba had returned home to get the drinks. Now, they each carried more bottles than one could reasonably carry but somehow, the prospect of seeing Genma’s face lighting up made it possible.

When they finally reached the spot where their friends had settled down, Raidou was surprised to see that two guests were still missing. Genma, Gai and Ebisu had done a good job in the meantime though. They had shoved aside the red and brown leaves and piled them up around the small clearing. Between the piles they had spread the three blankets, the two giant picnic baskets set up on each side. While Ebisu and Gai were piling up more leaves, Genma knelt on the blanket and worked on setting up the picnic itself, a concentrated look on his face.

“We’re back,” Aoba called out to him and Genma looked up at them. He broke into a big smile and Raidou’s belly started tingling when Genma’s gaze fell on him.

“This is the second time you’re saving the day, Raidou,” Genma said softly. “Thank you, guys!”

He motioned for them to put down the bottles next to the feast and Raidou and Aoba did as he asked. “Weren’t Shizune and your sister supposed to come as well?” Aoba asked while they carefully positioned the bottles so they wouldn’t fall over.

Raidou nodded. A sudden gust of wind made his hair stand on end and he gave the sky a suspicious look. Grey clouds formed on the horizon, threatening to veil the sun. “They’ll show up at some point,” he replied to Aoba. “It’s not rare for Yukiko to arrive a bit late.”

Aoba grinned at him. “Little sisters, huh? Always putting on a show. But Shizune is not the type to be late, is she?”

Raidou paused and thought about it before slowly shaking his head. “You’re right,” he said pensively. But then his gaze fell on Genma who was now carefully arranging several bowls with salads and other dishes and he shrugged.

As if he felt Raidou’s glance, Genma looked up and smiled. “Picnic’s ready,” he called out.

Behind him, Raidou heard an excited squeal and Gai stormed past them just to flop down on the picnic blanket next to Genma. Ebisu followed gracefully behind and Raidou had to hurry to snatch the spot on Genma’s other side. While the others sat down, he secretly took Genma’s hand and squeezed it lovingly. “This looks wonderful. You’ve outdone yourself, Genma,” he whispered to him and his face turned warm when Genma gave him a tender smile.

And just in that moment, the first droplet of rain hit the back of his neck. Raidou flinched when the ice-cold water touched his skin. “Oh no,” he muttered and when he turned his face to the sky, the gray clouds were almost directly above him.

“What’s the matter?” Gai asked and followed his gaze. He gave the sky a defiant stare. “Oh, come on, Raidou. A little bit of rain won’t hurt us!”

At this point, all of them had paused and gave the gray clouds critical looks. Genma scrunched up his nose. “It won’t hurt us but I don’t think rainwater works as an ingredient for most of these dishes.”

Gai made a dismissive gesture. “It surely won’t rain,” he said confidently.

As if to prove him wrong in the most dramatic way possible, the gray clouds turned even darker – and with another gust of wind, it started pouring. In a small chaos, all of them struggled to their feet.

“Save the food,” Genma called out and Raidou and he started covering the dishes with whatever they could grab.

“You shouldn’t have said that, Gai,” Ebisu scolded him.

Aoba’s call was almost drowned out by the sound of the rain but after a second, Raidou’s brain registered what he had yelled. His head shot up and he stared into the direction Aoba pointed at. And Aoba was right, at the entrance of the park, two figures had appeared.

“Yukiko?” Raidou asked incredulously when he spotted the familiar grin of his little sister from behind a big, long object. “And … Shizune?”

Genma paused and the others also froze while the rain kept on getting worse. It took Raidou longer than he cared to admit to recognize the bulky objects the two women were carrying.

Yukiko’s grin was bigger than the sun when they finally arrived at their spot. “Care for some rain protection?” she said with a smirk, handing him the enormous umbrella that she had carried. Shizune carried an even bigger specimen and started setting it up without wasting time to greet anyone. And while Raidou, Genma and their friends still sat there baffled, Shizune and Yukiko singlehandedly set up the big umbrellas.

It was Genma who broke the silence. He looked down at the now saved picnic and then back up at Raidou. And with an ever-brightening smile he said, “I’m sorry, Raidou, but … I think, Shizune and Yukiko are the real heroes of the day!”

