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arabella0001 · 3 days ago

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cn: fluff. slow burn. avoidant attachment style. explicit sexual content [nsfw / 18+]. angst & comfort. dirty talk. multiple orgasm, oral (f receiving), blowjob. protected sex. 5k words +

⟡ fandom: naruto | pairing: kakashi x reader

part 1 part 2 part 3

a/n: as i said i’m not the most reliable writer. but FINALLY, this is the last part of @hoohamaru request!! smut time!

“There’s no need to rush. You’ll meet someone someday, someone special. Just be yourself.” - Kushina Uzumaki

Apparently, being with Kakashi is exactly as difficult as he warned you it would be. Just not in the way you imagined.

Though he’s a reserved man, and every vulnerable gesture must stay hidden from the world’s eyes, Kakashi hasn’t stopped surprising you.

First, it was the way that every time you received a message through Shikamaru—whose face always betrayed how little he enjoyed making those trips, though he preferred it to office work—Kakashi would press a dried flower between the pages. Always a different one.

You teased him once.

“You do realize you’re going to run out of flowers in the Hokage garden soon, right?”

There was a flicker of amusement in his gaze before he answered.

“Should I apologize for that?”

Then came the way that, even though he liked to complain about the routine of being Hokage, at least once a week—aside from your days off—he would try to leave the office at the same time as you just to walk you home. Kissing your forehead. Teasing you. Until the two of you were alone enough for him to kiss you properly.

But ever since that night, Kakashi hasn’t kissed you the same way.

And sometimes, it makes you wonder. Maybe he lost the desire he had that night. Maybe it was just a reckless impulse stirred by the alcohol. Though the truth couldn’t be further from that.

Because from Kakashi’s point of view, nothing he’s done since then has felt like enough. There’s something missing. And taking things further with you isn’t even a thought he allows himself. His restraint, however, has its limits—barely held back by how drawn he is to you. Sometimes he wonders if you’re doing it on purpose (you are). Wearing outfits that frame your figure a little too well, aligning your thighs and neckline just right, showing just enough skin to make it impossible not to look—even when he tries not to.

He’s almost like an dolescent, but Kakashi’s even stopped reading his book as often. Too many images of you keep interrupting him. Especially after you tormented him with one particular outfit.

For you, on the other hand, it’s sometimes painful to see no reaction. His gaze—though difficult for him to control (which you don’t know)—seems too respectful. Too friendly. When he greets you with a casual “You look great today” or “That color suits you beautifully,” something aches in your chest.

Today is one of your shared days off, and you decided to plan a small picnic in the Forest of Quietude. You invited him to your place first so you could prepare everything together, since he insisted you shouldn’t do it all alone.

There’s a soft knock on the door. You turn, smiling, and walk over to open it. He’s no longer wearing the Hokage uniform he always hated. His hands are in his pockets, dressed in all-black, the outfit clinging to his toned chest in the way you once confessed you liked best. His gaze shifts subtly to your shorts—green, with small faded flowers.

“Do you want a formal invitation, Kakashi? I already told you. Just come in.” You take his hand and pull him inside, looping your arms around his neck.

“I think you forget how easily startled you are.” His hands land gently on your hips, lowering your gaze.

You mock his words with a half-smile that turns genuine before you add.

“If it’s you scaring me, I think I’ll forgive you.”

Though still embarrassed by your easy affection, he lets out a soft snort before replying, dry and sarcastic as ever.

“I’m honored, then, by your merciful pardon.”

You murmur something amused and half-accusatory before pressing your lips to his, mask and all.

“Shut up.”

He responds, deepening the kiss gently, though the way his hands move over your waist makes it clear this is still a sweet kiss. Nothing more. You smile faintly afterward before turning around, trying not to let the disappointment show again.

He follows you without noticing your quiet struggle and begins slicing food beside you for the picnic.

⸻

Something Kakashi hasn’t said out loud—because he’s still learning how to name his emotions—is how relaxed he feels around you. Your way of being is, without question, the most magnetic thing about you.

He lies back on the blanket stretched across the ground, arms tucked behind his head, and exhales, feeling his muscles finally relax after a long week. You feed him little bites in between. When he opens his uncovered eye, you motion for him to rest in your lap. He moves, letting you gently lift the other side of his mask. You prefer when he doesn’t hide from you.

He watches your lips as you chew on your cheeks, eyes wandering, though not exactly focused on anything. You haven’t started reading yet—a tradition you’ve had since the beginning. Reading to each other from your favorite books.

“Is everything okay?”

You look at him, getting briefly lost in his gaze, your fingers tracing the scar under his eye. You only speak after a pause.

“Yes. Just…”

It annoys you too, how easily he reads you. Just like it annoys him when you do the same.

He lifts his head, facing you now. You let out a long breath, frustrated with yourself.

“I feel like I’m ruining your day off.”

Kakashi gives you a confused look, brow raised at such an inaccurate statement.

“Look…” You groan, biting your lip in frustration. He watches the motion, sensing something underneath. “Sometimes I feel like you’re not…” He braces himself for something harsh. Something that might confirm his worst fear: that he hasn’t done enough. “That you’re not attracted to me.”

His eyes widen, shocked. That was the last thing he ever expected to hear from you. He tilts his head, silently asking you not to hide from him.

“Y/N.” He says your name to ground you, and you meet his gaze with uncertainty. “What do you mean?”

“Since… that night, when we were both a little drunk, I haven’t felt that same intensity from you.”

Kakashi feels heat rise to his cheeks, and you blink, stunned to see him blush. He scratches the back of his head, suddenly awkward, like a teenager.

“That’s far from the truth.”

“What do you mean?”

He swallows, voice quieter now.

“It’s true I haven’t shown it the same way as last time.” A memory flashes behind his eyes—how painfully hard he was for hours that night, unable to do anything while you slept beside him. After a pause, he finds the words.

“I’ve… been restraining myself.”

Your mind fogs. The green of the forest around you seems to blur.

“Restraining?”

When your whisper meets his ears, Kakashi’s gaze drops; and it’s anything but innocent.

“I respect you too much to do to you what I’ve wanted since the day I met you.”

Your throat tightens, cheeks flushing as his eyes travel down your body and then return to your face.

“I’d rather you didn’t hold back anymore.”

Those words hit him harder than you realize. Because you don’t know what you’re asking for. He looks away.

“I’ll try.”

But you’re not innocent either. Your voice comes out soft, slightly breathless.

“Then what did you want to do to me?”

Kakashi senses you’re provoking him. So he lets himself slip. Just a little.

He glances at you once.

The next moment, he’s over you, one hand supporting your back as the other lifts your leg up along his hip. You gasp, mouth parting, eyes wide as he lower himself over you and you swallow his next whisper.

“You’re not very subtle, you know.”

You’re speechless. Your heart drowns out every other sound.

You close your eyes when his masked lips meet yours. When he grips your leg tighter, grounding you to him, the kiss deepens, drawing a soft moan from your lips. Your fingers tremble as you remove his mask and barely have time to respond before he kisses you again, more urgently this time.

You open your mouth, inviting his tongue. Your hand pushes into his silver hair, gripping him tighter. He leans into you fully, and your body arches up to meet him, locking your other leg behind his back.

Kakashi groans. The sound makes your whole body ache and he doesn’t stop kissing you, just moves from your lips to your neck, sucking at your earlobe. His breath is hot. You shiver when he bites, then soothes the spot with his tongue.

You grab his shoulder, eyes clenched shut, hips rolling up instinctively. His hands find your breasts, cupping them softly, then squeezing harder. His fingers pinch your hidden nipples.

Even though he sometimes enjoys the thrill of being seen, he’s too hard already—uncomfortably so. It’s smarter to stop before it goes too far. Feeling him hold back, you grind up against him in protest. He stills you gently, lifting his head to look at your flushed face. He kisses you once more and lowers your leg.

“Kakashi—why—”

He silences you with a kiss to your temple, then pulls you into his lap, cradling you there. One arm supports your back. The other rests at your cheek, thumb stroking gently, eyes locked on yours.

“Later, Y/N. I can’t risk someone seeing us. Seeing… you.”

You bite your lip, still burning all over.

You kiss him once more, then rest your head on his shoulder, holding him tighter. Kakashi can feel your heart pounding.

“I’m sorry. For what I assumed.”

He turns his head slightly, brushing his cheek against yours.

“You couldn’t have known.”

He begins to massage your back, still scanning the area for any watching eyes. You cling tighter to him, burying your face in his neck.

After the picnic went on as usual, although now that look between you two was just… yearning, you decided to go out to eat and later walk around until late.

On your way home, both of you already knew this night wasn’t going to end early.

He was behind you, hands in his pockets, while you turned around shyly, avoiding the truth.

“Do you… want to stay for a glass of wine?”

Kakashi smiled behind his mask, stopping himself from laughing, though his eyes were failing to keep up the serious look, playing along with you. He nodded in approval.

Your hand trembled on the keys, struggling a little to unlock the door before you managed to open it. He took off your coat, along with his, placing them where he knew they belonged, while you hurried into the kitchen to grab two glasses, already feeling his gaze on your back.

Kakashi’s steps were slow, his body trained since childhood—so not only were you easily startled, you also jolted a little when you felt him right behind you as you poured the wine into the glasses. You swallowed hard, your skin breaking into goosebumps when Kakashi brushed your hair gently aside and kissed your neck.

You closed your eyes, leaning into him as his hands slid across your front, resting on your belly. Tilting your head to offer him more space, you pushed your ass back into him, already turned on since earlier today just from the thought of feeling him again. He bit your neck in response, making you hiss. Kakashi’s hands moved in different directions—one to massage your breasts, the other between your thighs, teasing the inner part of your egs.

You parted your lips, focusing on the storm of emotion stirring inside you, while Kakashi kept getting harder and harder, feeling worryingly aroused just from this. He deliberately avoided your needy spot, which made you punish him, pushing your ass harder into his clothed cock. Kakashi’s breath hitched for a moment before it grew heavier, and he spun you around, not giving you a second to breathe before cupping your cheeks and kissing you as fast and as deep as he could.

He swallowed your moans, and you felt yourself growing impatient, trying to move from that spot, otherwise you’d probably break the glasses and head straight for the stairs. He never pulled away from your mouth, not until he signaled with his hands for you to jump so he could grab your legs and slide his palms over your ass. You looked down at him, breathing each other’s air.

“I want you so badly.”

Kakashi’s cock twitched at that, hearing your sultry voice and seeing those big, beautiful eyes eating him alive.

“Not as much as I want you, sweetheart.”

Your mouth curled into a helpless smile at the pet name. A first.

“All I hear are words.”

Your tension didn’t go unnoticed; on the contrary, it only made him more willing to give up any kind of restraint. Even though he could have rushed, Kakashi decided it would be far more interesting to go slow on the stairs toward your bedroom, watching you the entire way, not giving you a single answer. And the look in his eyes was enough to make your heart race harder, sensing danger.

He laid you down slowly, and just by looking at you, he undressed you with his eyes—literally—helping himself with his hands, taking your clothes off piece by piece. Your hands reached for his shirt and he hesitated, but eventually you both undressed at the same time. His hands found your black bra, massaging you slowly and admiring you, squeezing both breasts and bringing them together, his mouth parting in a breath as he looked at them, and you felt yourself squeezing your thighs.

He looked at your needy body, then kissed you, his hands returning to undress you, pulling your pants down slowly and lowering himself with them.

The scene in front of you was something you were sure you’d remember.

The Hokage himself, kneeling between your thighs and burying his face between your legs, leaving soft kisses that made your legs tremble. He placed one hand on your ass for support, holding you steady so he could lift one leg over his shoulder while his mouth kissed your pussy too.

“F-fuck.”

He murmured against you, the vibration hitting your clit directly, and when he looked up, his voice was hoarse.

“Did you wear this by accident?”

Your cheeks burned because yeah, you did pick those matching panties and bra hoping—just maybe. He smirked against your pussy before sucking harder on your clit. His other hand slipped between your thighs too, pulling your panties aside and feeling how wet you were, letting out a pleasured noise.

“Caught you. You’re just a little mix, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t reply.

Not when his long finger circled your entrance, testing your resistance. Of course, there wasn’t any. Your moans were shameless, not giving a damn who might hear you.

Your hands buried in his hair and you started grinding against his face involuntarily—and Kakashi was more than happy to be used like that, slipping his finger deeper and thrusting in slow, firm motions, pressing right where he knew you loved it.

“Mhm.” He paused a moment, pulling your panties completely aside before letting you grind on his mouth again. “Grind on me, sweetheart.”

Kakashi’s voice was muffled by your throbbing pussy. You moved faster, in contradiction with your next words, chasing your release.

“K-Kakashi, stop—I’m gonna c-cum like this!”

As if that would bother him—when that’s exactly what he wanted. He slipped in another finger, moving slowly to ease you into it, but when he heard your cries, he started fucking you rougher, gripping your ass more firmly to keep you in place.

When he looked up at you, ignoring how tightly you were pulling his hair, it was enough to make you scream his name, cumming all over his tongue. Your arousal spilled across his face, and he didn’t stop until he’d swallowed almost everything, turning your body to putty in his hands.

You were breathless, your chest rising and falling violently, and the vulnerable, lust-drunk look on your face was adorable to Kakashi.

A picture he’d also keep in his mind forever.

His smile turned teasing as he guided you toward the bed, but you had other plans.

You grabbed his hands to stop him, and your own hands started undressing his pants.

“I want to make you feel good too, Kakashi.”

He widened his eyes, but you leaned in and kissed him, embarrassed by your boldness. Still, Kakashi was more than eager to kiss you back, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you fumbled to pull down his pants. He groaned when you stroked him through the fabric, already impatient to taste him.

You broke away from his mouth, locking eyes with him as you knelt. Kakashi’s breath quickened, already knowing what you wanted to do.

“Y/N, you don’t need—”

“But I want to.”

He swallowed, nodding as confirmation, watching as you stuck your tongue out, pressing it flat against the underside of his dick. His cock jumped at the contact, and your hands moved to his back and ass, pulling him closer so he couldn’t do anything but accept your worship.

You lifted yourself slightly, kissing him gently above the waistband, making his muscles twitch as you pulled his pants lower.

You were only half surprised. You’d tried not to think about it—but now that you saw it, felt it, his size was more than satisfying. Almost intimidating.

Otherwise, it was beautiful.

You weren’t sure you’d seen one more beautiful than this—veins prominent, tip flushed, the tension of the last hours pulsing under your tongue. The scent was masculine. Addicting. Your mouth opened instinctively, starving.

You looked up at a tense Kakashi, pupils blown wide, hands twitching as if struggling to hold something back. Seeing your anxious, yet hungry eyes, Kakashi stuttered a little before forcing out his words.

“As I said, you don’t have to—”

But Kakashi was cut off when you dragged your tongue along the length of his cock, kissing the head and licking his precum. Kakashi’s knees buckled slightly while he groaned.

You smiled shyly when he twitched against your face, accidentally smearing himself on your lips. Licking them, you leaned in deeper, trying to adjust to his thickness, barely taking in a fourth of it. What helped were Kakashi’s sounds.

He hadn’t expected this to happen so soon. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t imagined it at least once—but always felt guilty afterward. He never thought it’d happen now. Which is why his unfiltered gratitude was so raw.

Kakashi placed a hand in your hair, brushing it from your face to help you, but also because the gesture felt too intimate for something as obscene as getting his dick sucked. Especially by someone who meant so much to him.

His hand cupped your cheek, not once looking away. He saw your eyes darken, staring at him as you started taking more in, widening your mouth for him.

“Mhm—”

He couldn’t stop himself. He was completely losing control, especially when your pace increased, your throat adjusting to take him deeper.

You paused for a breath, stroking him in the meantime.

“I really liked—”

You didn’t let him finish because he was wrong. You didn’t want to stop now.

Your throat started stroking his cock harder, faster, spit dripping from your chin, and Kakashi immediately felt guilty when he gripped your hair back again. That’s when you moaned around him—and Kakashi almost came down your throat right there, his whole body shaking from the vibration. Especially since you were playing with his full balls at the same time.

You started gagging yourself, trying to take all of himand your eyes teared up from the stretch. Kakashi’s grip tried to ease, trying to stop you.

“Y/N—”

He pulled out slowly, even if you chased him, licking his tip and slapping it against your tongue.

Kakashi cursed at the sight. It took everything in him to not lose the fight.

He grabbed your shoulder gently, then your wrist, trying to pull you up. Your head was spinning from the lack of air, your eyes hazy. He wiped your tears with his thumb.

You whispered, brushing your lips against his. Then teasingly pulled away.

“Why’d you stop me? Didn’t you want to cum in my mouth?”

He looked at you for a moment, and then you gasped when he turned you around and bent you over the table. Kakashi’s voice was sultry and low, right against your ear.

“I knew you weren’t as innocent as you look.” He moved his hands over your back, making you shiver before massaging your ass, cupping it gently. “Guess I’m lucky, then.”