@flufftober

#flufftober 2023 #day 2 #naruto #genma x raidou #namiashi raidou #genma shiranui #maito gai #ebisu #aoba yamashiro #shizune #fluff #picnic #autumn #fall vibes #writing #fanfic

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aloha lise! i've been following you for years and i realize we somehow always end up in the same fandoms or i enjoy most of the stuff you "promote" on your tumblr! so because of your impeccable taste, i would like to ask if you have any recommendations for books and shows?

(i very much enjoyed mcu (mostly loki and stoki thanks to you HAHA), mdzs, cql, tgcf, svsss, lymond chronicles, doctrine of labyrinth...many of the same fandoms that you are in and i got to know and like many of them thanks to you!)

hello and thank you! I certainly have well-defined tastes at the very least. I have fun and that's what matters

as far as recommendations go...oh lord anon, I read...a lot, and watch somewhat less but have still watched a lot of things, and mostly the things I do fandom for are a smaller subset of the things I like. so I almost don't know where to start with this? I guess right off the bat I'm presently rewatching The X-Files which I'm very much enjoying, and if you haven't Kinnporsched yet you might give it a try. outside of that...I wrote a recs list a long time ago that was basically "my personal 'essential fantasy/scifi' list" and favorite books/favorite books of the decade posts. You can also check my #book recs tag or my #book starter kits tag.

if you haven't read The Silmarillion I'll throw The Silmarillion on here too even though it has next to nothing in common with the other things on the list you gave. I recently finished reading the Green Bone Saga by Jane Fonda and definitely recommend that. if you hang around this blog on a regular basis I've started doing monthly reading recaps going over everything I read in the prior month and a snapshot of my thoughts on it, so there might be some recs in there for you, too.

if you enjoyed MXTX's works I will recommend trying out some other danmei, of which there are...very many. I'm a big fan of 2HA or Husky and his White Cat Shizun, which is...being published officially, though slowly, and unfortunately never had a complete alternate (human) translation online. I'm really enjoying QJJ which is basically a historical epic of war and political intrigue in the classical style that happens to have gay main characters.

I'm reading LHJC and have been enjoying it but the translation has gone quiet for a while and is incomplete. :(

this is all fiction and also reading material...I read a lot of nonfiction as well. I do watch things once in a while but really I'm very bad at it. several things on my list that I'm sure I'll enjoy when I eventually get to them but just. haven't yet. of course right now I am forgetting everything I have ever watched in my entire life. Princess Mononoke and The Last Unicorn are foundational movies that shaped my personality. Le Chevalier d'Eon is the weirdest anime nobody else I know has ever seen. I've really enjoyed what I've seen of Kingdom and My Country: The New Age but haven't yet finished either.

lord, what other shows/movies have I even watched

#conversating #anonymous #book recs #sometimes i read things #i hope this is even remotely helpful anon

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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A new personality.

the lovely @skykashi has asked me for some KakaShizu for this event, which I was all to happy to comply with. <3 I wish I could give you the long Enemies to Lovers fic with them that you want, but I dont have the time for that, tho I hope you enjoy this shorter version of that.

Kakashi x Shizune

2167 words.

The worst thing about returning to Konoha was not the amount of work or having to be at the whims of elders again, or the work in the hospital, the worst thing about it, for Shizune at least, was Hatake Kakashi. And no, not because he was lazy or badly mannered or late or didn’t do his missions reliably or was rude to others, no, Shizune’s problem with Kakashi was that he wasn’t any of these things. Well, except for chronically being late.

When they had been kids, Shizune had not understood her female classmates, Rin especially, whom she had gotten along with extraordinarily well as they had both been from families with healer traditions. What did they all like about this Hatake kid so much? Before the White Fang had passed, Kakashi was too confident at best and arrogant at worst, but after his father’s death he was nothing but dismissive and cruel, even to his closest friends.

Time and time again Shizune had to watch Gai approach Kakashi and get shut down only to watch Asuma try, Rin try, even Obito without much success. It seemed like Kakashi valued nothing and nobody, at least nothing but his missions and their success. He wasn’t a boy to be having a crush on, she thought. Rin’s intelligence and calm demeanour and smart, quick ways of picking things up seemed so far out of his league, that Shizune was actively rooting against them.