He squeezed tighter, caressing again until a soft slap echoed in the room. “Mnhm, yes—” He gave the other cheek the same treatment, but your shaking legs betrayed how much rougher you wanted it. “Oh, f-fuck!”

You moaned at the next slaps—harder now, and more than just one.

“A dirty, beautiful woman indeed.”

“Y-yes?”

You loved more than anything that he spoke during this part. It made your stomach flutter with butterflies, while your body reacted instantly.

“Mhm.”He murmured it as his fingers began stroking your swollen pussy again, the arousal from pleasing him dripping freely between your thighs “Did you really enjoy sucking me that much, darling?”

That was the moment when you cursed yourself too; no coherent thought left in your head anymore. He felt your pussy throb against his fingers, so he took pity on her, rewarding her with two of them, pushing deep.

His other hand came to the front, resting against your throat for support, and you leaned into his back, mouth open from the rush of pleasure. He tilted his head to look at you before pressing his mouth onto yours in a messy, uncoordinated kiss, breath stolen from the rough fingering.

You placed your hand over his, showing him you wanted more pressure on your throat—and he didn’t hesitate. He squeezed instantly, grinding himself against your ass the moment you gasped at the stolen air.

“Please, please! I love it, Kakashi! S-so much—”

Tears formed in your eyes from how cruelly his fingers punished your sweet spot, again and again, and from the lack of air between his hands. Kakashi’s breathing almost matched yours, driven half-mad from the sounds you made.

“Come again for me, Y/N. You’ve been so responsive so far. That praise made your pussy clench around his fingers, hard. “Mhm, that’s it. I know you can.”

Your eyes widened drastically, dragging in a shaky breath while your legs trembled uncontrollably from the second orgasm. He released your throat just in time to catch you against his chest, holding you up as his fingers worked even faster, hitting that spot that made you cry out his name, thanking him in barely coherent whimpers.

Your orgasm spilled over his fingers, and Kakashi kept fingering you through it, coaxing everything out until your trembling body finally slowed.

He didn’t let you rest long.

You felt his slick fingers drag over your lips before pushing them into your mouth, forcing you to accept them. He moved them in and out slowly while watching your ruined face from the side.

Your body nearly collapsed, leaning into his chest, and he turned you around, guiding your legs toward the bed. You’d finally made it there.

“Too tired?”

He asked with a crooked smirk on his face. One you didn’t think you’d see anytime soon. Not because it came from ego, which he didn’t even have, but from the expression on your wrecked face.

He lowered your body slowly onto the mattress, settling himself between your limp legs. But not before pulling out the condom from behind his pants. Even if he teased, he meant it—he’d waited for you to want him, not to push anything you weren’t ready for.

Your voice came out amused, but tired.

“You’re not that innocent either.”

You looked at the condom, which made him blush slightly.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

He had it just in case. Always just in case. He couldn’t risk not having it if the moment ever came so he couldn’t disappoint you.

He leaned over, hiding his face a little in your collarbone, distracting you with kisses that turned into soft bites. You shivered at being marked, and when his big, hot cock began grinding between your thighs, you parted them instinctively.

“Kakashi, please.” He lifted his head to look at you, and you added, breathless, “Please, fuck me. I need you so badly inside me.”

“Damn, Y/N.” Tonight broke down all his walls. Then again, so had the last few months you’d been together. “Anytime. I’d fuck you anytime.”

You trembled beneath him, drawing him further into your embrace. You cupped his cheek, moaning at the sound of his voice.

“Me too, me too—A-anytime you want!”

He groaned, tearing his eyes from yours for just a second, fumbling slightly with the condom from how impatient his hands had become.

And then, you were in ecstasy when Kakashi finally slid inside you.

Both your mouths fell open at once as he struggled not to come immediately, overwhelmed by how tight and warm you felt.

“Relax a little, Y/N.” His plea went unnoticed as your gaze was fixed on his as he pushed deeper. You felt so full, trying not to clench to make it easier for him. You whimpered at the mix of sweetness and pain as he began to move, slowly, sinking deeper. “Y-you feel unbelievable.”

Kakashi didn’t know if he ever wanted to be anywhere else but inside you again. And you weren’t any different, nodding frantically through your cries.

“You too—you too! So big, Kakashi. Please, please—”

He hissed, feeling your pussy squeeze him hard. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer without embarrassing himself; especially not when you made him feel like an animal, with that feral look in his eyes.

He cupped your cheek again while you gave him every ounce of love in your gaze.

Kakashi’s heart pounded and not just from sex. He reached for your head, tangling his fingers in your hair, holding you close to his as he rolled his hips slower now, burying himself deeper.

Your eyes filled with tears from the overwhelming mix of pleasure and the tenderness you felt for the man above you and Kakashi’s gaze fell on it, following its path before he whispered an apology with his mouth, kissing you again with all the feelings he still couldn’t say.

You squeezed the hand beneath his, and he responded with the same intensity, thrusting into you slow and deep. He tried to swallow all your moans, but he couldn’t—not when he could barely breathe from how tight and wet you were.

“Please let go for me, baby. I want it so so much—”

He took your words to heart, easing his guilt about finishing too fast. But in truth, you needed him to come. You felt guilty for making him hold back for so long. And you needed to feel him—even if not fully.

You couldn’t finish one moan before another started, his thrusts hitting your cervix, in and out, until the only thing in your head was his cock.

Kakashi’s moans in your ear were your new favorite sound. He came so much it shocked him—his body collapsed over yours instantly, face nuzzling into your neck. You placed your hand over his head, stroking gently as your legs wrapped around him, locking him inside you in that deeply intimate moment, both of you struggling to catch your breath.

Even after a full minute, Kakashi’s breathing was ragged, like all the shinobi training in the world had failed him. He lifted his head, looked at you. You tilted yours. He moved slowly, still inside you, just enough so that now he was the one resting on top of you.

You didn’t look away from each other. You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that. The back of his hand, and his thumb, began tracing your face, caressing all over. You smiled softly at him, not daring to ruin the moment with words.

Until you did.

“I’ve just fucked the Hokage.”

He chuckled, amused by your nonsense.

Surprisingly, he was the one to speak seriously, clearing his voice, which had dropped several octaves.

“I’m sorry if you thought I didn’t want you just as badly. You didn’t deserve to feel like that.”

Your smile widened. You pressed a finger to his lips playfully.

“Shh. Don’t say silly things. I love that you’re so careful with me.”

He was confused by that. Confused by the feeling of finally being understood without having to explain himself every time. Kakashi leaned in and kissed your temple, making you close your eyes, heat rushing to your cheeks.

He looked down at you again, raising one eyebrow at your expression… One that screamed danger.

“How does the Sharingan work? Can it only be used in combat?”

He furrowed his brow. Your curiosity had struck in the most random moment. Still, he was glad to answer.

“Generally, yes. Why?”

You smirked and Kakashi looked at you a second too long—just before you felt him twitch inside you again. Your brain was something else.

“You pervert.”

He was amused. Annoyed. But amused.

“You tricked me with your little jokes.”

You kissed his cheek and rested your head against his shoulder, murmuring with a dry, sarcastic tone.

“Yeah. Jokes.”

He was totally lost. Didn’t know whether he was the pervert or if you were both freaks in equal measure.

Either way, his fingers started caressing your body again—slow, gentle—already thinking of the future. Now that he had you, he swore he wouldn’t fuck it up. Even if the emotions were still locked inside him, too unfamiliar to let out. But he knew this much. He’d never share this side of himself with anyone else.

Only you.

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skyahri · 1 year ago

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How They Found Out |Naruto Boys X Reader| HC

Part Two Masterlist Ko-fi

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Kakashi Hatake

Summary: How your relationship ended up being revealed.

Warnings: Naruto's is short af because he's an open book. Deal with it. NSFW themes. Mentions of sex and being caught.

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Sasuke Uchiha

You'd been together for about a year at this point. In the beginning, you'd agreed to keep it hush-hush until you'd figured things out.

Before you knew it, it'd been more than six months since your first date, and it was still secret. You enjoyed the privacy of it, but didn't enjoy hiding things from your friends.

So you decided to stop actively keeping it a secret and instead allow things to come out naturally.

But that was six months ago and still no one knew.

Sasuke hated PDA and no one had asked either of you about relationship stuff, so it was still quiet.

That is until today.

You two were victims of Narutos' lack of boundaries and awareness.

It was late at night, about 11pm, you were in Sasuke's apartment.

He was drilling into you, his hands holding down your legs and mouth connected to your neck.

You were too busy enjoying the all encompassing feeling of him fucking you, and he was too busy ravaging you to hear Naruto enter the front door.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swings open. Narutos face very quickly goes from his usual happy-go-lucky to a horrified, dramatic look.

Sasuke is quick to cover you with the sheets before he yells at Naruto to get the Hell out.

Naruto is already way ahead of him, bolting straight out the front door and to God knows where.

After that, it wasn't long before the whole village knew. Honestly, once Gai found out, there was no one who didn't know.

Naruto Uzumaki

Find out? Ha! There is no finding out because he immediately told anyone and everyone the second you agreed to a date.

If he did somehow manage to keep it quiet, it really wouldn't be long until it got out.

Hes just so... excited to be with you.

He likes showing you off like a prize. He likes going on dates and holding your hand and loudly proclaiming that you're his.

You don't mind, of course.

Shikamaru Nara

You two lay around together most days. A while back, you shared a kiss, and it very VERY slowly escalated from there.

It was almost six months before you actually had sex.

Mostly because he'd somehow rationalized kissing was "just something you guys did" and didn't require any extra thought.

The sex was amazing. Slow and passionate, just like you'd expect from the lazy Nara.

And so things continued on like that. A relationship had formed, but it was never something either of you talked about.

You liked his parents and they liked you. You'd help his mom with dinner some nights and played Shogi with Shikaku. They didn't question your relationship either.

Things stayed on the down low for almost eighteen months before someone finally brought up something regarding his romantic life.

"So, Shikamaru, who was your first kiss?" Choji asked one night in the bath house.

The question caught him off guard since he wasn't usually included in these types of conversations. (They mostly assumed he wasn't interested in women, or something like that.)

"Hm? Oh, Y/N."

Cue the silence. Then total chaos.

"What?? When was this?" Kiba asked.

"I don't know... sometime around the solstice last year."

That sparked a lot of questions from his friends, only some of which he'd answered.

The guys relayed all the information to the girls the next day, where they then went and hounded you for answers.

Despite all of your friends knowing about your relationship, nothing changed between you and Shikamaru.

You just stayed... whatever it is you were.

Kakashi Hatake

Gai, Kurenai, and Iruka all had their suspicions about you two but had nothing to back it up. It's been years at this point, yet they still come up empty-handed.

That is, until Kakashi’s students decided they were interested in his love life, and began to poke around.

It's after the war; Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke are fully grown adults, but something is just so tempting about reverting to their youthful days of trying to spy on their sensei.

Kakashi is all for it, partially because he's glad his students are getting along again, and partially because he's grown tired of keeping secrets.

This is something he discusses with you, and as he predicted, you're completely on board.

You gradually make yourself seen with Kakashi over the next week- leaving the Hokage tower with him, getting dinner with him, and even allowing him to walk you to his apartment.

The kids watch all of this happen, but there's no evidence that actually proves anything, just like Gai sensei had told them in the beginning.

So they continue to stalk you two around the village. They're better at it than when they were little, but it's still pretty easy to spot them.

At the end of the week, when you're sure all three of them are watching, Kakashi kisses you in front of your front door.

You watch as they all zip away, surely off to meet up or possibly report back to your friends.

You and Kakashi can only laugh.

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junwhispers · 3 days ago

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Naruto headcanons

✨️You're friends (but falling for each other) and your pet just went missing✨️

Some help from Naruto boys in a difficult situation

Fluff💜

Characters: Kakashi, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Naruto, Gaara, Kiba, Rock Lee

Kakashi

- you couldn't dream of better help in a situation like this

- he fully understands why you're freaking out — he’d be the same

- his calm confidence helps you settle down a little — he promises to do everything in his power to find your pet

- and he's not only one of the best ninjas, he also has a whole ninken pack to help

- he summons them, and the dogs start the search immediately

- he joins you too — not only to help find your pet, but to comfort you and make sure you’re not alone in this difficult time

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Sasuke

- you run into him and a couple of your friends while looking for your pet

- he’s standing in the back as you anxiously explain what happened

- you think he doesn’t really care — he’s not looking at you, face blank, not a word of comfort

- the others offer support; some of them promise to join you later in the evening

- for now, you continue the search alone

- a few hours later, exhausted and defeated, you stop by your house to eat something

- Sasuke is waiting there with your pet — safe and sound, tail wagging, happy to see you

- you can’t believe your eyes and rush over

- Sasuke just stands there with his poker face while you cry from relief and hug your pet

- you throw your arms around his neck, overwhelmed with gratitude

- he mumbles something about not doing anything, awkwardly patting your back

- in a moment of weakness, you kiss his cheek

- he tells you to take better care of your pet and turns to leave

- you don't know his cheeks are burning and he's smiling like an idiot as he walks away

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Gaara

- one word from you and the entire Sunagakure forces are out looking for your pet

- you’re overwhelmed and a little embarrassed, but since it’s about your pet, you’ll deal with your feelings later

- Gaara personally joins the search, using his powers to fly and scan the village

- with that kind of help, the whole area is checked before dinner

- your pet is brought back home by the Kazekage’s personal guard

- you’re deeply touched and rush to Gaara’s office to thank him

- but he’s nowhere to be found

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Shikamaru

- oh boy, what an annoying situation

- he grumbles the entire time he helps you search

- you thank him but say he doesn’t have to help if it’s such a burden

- he stays with you all day anyway

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Kiba

- your problem almost makes him cry

- if Akamaru ever went missing, he’d probably die

- he steps out for a moment to pull himself together — he doesn’t want you to see him like that

- then offers not just his help, but his entire family’s

- before you even realize what’s happening, the whole Inuzuka clan is on your pet’s trail

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Rock Lee

- he’ll turn over every stone in the village if he has to

- he doesn’t just help you search — he’s an incredible source of emotional support

- with him, there’s no room for doubt

- his faith and persistence are enough for both of you

- and he’s ready to search day and night without a break, until you’re reunited with your pet

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Naruto

- he’s that one friend you can call in the middle of the night, crying because your pet is missing

- and he’ll be at your door in five minutes, no questions asked

- ready to help — and make you laugh a little along the way

- he makes you feel like your worry is his worry too

- and you'll work as a team until your pet is found

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tarithenurse · 12 days ago

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Two steps ahead

Fandom: Naruto. Pairing/starring: Hatake Kakashi x fem!reader. Word count: 3851. Content: Pining, hints at angst, use of the nickname Mizu (=water) for reader, fluff, confusion, kissing. A/N: As per usual please like, comment, reblog. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.

Two steps ahead

Kakashi always walked two steps ahead of you when you were travelling on missions. Not because he was in a hurry and you were too slow. He just couldn’t stand being at your side. He excused it by saying he was keeping an eye out for traps and ambushes but you knew better.

What had you done to cause him such offence?

You didn’t know, regardless of how much you wracked your brain nothing came to mind. You were always civil with him, tried to be kind even although you constantly had to dance on the line between normal friendliness and the urge to try for more...because you loved him. Had for a while now. You cursed yourself for falling for a guy who couldn’t even stand facing you.

Pushing down the bitterness, you refocus on your surroundings. You are travelling by road now after the ship has brought you to the coast of the Land of Water, you know there will be scouts abound and your instincts are screaming at you to take on a more subtle approach...but this is a diplomatic mission and any amount of stealth could ruin it.

Although the history of the Land of Water is harrowing, the fifth Mizukage has been working tirelessly to improve the nation and their aid during the Fourth Shinobi war was greatly needed. They were doing what they could to free themselves of a bloody shadow and Tsunade’s philosophy was that showing them kindness now would only heighten the chances of success. You don’t know what Kakashi thinks on the matter, but you tend to agree.

Suddenly Kakashi stops and you can tell that he’s discovered something or someone that you yourself have overlooked while deep in thoughts. Ashamed, you try to figure out what it is.

Your strength is not detecting stealth or even sensing chakras although you have excellent control over you own. No, the reason you have been brought, you suspect, is your affinity for water release techniques, giving you the nickname Mizu.

Mist starts to roll in from the trees on either side of the road. Thick and obscuring it surrounds you and Kakashi. Stretching your conscience out, you feel the water droplets suspended in the air and how they have been manipulated by someone. And you smile.

Tapping into your own chakra, it’s simple to take over control of the mist, ensuring that an area stays clear around you and Kakashi as you allow the droplets to condense into a thin, long dragon that circles the perimeter.

“We come in peace,” Kakashi calls out calmly, almost lazily, “we represent Konohagakure and the Hokage Tsunade.”

The mist begins to dissipate and you allow the dragon to land on the ground, soaking it as it becomes just a puddle of water.

From the trees steps several ninjas, one of them carrying a blade you recognize as once belonging to a missing-nin who had been among the fallen of the war. For a ninja to carry this blade, they must be among the greatest of Kirigakure. But the ninja sheaths the sword and even manages a little bow to Kakashi and a curious glance in your direction.