Sure, he softened up a little after Obito had died, a pain their whole class felt to the core, but Shizune had left with Tsunade soon after that and so never really seen much of his development from that point. Everything she heard afterwards was just stories. Rin’s death, the Hokage’s death, the Copy-nin reputation, that he’d become ANBU squad captain. Soon people on the road asked them “The village from which the copy-nin is from?” when they said that they were from Konoha.

She could not stand those questions. She was so far away from Kakashi and still everyone asked Shizune about him. Still people raved and admired him. Didn’t they know he was nothing but a terrible asshole? Hadn’t they exchanged more than five sentences with him? It should be so obvious to everyone with any taste and any eyes, but apparently the majority of people didn’t have either of that.

The shock was accordingly high for her when she returned to the village after over ten years of absence and was greeted by Kakashi like an old friend. The twinkle in his visible eye and the smile on his face almost seemed wrong to her. His questions about her travels, his genuine admiration for her healing skills and acquired knowledge - it was wrong. Just so, so wrong. That was not the Kakashi she had known. He must have been exchanged for a different model somewhere along the way.

At first the reaction was allergic. Like a cat, all her hairs would pull up when Kakashi was in her area and she would try to bolt when he came too close. She didn’t know how to deal with this grown up version of her childhood enemy and she kinda resented him for having turned out to be so well mannered and kind in the time she was away. Shizune reverted back to teenage age and sulked at having been wrong about him. Had Rin known this all along? Had Rin seen something she herself hadn’t?

She stayed away from him when she could, which wasn’t too hard, as the shortage of Jounin in the village kept Kakashi away more than he might have wanted. Shizune watched from the sidelines as the Copy-nin got more and more unhappy with even Tsunade as a new Hokage. How he started talking back against her order not to return to his team of young students. How he eventually decided to ignore her order and go completely against it. The Kakashi she had known would have never done that. That night she was laying awake thinking about how angry his face had been. In her absence he had grown so much that she could barely keep up.

Though times slowed down again, she never really tried to be close to this version of Kakashi. Shizune kept her healthy distance. Kept busy with work or training Sakura and tried to ignore how it warmed the ice in her heart when she saw the girl interact with Kakashi. He was a good teacher, he was a good friend now too, Gai always said so, but she had been determined not to like him and even though he never showed any signs of still being the arrogant person he used to be, she was determined not to have been wrong.

Maybe it was her biggest flaw. Maybe it was something she had inherited from Tsunade. This determination to win a fight that the other party didn’t even know she was fighting. Kakashi greeted her when he saw her, he didn’t mind the small talk, he didn’t avoid her either and wherever she met him, he smiled.

He would become Hokage, Shizune knew that, behind the scenes people were pointing at him and whispering. He was a big deal, a handsome man, a strong shinobi and as such Shizune was expected to help him with his work, at least at the beginning of the transition. In the months leading up to the destruction of the village Tsunade talked about it constantly. She had never really wanted to be hokage in the first place and didn’t mind being replaced as soon as Kakashi was willing, which, as far as Shizune could tell, was not so soon.

One evening she found herself next to him sipping sake, while he was only drinking water. “I don’t think I would be a very good leader, “Kakashi said unprompted and made her sit up to look into his uncovered eye. “But if I were to become Hokage I hope I can count on your support, Shizune, as I don’t think there would be a better advisor out there.” Shizune could read in his face that he was serious. His cheek was red from the warmth of the place and he looked good. She nodded so quickly that she almost hurt her neck. If he asked her for help, who was she to say no to that?

The war separated both of them for several weeks. Kakashi was a good fighter and Shizune was a good healer, they were needed on different ends of the conflict. She thought of him, more than she wanted to admit, and every news coming in from the front just made it worse. Obito was back, Madara was back, Tsunade was defeated, but Kakash was still standing. To her own surprise she trusted him to fix the situation. She knew he could do it, where she got that conviction from she did not know.

Their first meeting after the war was awkward. Kakashi came into the hokage office on the day that Tsunade was out. He sat at the desk that would soon be his and called for her. Shizune walked in and though it was the first time she saw him sitting there, she knew that it was a fitting place for him to be. “Kakashi-sama”, she addressed him, testing the waters of the new honorific, testing if it would make her feel disgusted to address him so formally and to her surprise it didn't feel weird at all, especially not when Kakashi’s cheeks flushed.