“Hatake Kakashi,” he says, voice soft, “news of your arrival precedes you and your companion. We shall escort you the rest of the way.”

“Thank you.”

They present themselves, prompting you to offer up your own name to which the sword-carrying ninja smiles before taking up a place to your side while the rest surround the three of you, Kakashi, him, and you.

His name is Tadashi and as you all walk he begins to regale about the area and the wildlife specific to the region. You’re listening, nodding politely along while you try to ignore the nagging feeling that you and Kakashi are outnumbered one to four.

As if thinking the same, Kakashi interrupts when there’s a lull in the monologue: “Are we expecting any resistance on the way?”

Tadashi pauses, looking at the white-haired man. “Not anything specific...there’s even been less trouble since the war.” You arch an eyebrow, eyeing his comrades. “We...” he tries to find an explanation but fails and the mood changes which is further underlined by the odd look he sends Kakashi’s back. Like he’s afraid of him.

Kakashi’s reputation is well known. He was a feared ANBU but he has lost none of his deadly skills since retiring from the service. Quite the opposite, some would say. He was a key player during the war, ensuring a victory at minimal costs. Calm and quiet, he always analyses a situation from all possible angles rather than leaping to a conclusion.

And that’s only part of why you admire him.

Now as for Tadashi and his comrades: they are probably more interested in keeping an eye on Kakashi, regulating what he sees under the guise of protection. You’re certain they will lead you as directly to your destination as possible and even there keep guards to escort the two of you so you can’t carry out anything in your superior’s stead. It is hard to think collaboration will be possible when there is no trust from their side but you keep that to yourself.

The awkward silence lingers for a long time, until evening where the local ninjas find a campsite and light a fire to stay warm and cook a simple meal which only is marginally better than the rations for cold consumption.

And you notice it, the way only some of the ninja are paying attention to the surroundings, choosing to keep an eye on you or rather Kakashi instead. They don’t even try to hide it.

But Kakashi is unbothered, as he rolls out his sleeping roll right next to yours and prepares for a night’s sleep.

“Wake us if anything happens,” he says lightly, signalling for you to get some rest too.

Lying down, you are closer to him than you’ve ever been and you have to turn your back to him to stop yourself from staring at how his eyelashes rest gently, casting shadows on his cheekbone.

Tadashi lies down too on the other side of the fire, the flames reflected in his eyes as they take you in. Assessing.

“The water dragon,” he suddenly says, “who taught you that?”

“I figured it out myself,” you admit.

An arm snakes around your waist, surprising you almost as much as it makes the butterflies in your stomach roar to life when Kakashi pulls you closer.

“Don’t engage,” he whispers for only you to hear.

Settling down with your back against his chest, you close your eyes and manage to forget about Tadashi and the ninja surrounding you. It’s easy considering the soft breathing of Kakashi in your neck and the way his hand is splayed over your stomach, only the blanket of the bedroll in between.

---

When you wake, you’re lying alone and the fire has died down so it’s nothing than a thin trail of smoke. Most of the travel companions are either awake or rubbing sleep out of their eyes like you, allowing for a quiet sense of impatience: the road to Kirigakure is still long and the sooner you get going, the better so you get your few items packed up, next to Kakashi who is mirroring your actions without a word of explanation as to his transgression of professional boundaries the night before.

Maybe he doesn’t think it’s possible to speak freely? Rather than risk anything, you keep quiet and close to him.

For days the journey continues. Mist begins to gather a few days in, growing thicker until it’s only possible to see a few meters ahead – a both daunting and soothing fact as you’re travelling through the mountains and you are certain there must be ravines and gullets and such that remain just out of sight.

Then one day you round a bend of the road and suddenly the mist is gone, leaving you with the stunning view of Kirigakure. The city looks like a collection of cylinders of various dimensions. Glass and stone and rooftop gardens overlooking a valley that stretches on from the city and out towards the south like a great scar through the mountainous country.

“Welcome to our home,” Tadashi announces.

It’s very different from Konoha, you muse as you descend towards the tall buildings. Konoha uses wood but lacking that resource, the people of the Mist have found other solutions.

You are let to an inn near the ruling chambers of the Mist and given time to rest and refresh before a meeting in the evening with the Mizukage and her council.

It’s Tadashi who arranges for rooms, allowing you and Kakashi to take in the space and the few people passing through. It’s obvious you stand out with your Konohan gear but while you do get curious glances there doesn’t seem to be any hostility like you could have expected before the war.

“Here you go,” Tadashi hands over the key to Kakashi. “But I am sure we’ll meet again.”

“I’m certain we will,” Kakashi agrees and motions for you to follow him.

Only when you’re out of earshot of everyone on the way up the stairs does your superior let out a deep breath. You hadn’t realized how tense he’d been but now you see his shoulders lower a smidgen even though...

“We have a small conundrum,” he admits, holding up the key.

One key.

“Oh.”

“I suppose they assume we are a couple after...” he hesitates, something you’ve rarely heard him do, “well, we’ll figure it out. Let’s have a look at the room.”

It’s a few floors up and when you enter you discover it’s spacious with the low bed to the right and an area with a table and cushions to the left. Past the bed is a door that presumably leads to a bathroom. But. One bed. It’s spacious at least, you consider as you walk in and shrug the backpack off your shoulders.

“I can easily –“ you begin.

Meanwhile Kakashi is saying: “You can have –“

Both of you stop to look at the other.

“I’m not making you sleep on the floor,” you quickly decide.

“And I’m not making you do it.”

You don’t know where the nonchalance is coming from that’s making you shrug and stroll towards the bathroom. “Fine. I sleep on the left side.”

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You have no fancy clothes to wear, just the normal mission-wear, making you feel wildly under-dressed next to the Mizukage with her fancy blue dress but for the rest people are wearing their practical clothes and don’t seem to mind that you and Kakashi are too.

Mei Terumi, the fifth kage of Kirigakure, is surrounded by her council and her trusted retainer (a meek looking fellow with glasses) and they all greet you and Kakashi with great sincerity, reminiscing on the shared victory of the war.

Tonight is apparently just an official welcome of the guests from Konohagakure and an agreement to have an open mind during the meeting the next day. That means this “meeting” is brief despite the niceties and you and Kakashi are back in the inn soon where he insists on treating the both of you to dinner.

You don’t know how he does it – slipping the mask up and down as he eats without you catching a glimpse of his face. It’s like he’s timing his intake of food to when you look away or something blocks the line of sight.

He doesn’t say much during dinner apart from praising the food and making sure you eat as much as you can, so it’s up to you to carry the conversation as best you can until you’re both finished and you head upstairs to the conundrum.

Just like earlier, you take turns using the bathroom to get changed and ready for the night. You’re lying straight as a rod on your half of the bed, when Kakashi comes back, pyjama pants slung low on his hips and a simple top that seamlessly transitions into his mask. It’s a tight top, showing off his muscles and making your eyes dart over his body before you can stop yourself.

Creeping under the covers, Kakashi stretches lazily to get comfortable.

“They are curious about you,” he says just as you had closed your eyes to try to sleep.

“Why?”

Looking over, he meets your gaze calmly. For once you can see both eyes because he isn’t wearing the headband that normally blocks for the red eye and the long scar there.

“I suppose Tadashi has told what you did to his mist.” It looks like he smiles when you frown. “One thing is to control preexisting mist...it’s quite something else to overtake the creation of a jutsu of someone else. You did that...even gave it a new shape.”

“I shouldn’t have,” you realize.

“Your skill with the water technique is partially why I requested you for this mission.”

It had never occurred to you that you might have been requested by him and it makes your stomach fill with butterflies that soar uncontrollably until they suddenly realize the use of a specific word: partially.

“What’s the other reason?”

But he doesn’t answer, at least not with words. Instead he reaches over the middle of the bed, pushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. The brush of his fingers against your skin softer than you had imagined.

“Goodnight, Mizu,” he just says before turning away and extinguishing the light.

There you lie, confused and flustered and barely able to stammer out a “goodnight” to him.

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You must have fallen asleep eventually because you come to wrapped in and around something nice and warm. Solid. Blinking in the soft light that comes through the curtains, you move your head to get a better idea what you’re tangled with only to freeze mid movement as everything comes back to you: the trip, the shared bed, Kakashi.

Angling your head, you see his face, partially hidden by his mask. Both eyes are observing you from under heavy eyelids – he too must be just waking up and you can only imagine what he must think of the close proximity.

“Good morning,” he rasps, voice deep with sleep.

“M-morning...”