“Don’t say that Shizune, please, we’ve known each other for ages,” he said and waved with his hand. She almost replied “Do we?” because she didn’t feel like she’d known him for ages. She felt like she had just met him three years ago, as if the version she’d known as a child was a completely different person. If she could go back in time and tell her younger self that one day she’d respect and even, possibly, admire Hatake Kakashi, her younger self might have punched her in the guts. For good reason too.

Gradually, she could feel her old resentments melt away under Kakashi’s ever burning sun. The transition period went over without a hitch, and though Kakashi could not cure his chronic lateness, he did his work diligently and calmly. He had ideas for the village after the war, had goals to keep the peace and there was never a moment in which he didn’t try to work towards them. Every step of the way he would pull Shizune in, ask for advice, listen to her opinions and didn’t spare in thank you-s and praises. Not even Tsunade had been so nice to her.

Why was he constantly on her mind? Shizune wondered that one evening again, all alone in her tiny apartment in one of the many rebuilt apartment complexes. She couldn’t reasonably argue anymore that it was because she disliked him so much when in reality she got along with him so well. She also had long since buried her quest to find out who the “real” Kakashi under the kind image was, because as it turned out, he was just a kind person. She changed in the time she was away from Konoha and he changed without ever leaving. Why had this been so hard to realise?

One morning she entered the hokage office to find Kakashi already there. He had his head on his arms on the desk and was sleeping. There was paperwork all around him, he must have pulled an all nighter to get all his work finished. Carefully, she walked over to wake him up, but hesitated when she saw his sleeping face. Shizune had never seen Kakashi this relaxed before, his headband had fallen off his face and his hair was laying down in silver streaks over his eyes. She’d known he was handsome, she wasn’t blind, but she’d noticed as much as now.

She physically held herself back from touching his hair in amazement at how beautiful it looked and instead moved forward to shake him just lightly. Kakashi opened his eyes slowly and blinked. “Shizune”, he said with a smile in his eyes. “I’m sorry you had to find me this way, I must have fallen asleep.” He took her hand that was still on his shoulder softly away so that he could sit up. Shizune felt the skin touch like a burn and felt the loss when it stopped.

“I- I didn’t mind, Kakashi-sama”, she said, stepping back and bowing way too deeply, which made him laugh.

“Don’t call me that, Shizune, please,” he reiterated and shook himself awake. Picking up his headband he went with his free hand through his hair and put it back into position. Shizune followed each movement with bated breath. Being able to see his transformation from the calm, sleepy personality to the hokage was magical. She could feel her heartbeat speed up in her chest.

Hating Kakashi had been so easy for Shizune, falling in love with him was much worse. She was now not different to all her school friends that she used to make fun of. All these times she had made fun of Rin and now she was exactly the same. She was in equal measures ashamed and elated. Kakashi was a good person, he was friendly and kind, he made loving him so easy too. She wasn’t sure how good she was at hiding it when she was around him and her fingers were sweaty and her cheeks flushed, but she tried her best to be professional.

Maybe Kakashi was a perceptive person and noticed her sudden change in his presence, but he too started spending more time with her. Sometimes he called her into his office just to spend a lunch break with him. He was always smiling that way that made his eyes light up and she wondered how wonderful his real smile must look like and if Rin had ever seen what was beneath the mask. His attention to her just deepend her feelings, if she wanted or not.

“Shizune,” he said one day, “Would you like to meet me for dinner later?” His eyes turned to her, who had just sorted papers next to his date. She almost dropped the pile.

“Dinner?” she said and there was his smile again that made her knees weaker than they should be.

He put his fingers together: “Dinner, yes.”

“Like a date?” It was weird to say that out loud, but she needed to know.

Kakashi laughed. “Yes, something like that.”

“O-Of course, I’d love to.” She replied so fast that she almost choked on her own spit and again Kakashi smiled in this way that made his face light up.

When she returned to her sorting, her heart beating loud and her cheeks flushed red, she thought that maybe Hatake Kakashi was after all the best thing about returning to Konoha.