Pulling away, you instantaneously miss his heat but you figure the sooner you remove yourself from the situation, the better. Shame is burning away at you and you mumble something as you scurry off to the bathroom without waiting to hear his reply.

All morning you feel awkward around him and you’re almost relieved when it’s time to head to the meeting even if it’s probably going to be boring diplomacy about trade agreements.

And it is. Boring. And about trade agreements. You’re fighting to stay alert at Kakashi’s side but you have a hard time focusing on what is being said whereas Kakashi sounds like he’s in his element – calm and on top of all the data. You don’t know how he does it and frankly you wouldn’t have thought he’d find that kind of paperwork and talks interesting but it seems you’ve been wrong.

“I must admit,” Mei smiles, “I’m honoured they send you, Hatake. Rumour has it you’re next in line to become Hokage.”

Silence fills the room and you are suddenly very awake. Sure, there has been speculations among the citizens and ninjas of Konoha as to who might take over when Tsunade decides it’s her time to retire. And yes, you at least have been hoping that Kakashi would be on the short list...but to hear Mei Terumi say it?

“The next Hokage will be chosen when the time comes,” is all Kakashi admits, though.

Some people might note that as not confirming the rumour. You hear it as not denying it but you keep quiet.

Then Mei turns to you. “And you...so gifted with water techniques...”

She moves rapidly, fingers dancing through the air as she infuses the water in the glasses and pitcher on the table, collecting it in a globule that hangs above the sleek wooden surface. Then, with the flick of a wrist, she sends the globule at your head and you have to either act or drow.

Of course you act, it’s not even something you consider – you just do it and a few seconds later the water has morphed into a long and thin dragon that flies back towards Mei, translucent jaws open, claws and teeth like icy daggers.

“Stop.”

It’s spoken softly but the effect is instantaneous on you because it is Kakashi who has uttered the command. The dragon diverts, loops around the Mizukage before returning with a small into the pitcher, becoming water that sloshes a bit over the sides.

You’re on your feet, chair fallen behind you and on the other side of the table several of the ninjas of the mist have risen too, hands in position to use a summoning technique or with kunais in their fists.

But both Kakashi and Mei sit calmly, the latter even smiling. Both signal to their respective allies to sit again and you obey, confused and wary.

“If what you wanted was a demonstration, I’m certain that could have been achieved in a more...friendly manner,” your superior points out chilly.

“Forgive me,” the Mizukage places a hand on her bosom, “no harm meant.” You scowl at the woman, pointedly wringing out the rest of the water from your hair. “You will get your amendments to the deal,” Mei continues, plucking a pen and a seal that her retainer comes rushing with. “If the offer still stands.”

You cannot read Kakashi’s emotions and he only hesitates briefly before nodding. “We shall leave tomorrow, then, with the signed documents.”

---

Kakashi and you have made it back to the room in the inn without exchanging a single word. He hasn’t even glanced at you.

“I am sorry,” you mumble when the door has closed.

“Why?”

You shrug, a bit unsure. “I shouldn’t have shown them what I can do...I guess.”

“You saved your own life. That’s more important.” Turning, he looks you over. “Much more important.”

There’s something in the way he says it that makes you hesitate so he steps before you, hands on your shoulders and bending down a bit to look you in the eye and there’s something there that you never have seen before. Something softly burning.

Then he blinks and turns away and the rest of the day, even during dinner, he doesn’t meet your gaze again.

It isn’t until you’ve both crawled into bed and he’s turned the light off that he speaks to you.

“Dream sweet, Mizu.”

You like the way he uses your nickname. “You too.”

Turning your back to him you settle down to try to sleep. In the morning you’ll be leaving again and you can get home from this mission which, although it technically has been a success, feels like a failure.

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You wake with strong arms around you and the soft breathing of Kakashi behind your ear. Blinking against the morning light filtering through the window, you see you’re far onto his side of the bed but you are afraid to move, fearing it might wake him...and not wanting to loose the heat of his body against your back.

It’s still early so you expect it might be a little while before Kakashi will stir but to your surprise it doesn’t take long before his breathing changes.

“Hmm?” he mumbles against your neck, nuzzling closer rather than push away.

Then he freezes. You know what will come and to spare him the embarrassment, you start to move only for his hold to linger.

“I’m sorry.” It’s quiet, broken almost.

“Don’t be,” you sit up on the edge of the bed.

You can’t face him so you just grab your clothes and head for the bathroom. You don’t want to see his regret.

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Tadashi and his team have led you to the harbour and ensured you got a good cabin on a ship, then they had bid you both farewell.

On the sea journey to the Land of Water, you had shared a cabin with Kakashi too but there had been two bunks in it. This time, as if Tadashi or fate was mocking you, there was only one bed although larger – and you had thought the ordeal of sleeping with Kakashi would end now? Cursing silently, you try to mentally prepare yourself again.

It’s not that you don’t like his nearness...you revel in it and that’s what’s so troublesome because you know it’s something you can never have.

Still, that night you settle down, squished between Kakashi and the wall. Lying in the darkness and feeling the ships gentle rolling, your mind drifts and you react too slowly to him saying your name.

“Hmm?” you manage, realizing he’s trying to get your attention.

You can sense him turning to face you.

“This journey...it’s been an eyeopener for me,” Kakashi begins. “The mission itself went as expected but you...having you with me...”

You don’t dare say a sound. You know it’s been troublesome with the Mist’s interest in your control of water techniques but you had hoped it wasn’t enough to cause a rift in how Kakashi regarded you. Seems you were wrong.

“Being this close to you...” he continues, his hand finding your shoulder in the dark, “has been...dizzying.”

Now you keep quiet out of surprise. This was not the direction you had expected the conversation (or monologue) to go.

“Waking up in the morning and feeling your heat. Mizu, I...I want that every day.”

You know you have to speak but to win yourself some time, you reach for him in the dark, finding his cheek to cup it and realizing it’s not covered by his mask.

“Kakashi...I...” Your heart is beating wildly and you’re certain he must be able to hear it over the creaking of the ship’s wood. “You haven’t minded?”

“Maybe I should have but no. I’ve quite liked it.”

You can feel his cheek move under your palm and you know he’s smiling and a rush of bravery rolls through you. Before you can stop yourself, you move forward, finding his lips with yours in a rushed and clumsy kiss. It’s quick and a bit too hard because you couldn’t gauge the distance right in the dark. But when you pull back, he follows you, chasing your mouth and this time it’s slower, softer, deeper. It steals your breath away and sends your heart on a wild ride through your body until it settles with trying to get through your ribs to be close to Kakashi.

“Thought of this for a very long time,” he mumbles against your swollen lips when you finally part.

“Me too,” you admit.

He pulls you into his arms and this time you allow yourself to relax in his embrace, knowing that even though it will eventually end, it won’t be the last time you get to feel him.

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bttrflybb · 6 months ago

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serendipity ❤︎ variety.

summary: naruto men and some of their favorite little symbols of love you give them.

wc: 1.3k

feat. gaara, yamato, kakashi

a/n: honestly, this whole thing should be classed as a ramble. sorry if it's a bit funky at times ;; just some ideas i wanted to get out hehe

GAARA

gaara loves it when you push his hair up out or his forehead so you can plant a kiss on the kanji carved there. part of him was worried it’d make you uncomfortable- like you’d be put off by the fact that he put it there himself. not once did you show any adverse reaction to the marking, the story, or the meaning. you always accepted gaara. every part of him.

“missed you.” he hummed into the curve of your neck, holding you from behind. he had just gotten home from a drawn-out council meeting. poor boy, dealing with some of those personalities takes so much out of him. “i missed you too, cutiepie.” you always treat him like such a baby. he didn't hate the nickname, it was just so... lovey. sometimes a bit of a shock to hear. he'll admit it grew on him though. he loves whatever you call him- because it's you. “you hungry? ‘s almost done.” you wiggled, trying to escape his grasp so you could stir the veggie medley you had going on the stove. he relented, steps quieting as he disappeared to shed his vest on a rack and reappeared on the other side of the island counter, pulling out a stool to settle into.

you put extra care into making his plate, loading it with some extra meat and rice. not gonna let him get by without some veggies though. you set both your plates on the counter, shuffling around to sit on gaara’s left. he always waits.

you pull the plates towards the two of you and look to gaara with pride. “smells good,” he hums, snaking an arm around your side to pull you into a kiss, “thank you, lovely.” you beam, cupping his cheek to pull him into one too. one on the cheek, and one on the kanji. “thank me by eating your veggies this time.” you tease.

your focus is back on the food before you can notice the blush crawling up his face.

YAMATO

yamato can’t take it when you’ve got your fingers in his hair. he’s like a puppy, in a way. scritches, pets, brushes, all of it has got him instantly relaxing in your arms.