#fanfiction things #nisi turns 30 #hatake kakashi #shizune #kakashizu #kakashi x shizune #this is the 7th story i finish #its currently the 6th of august #my brothers birthday hey

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year

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Pre-Birthday Routine

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@kkgweek

Birds chirped outside, alerting Gai to a beautiful new day.

A day which he would love to spend outside doing morning laps around the village, or partaking in a challenge against his Eternal Rival. With a bright, warm sun that shone down on Konoha, welcoming a brand new day.

The final day of the year.

Instead of being outside enjoying the warm sun on his skin, though, Gai was stuck in bed. With Doctor’s and nurses checking in on him every hour, ensuring that he was staying put.

“I’m bored,” he complained as Shizune sat at his side looking over his X-rays. “When will I be allowed out to enjoy myself again?”

“We’re just waiting on a wheelchair to be made for you,” she assured him, holding up a hand to silence him when he tried to respond. “And no, walking on your hands is not an acceptable alternative. Even you get tired at times, Gai. A wheelchair will be beneficial.”

He knew that.

Every nurse he’d spoken to explained it to him, assuring him that he would get used to it in time. The problem was, he didn’t want to get used to it.

He wanted to be able to walk just as he had before the war.

He longed for the freedom to hop out of bed without the risk of injuring himself simply by applying weight onto his damaged leg.

The moment Gai had decided to open the eighth gate to try and put an end to the war, he’d welcomed death. Accepted that he would never be able to open his eyes again. That he’d never have an opportunity to see his friends smiling or his students cheering.

He’d even accepted that he’d never be able to see Kakashi again.

If it meant saving the world, he was more than happy to die.

What he hadn’t expected, was to be saved.

To be offered a second chance at life, but with restrictions.

“The wheelchair is due to be finished in just a few days,” reaching out, Shizune laid a hand over his knee. “I know this is hard, Gai. Change always is and I’ve seen more than enough people struggle with big changes due to a battle gone wrong, but you’re alive.”

Alive.

That was right.

He was alive. Able to breathe in the fresh air and stare up at the sun hanging over Konoha, greeting on a brand new day.

A day that was meant for celebration.

“Here, I brought you something,” retracting her hand, Shizune reached down to her side and picked up a small bag that was sitting beside her chair. “Emi-san threw in a few extras and said that she’s expecting to see you in person soon.”

Gai couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t even need to peer inside the bag to know what was waiting for him. Emi-san was the delightful woman who ran the Dango shop that he frequented, and it was a tradition of hers to add a few extra sticks of dango to his order on his birthday. Not even a war or Gai being confined to the hospital could stop her from keeping with that tradition, it seemed.

Though, today wasn’t his birthday. It was December 31st, a day early. This year was special, though. Even if he healed at record speed he would still be confined to bed tomorrow. Unable to go out and join the lineup that formed outside of her little shop every year on January first.

A line-up that he usually stood at the front of.

“Thank you, Shizune,” he smiled as he reached out to take the bag from her. “I will enjoy every bite that I take.”

Placing a hand over her mouth, Shizune giggled. “Well, make sure to save one,” she insisted with a playful wink. “I know for certain that someone will be popping by today for a visit.”

“A visitor?” had someone spoken to her about today? Lee and Tenten would not have bothered to inform her of such plans, and they had already visited him as soon as the doctors allowed them into the room. There was a small statue of Ningame sitting on the window ledge to attest to that fact.

A gift that both of them had pooled in together for, according to Tenten.

“You shouldn’t act so surprised, Gai,” Shizune stood up from the chair and smiled down at him. “You know that he’d never miss your birthday. Not even a mission could keep him away.”

A warmth blossomed in Gai’s chest. Familiar and comforting, it was the same feeling he got whenever he spent time with the man in question. A feeling that he had chased for years, wishing for nothing more than to be a comfort to his friend. Someone that he could rely on when the world was crumbling around him.

“You’re more than that,” Kakashi had laughed the day Gai had gathered up the courage to tell him how he felt. “You’re my Eternal Rival, Gai. The reason I’m still here at all.”

Gai still wasn’t quite sure when his feelings had changed. At that moment his heart had decided that Kakashi was someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Whom he could imagine a future with, side by side with the world. All he knew for certain was that one day he looked at Kakashi and everything was different, and he’d been so happy to hear that Kakashi felt the same.