“morning, pretty lady.” you hear your husband rumble. ah, you’d fallen asleep. eyelashes flutter to find him, settling on his smooth, barely clothed figure above you, ruffling his hair with a towel. “mm. how long have you been home?” you murmur, the smell of eucalyptus and mint hitting your nose.

“not long. wanted to shower before i cuddled up to you,” he states, that sultry smooth voice washing over you. he tosses the towel to the side and is quick to get underneath your blanket. observant, this one is. he’s already got all the lights off, doors locked, showered and clean for you. just how you like it. you’re a sensitive sleeper- and a bit of a neat freak, always chewing him out for getting his “outside clothes” in the bed or under a blanket.

“mm. how was today?” you murmured, voice still coated in sleep. you pulled yourself up a tad and spread your legs, coaxing him to lay his head on your chest. “fine, mostly just surveillance.” his voice vibrates into your chest, “kakashi had us swap places though- he hates paperwork. always wants to make me do it.”

you can hear his pout. he hates it too. everyone does. and there is so much of it. “my poor baby,” you purr, pulling him further into an embrace. one hand caresses circles into his back, the other coming to rake through his hair. immediately, he sighs and the process of turning him to mush begins.

“mhmmm.” “yeah? you’re my poor baby?” “mm, sure.” “are you fallin’ asleep already?” “mmmmm… no.” amid your little scalp massage, your nails scratch with just the smallest bit of extra pressure, warranting a tiny cry. “what was that for?” he fusses. “lyin’ to me.” “mm-mm. not sleepin’- just comfortable. missed my wife.” the sudden intimate confession makes your heart skip a beat. “hehe- i missed you too, sweetheart.” your fingers go back to combing through each damp strand, coming down to scritch his sideburns and the nape of his neck. he’s practically purring.

enough time has passed for you to assume he’s knocked out on top of you, and before sleep makes you their next victim- you curl in slightly to leave a kiss on the top of his head, running your thumb over the patch before you lay back down. before you can- hooded inky eyes look up to you expectantly. needy man. another kiss, this time on the forehead. you think you’re cute, teasing him this way. with a huff he’s lifting himself up, hovering over you to give you a short-lived kiss on the lips before he’s setting himself down, this time nestled on your shoulder.

such a pampered man. you don’t mind it. his neediness was something you came so close to losing. with that thought you can’t help but squeeze him closer, resting your cheek on the top of his head.

KAKASHI HATAKE

kakashi loves it when you offer to shave his face for him. when you waddle into the bathroom to brush your teeth, just to be greeted by his foamy face- the way your eyes widen with aggravation is the funniest thing to him.

“why didn’t you ask me?” you pout, setting yourself up on the counter in front of him with a huff. “thought you were gettin’ ready for bed.” he hums smugly, relinquishing the single-blade razor to you as you grip the underside of his chin. “not goin’ to bed without you. ‘s quicker when i do it for you too.” your annoyance quickly fading and being replaced by concentration. so cute, he thinks, watching your brows furrow and lips slightly part while you focus on the left side of his face.

he’s in bliss, letting you tug his jaw, chin, ear, whatever it may be, to get at every angle. getting bitched at and manhandled by your pretty little self while he gets to squeeze at your hips and butt? a dream come true.

he doesn’t want it to end, heart stuttering at the feeling of you shifting beneath his grasp and the sound of the razor getting folded in on itself and set down. ‘nooooo…’ he quietly whines, reaching out for you and making the most pathetic grabby hands. grown ass man, by the way.

“quit fussing,” you giggle a bit- quit, you’re supposed to be mad at him. you grab a small washcloth from the rack of neatly folded towels, turning back to his smug little face watching your every move. so annoying, you roll your eyes. you love his attention.

you beckon him to lean over after wetting the cloth. you wipe his face with warm water so gently- like he’s gonna break underneath your touch. it’s nice. you’re gentle with him. so so gentle. “looks good.” you hum. “always looks good when you do it.” he hums back. “you’ve not even looked.” “don’t gotta. i know you always do good.” so cheeky. you use the hands you have on his face to turn him to the vanity mirror. “see? jus’ like i said. always looks good.”

it really does. kakashi’s looking at himself like he’s the hottest guy he’s ever seen. honestly, he probably is. little twerp. you won’t admit it, but the praise he mumbles while he admires your work is going right to your head.

after you pat the alcohol into his skin and give him a kiss for enduring it like a ‘big, strong man’ you’d coo in the most demeaning tone, you’re finally able to brush your teeth. kakashi is in heaven this entire time, unable to keep his hands off you and definitely unable to keep his eyes off.

the nighttime routine the two of you share is one of the best parts of kakashi’s day. he makes that fact known when he’s sleeping outside during a mission and wailing over the fact that his face feels dirty or dry. bless his teammates. though, it’s less the actual routine and more you being there with him during it all. taking care of him.

before you know it you’re being scooped up in his arms and lightly tossed into the bed. he’s just so full of feelings- feelings for you. others may not have guessed it (they probably have with how much he whines when he's away from you,) but this man is such a sap.

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tsuma-senju · 4 months ago

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Walk with hokage - Kakashi Hatake

Pairing kakashi hatake x reader.fem - Relationship established

Summary You just wanted to have a walk with your boyfriend, but you forgot he's the hokage | m.list

It was supposed to be a simple walk.

You had planned every detail with care. After weeks in which Kakashi could barely leave his office because of his responsibilities as Hokage, you finally managed to convince him to take an afternoon off. A quiet walk around the village, perhaps a snack at his favorite restaurant and, who knows, a moment alone to pretend that the world didn't need him for a few hours.

But, of course, things are never that simple.

You hadn't even walked two blocks when the first person approached.

"Ah, Rokudaime-sama!" An old man stopped, bowing respectfully. "Sorry to bother you, but I needed to thank you for the support the village offered my granddaughter. Thanks to it, she was finally able to open her flower store."

Kakashi, as always, was polite. "I'm glad to hear it," he said, with that calm, gentle tone that only made people like him more.

You forced a patient smile, but when he ended the conversation and you resumed your walk, it wasn't long before the next citizen interrupted.

Two teenage girls suddenly appeared, blushing to the roots of their hair.

"K-Kakashi-sama!" one of them stammered. "Can we have your autograph?" They were practically glowing with excitement, and you, standing next to him, felt your mood sour a little more.

He looked at you briefly, as if asking for silent permission, but before you could reply, he was already writing quietly on the paper.

You crossed your arms and pretended to watch the sky, trying to remind yourself that it wasn't his fault. He was the Hokage, after all. It was only natural that people admired him and wanted a little piece of his time.

But you just wanted a walk as a couple. That's all.

When you finally arrived at the restaurant, the hope of a quiet moment rekindled in your chest. Until the waitress started stuttering as she took your orders, almost knocking over the tray when she realized who was sitting at one of the tables.

You leaned over the table, whispering with a frustrated sigh, "I knew we should have gone undercover."

Kakashi chuckled softly, the eyes visible above the mask narrowing in amusement. "I suggested the cat mask, but you refused."

"Because I wanted to date, not put on a public spectacle," you retorted, and he just held up his hands in surrender.

The snack finally arrived and, for a brief moment, everything seemed calm. You talked about silly things, laughed together, and you even thought the day could still be saved. Until a shinobi from the office burst into the restaurant, looking breathless.

"Rokudaime-sama, sorry to interrupt, but we need your signature on an urgent document."

You couldn't hide the low groan of frustration, resting your forehead on the palm of your hand.

Kakashi sighed, looking as disappointed as you. "Give me five minutes," he said, picking up the scroll. "And please, no more interruptions."

When the shinobi left, you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms. "So, this is a meeting with the Hokage. I should have brought a book to entertain me."

Kakashi laughed again, but the laugh had a hint of guilt. He leaned towards her, his hand meeting hers on the table, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her skin.

"You know I'd rather be here with you, right?" His voice came out lower, almost like a secret.

You tried to stay angry. You really did. But that look, full of softness and a hint of weariness, made you soften.

"You owe me a real walk," you muttered, squeezing his fingers lightly.

"I know," he replied, the mask softening his voice. "And I'll make it up to you, I promise. No interruptions, just you and me."

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kahashii · 1 month ago

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𓂃۶ৎ: 4 Times Kakashi says ' I Love You '

1. In the Morning, you woke up tangled in the sheets, the scent of Kakashi lingering beside you. He was already awake, propped on one elbow, reading.

He leaned down, brushing his forehead against yours. "I love you," he whispered softly, voice rough with sleep. "More than I thought possible. Especially in moments like this."