“Stay out of trouble,” Shizune turned her back to him and made her way toward the door. “I don’t want to hear about any more broken hospital beds.”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

“Yes it was,” she stopped at the door. “Oh, Hello.”

“Hello,” A familiar voice floated through the air. Just as calm as it always was. “Is it safe?”

“It’s safe,” Shizune confirmed with a smile. “Have fun.”

Gai watched as she stepped out of the room, continuing on her way towards the next job while another figure stepped into view. With a bag hanging from one hand, and a cheerful smile greeting Gai, Hatake Kakashi entered the room.

“Happy Birthday,” He began, just as he did every year when he’d show up at Gai’s bedroom window with an entire day free to spend with him. “Sorry, I’m late. Naruto caught me on the way over and wanted to chat.”

“Predictable,” Gai shook his head and chuckled. No matter what was going on in the world, Kakashi would always be late. Whether it was because he’d spent a little too much time in front of the memorial stone, or because his students wanted to catch up at the most inconvenient times.

Some things just never changed, and Gai was alright with that.

The world might be on the path to a better future, but Hatake Kakashi would always stay the same. A comforting constant in Gai’s life.

“It’s not my birthday, though,” he reminded Kakashi, pointing at the calendar that hung on the wall beside his bed. “It’s December 31st.”

Kakashi simply sighed and stepped into the room. “And what do we do every year on December thirty-first?”

A smile tugged at Gai’s lips as he thought back to all of the previous years. All of the December 31st’s that he’d spent with Kakashi at his side, celebrating his birthday a day early with his best friend.

They would get dango together at Emi-san’s shop, have two or three competitions throughout the day, and just relax and enjoy a nice peaceful day together. With no missions to pull them away from each other suddenly, and their schedules cleared of any other obligations that they might have had.

A day just for the two of them.

“I brought some games,” Kakashi held the bag up in front of himself. “I wasn’t sure which ones we would enjoy, but the shopkeeper was kind enough to provide me with a few suggestions, and even threw in a nice card game when he found out I was bringing it here.”

Gai stared at him, confusion etched on his face.

“Why-”

“You can’t be serious,” Kakashi chuckled. “You’re a hero Gai. Perhaps not to the same level as Naruto, who everyone is fawning over, but still. People are thankful for your role in the war. For your…sacrifice.”

Gai had heard that word before.

Sacrifice.

Lee had said it with tears in his eyes after the doctor had filled Gai in on the damage his leg had sustained.

Tenten had muttered it under her breath, a sadness in her voice.

Everyone who had visited him since he’d woken up had said it at one point or another. Most of them with kindness and cheer. They’d made it clear that they were thankful that the price for Gai’s choice had been smaller than it should have been, and they had thanked him for putting the needs of the world over everything else.

Including his own life.

None of those instances hurt quite as much as this moment.

Hearing the heartbreak in Kakashi’s voice.

Seeing the pained look in his eyes as he stared back at him.

It was clear to Gai that while others celebrated his survival, Kakashi was stuck in the past. Even now, with Gai laying in a hospital bed in front of him, alive and well, he was terrified that he’d disappear at any moment.

That the firey chakra Gai had unleashed inside of himself might escape the seal Naruto put over his heart, and burn him from the inside out.

Something inside of Kakashi had shattered when Gai chose to sacrifice him in a last-ditch attempt to save the world.

A feeling that Gai knew all too well.

One he’d lived with for years, weighing down on his heart a little bit more every year on the anniversary of his father’s death.

“Kakashi-”

Giving his head a shake, Kakashi slapped a smile onto his face. “Never mind,” he insisted as he took a step forward and claimed the seat that Shizune had been occupying just a few minutes before. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” Gai insisted. “I thought I was saving the world.”

“You tried,” placing the bag down on the table at the side of Gai’s bed, he sighed. “You couldn’t have known what was going to happen, and it almost worked. One more hit and who knows, you might have won.”

“I might have,” his left hand reached out toward Kakashi and gently cupped his cheek, a smile tugging at his lips when Kakashi leaned into the touch. “Then maybe I would be the hero of the world.”

“Now that would be something,” Kakashi chuckled. “Maito Gai, the greatest Shinobi in the world.”

“Who’s to say it couldn’t still happen?”

Pressing his cheek into Gai’s palm, Kakashi chuckled. “I have games,” he stated, pointing towards the bag sitting off to the side waiting for them to dig in and choose what they wanted to play. “And it’s your birthday, so you get the first choice.”

Gai chuckled at Kakashi’s efforts.

Emotional conversations had never been his Rival’s strong suit. Even a war that had almost cost both of them their lives didn’t seem capable of changing that.

Rubbing his thumb over Kakashi’s cheek, he watched as his eyes slid shut. “And how long do I have your company for today?”

“It’s your birthday,” Kakashi repeated as if Gai had suddenly forgotten what day it was. “The only thing I’ll be doing today is sitting right here, playing games with you.”

Gai blinked. “But, don’t you have responsibilities? Lee and Tenten told me that Tsunade-sama was already planning-”

A finger came up and pressed against his lips, silencing him for just a moment.

“Not today,” Kakashi insisted, his eyes opening once more. “Today is for you.”

Gazing into those soft black eyes, Gai saw his future.

Mornings standing by Kakashi’s side, supporting him through the difficulties of leading an entire village into the future. Afternoons spent racing around the village having competitions and just enjoying life in a way they had never been able to before. Evenings, just the two of them wrapped up in each other's arms welcoming a new day.

No fear.

No regrets.

When Kakashi lowered his finger, Gai took the opportunity to ask one simple question. “Just today?” A warmth bloomed in his chest when Kakashi began laughing.

“Today,” his partner confirmed. “And tomorrow, and the day after.”

‘Forever.’ A promise left unspoke. Lingering between the two men while they sat there staring at each other.

Satisfied with that answer, Gai retracted his hand. “Let’s not waste another precious moment,” he declared. “We have games to play, and I have every intention of winning against you in every single one of them.”

Kakashi’s laughter rang through the air. Light, unrestrained laughter. A treat to Gai’s ears after days of being stuck in a boring hospital room for days with nothing to do.

“Is that a challenge, Rival?” Gai didn’t need to see Kakashi’s mouth to know he was smirking. From the overly pleased look in his eyes to the subtle way his mask moved with the curve of his mouth, there was no doubt in Gai’s mind that he’d struck the right cord to unlock competitive Kakashi.

A side of his partner that so few people could see.

“A challenge that I have every intention of winning,” Gai confirmed. “I feel like the luckiest man alive today, and the most skilled. After all, who else can say they have faced off against a god and won?”

“Naruto and Sasuke,” Kakashi answered, his laughter simmering into a fond chuckle. “Sakura also punched a goddess in the head, and while I didn’t fight I did survive.”

“But I punched a God so hard that he bled,” Gai continued to argue. “I think I’ve more than earned my place as the strongest shinobi in the entire world. Even stronger than the great Hatake Kakashi.”

“Perhaps,” Kakashi agreed. “Though I still have one thing over you.”

Snorting, Gai opened the bag Shizune had given him and plucked a stick of dango from it. “And what is that?”

Snatching the dango out of his hand, Kakashi tugged his mask down with his other hand and bit into the light pink ball at the top. While he chewed on his stolen treat, savouring every bite, Gai sat in his bed glaring at him.

“That was mine,” he grumbled while Kakashi swallowed his food. “Shizune got those for me.”

“Well, maybe if you were the strongest Shinobi in all of the world,” waving the dango in front of Gai’s face, he chuckled when he reached out and snatched it back from him. “You would have been able to stop me from stealing your precious dango.”

Gai huffed. “I could be the strongest Shinobi in the universe and you would still steal my dango from me.”

“Oh? And why do you say that?”

A feeling of pride swelled in Gai’s chest as he thought about all of the ways Kakashi could sneak up on him. The Copy Ninja’s skills in stealth were simply unmatched. Even Gai would never be able to keep track of Kakashi if he wanted to hide.

He didn’t have to tell him that, though. Kakashi knew that his stealth skills excelled above most others.

“Because you’re my rival.” he declared with a proud smile.

“Rival,” Kakashi’s smile softened. “and here I thought I got special privileges because I was your boyfriend.”

Throwing his head back, Gai laughed so hard that tears began to run down his face. “Kakashi,” he reached up and gently wiped away the tears. “Those two words mean the same thing.”

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