Feeling your stir, he put the book down and smiled, his mask placed near the bedside table.

"Good morning," he murmured.

You reached for him lazily. "Come back to bed for five more minutes."

He leaned down, brushing his forehead against yours. "I love you," he whispered softly, voice rough with sleep.

2. After a Nightmare

You woke up gasping, tears in your eyes from a horrible dream. Kakashi immediately held you close, rubbing your back.

"It’s okay," he whispered. "I’ve got you. I’m here."

You clung to him tightly.

He kissed the top of your head and whispered into your hair, "I love you. You’re safe with me. Nothing’s going to happen to you, not while I’m breathing."

He rocked you gently until you calmed.

3. Before a Mission

You both stood at the village gates, about to part for separate missions. You tightened his flak vest nervously.

"Be careful..." you said.

He caught your hand and held it to his chest. "I will. But if anything happens..." He paused. "No. I shouldn’t say that. I love you. That’s all I want you to remember. Always."

Then he kissed you.

4. On a stroll.

You were walking together through the market, arms linked. The day was sunny.

You stopped at a dango stand, ordering your favorite. Kakashi pulled down his mask just enough to take a bite of yours.

"Hey!" you laughed. "That was mine."

He gave you a mock-innocent look, leaned closer, and said with a teasing smile, "I love you, so it’s only fair I share your dango."

You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek.

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manjirei · 1 month ago

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤-𝐔𝐩! | h. kakashi

pairing: kakashi hatake x fem!reader (doctor!reader) genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, super tension-filled.. wc: ~6.8k setting: pre-war konoha; team 7 are still genins. medical wing. warnings: slight use of medical jargons a/n: sorry, it's pretty long! i figured i'd get lazy to write a part two, three, etc. after some time (especially since this has been rotting in my drafts as part one), so i decided to just write the whole thing in one go. i haven't written in years, so i apologize if some parts are kinda ass huhu

thanks for reading!

୨୧ — 𝐈

The first time you meet Kakashi, he's not exactly conscious.

Bloodied, broken ribs, chakra system’s a mess. He's wheeled into your medical wing after a botched infiltration mission and dropped onto your table like a puzzle with too many missing pieces.

"He's stable now," a senior medic declares, handing off the chart to you. "Keep him monitored. He'll be under for a while. If he wakes up early... sedate him."

You nod professionally, but your fingers twitch slightly as you review the name on the clipboard.

Kakashi Hatake.

As in, the Copy Ninja Kakashi. The man who led Konoha's Anbu Ops at an age where you were still learning how to suture without shaking.

But all you see right now is a man with deep scarring, blood under his nails.

Is this really the reality of shinobi? Even the strongest ends up this rough.

“I’ll take care of him.”

And you do. I mean it is your job.

୨୧

He wakes up on day three.

Groggy. Grumpy. Mask already back on somehow.

His one visible eye blinks slowly, adjusting to the sterile white light of the recovery ward. "You're not the usual nurse," he rasps.

You glance over your chart, your pen pausing mid-note. "I'm not a nurse." you reply calmly. "I'm your attending. The name's Y/N."

He studies you with a single eye, unreadable. "You're young."

You raise a brow, unmoved. "Well, you're nosy."

He hums, almost like a lazy laugh, fluttering his eyes shut again.

"Touché."

Kakashi shifts slightly against his pillow. Winces. His breath catches. "You know, you shouldn't move too much," you say softly. "Your lung's still healing."

"Doesn't feel like it," he mutters, wincing again.

"It wouldn't. You were barely alive when they brought you in." You pause, then meet his gaze evenly.

"But you will be. Don't worry, you're not going anywhere. I don't lose patients."

That stops him—like something in your words hits deeper than you'd meant it to.

He doesn't deflect with a quip. Doesn't reach for one of his usual dry remarks to ease the weight of the moment.

Instead, his eye just stays on you.

You don't know it yet, but that's the moment it starts.

୨୧

Though, you still think Kakashi is the worst patient.

He's quiet, which would be fine, if he weren't also absurdly stubborn. The kind of stubborn that turns silent defiance into an art form.

On day five, you step into his room after rounds and check up on him.

There he is—lying in bed, one arm lazily draped over his chest. Breathing even. Quiet.

You narrow your eyes.

Too quiet.

"This is a shadow clone, isn't it?" you thought to yourself.

You step closer and reach for his wrist. And as expected, your hand goes through it. The illusion flickers like smoke dispersing, and vanishes.

You blink once. Then twice.

Your eyes track the thin IV tubing, dragging across the floor, still attached to the pole—and still attached to him, limping slowly toward the window like escaping a hospital room is a normal post-op activity.

You drop your clipboard with a loud clack, pushing the curtain aside.

"Kakashi."

He pauses, glancing back like a schoolboy caught sneaking chewing gum, except this one has cracked ribs and an oxygen monitor.

"Doc," he greets, voice too casual.

"Are you serious right now? You know you can't fool me with your shadow clone," you say, shooting a glare at him.

"I heal fast," he offers, like that explains anything.

You glance at the IV line still dangling from his arm. "Is that why you're still dragging your IV bag like a sad little suitcase?"

You sigh, stepping closer. "You have a punctured lung, you're not even fit to climb out of that window yet."

"I've had worse," he mumbles.

"You are literally dripping saline and blood thinner while trying to crawl out of a third-floor window," you add.

He looks at the IV pole. "I was hoping it would detach on its own."

You sigh. Hard.

Then you plant yourself between him and the window, arms crossed, voice steel-edged. "If you don't sit back down right now, I'll inject you with enough sedative to knock out a tailed beast."

He blinks. Once. Then again.

And—he smiles.

"Come on." you say, hand gently gripping his arm. "You'll tear your stitches. Again."

He looks down at your hand, then slowly steps back into the room, one foot at a time. Defeated.

"...You're not like the other doctors," he blurts.

"No," you deadpan, grabbing the IV pole and dragging it back toward the bed. "I'm meaner."

He laughs. An actual chuckle—quiet and short, but it slips out before he can stop it.

You freeze for a second.

Huh.

You didn't know he could laugh like that. And definitely didn't expect you to be the reason.

Kakashi notices the way your expression falters for just a split second.

"I meant that as a compliment," he says as you help him sit back on the bed, reattaching the IV and tugging the sheet over his legs.

"I know," you reply. keeping your voice even. "I'm just debating whether or not to sedate you anyway. You're a flight risk."

"I prefer 'high-risk investment'," he quips.

You smirk despite yourself. "Sounds like something an emotionally unavailable man says when he knows he's charming."

He huffs a quiet breath as he settles back into the pillows. "And you sound like someone who's been burned by one."

You pause, lifting a brow. "Occupational hazard. I meet a lot of shinobi."

There's a beat of silence. Then his eyes crinkle again. "Touché."

You check the IV line with practiced ease, masking the strange flutter under your ribs.

You don't know it yet, but this is the first time he starts looking forward to your visits.

And the first time you start wondering if this recovering shinobi is going to be more trouble than your toughest surgeries.

Maybe he isn't the worst patient after all.

୨୧ — 𝐈𝐈

He starts lingering after he's discharged.

First it's, "Just a follow-up."

Then it's, "I've been having some tightness in my shoulder."

Then, more shamelessly, "You're the only one who doesn't poke me around like I'm a science experiment."

You don't call him out. Yet.

But you notice.

You notice how he always shows up around the same time—just before your shift ends. You'll be wrapping up patient logs or locking cabinets when you hear that familiar shuffle of footsteps in the hall, never rushed. Always like he belongs there.

You notice how he brings a book, but never really reads it. Just holds it open, glancing up every few minutes—tracking where you are in the room, who you're talking to, whether or not you've looked over yet.

You notice how he always seems to time his visits perfectly with your exit.

"Kakashi? Why're you here again?" "Ah, well you see, I think I forgot my.. book around here the other day. Heading out?" "Yeah." "Mind if I walk with you? It's getting pretty dark." "...Sure."

The walks are quiet at first. He's not chatty. Just... present. And not in a suffocating way, either. He listens when you ramble. Responds when it matters. Fills the silence without ever making you feel like you have to.

You pretend not to notice the way your heart beats faster when his hand accidentally brushes against your fingers as you walk together.

...

One evening, as the light begins to dip below the trees and the hospital's rooftop turns gold with dusk, Kakashi speaks without turning to you.

“So…” A pause. Then, casually.. too casually,

“Why aren’t you a shinobi?”

The question slides into the quiet like a kunai. No edge. But it lands.

You blink, caught off guard. He’s seated beside you on the ledge, legs stretched out in front of him like this is just another idle visit. He’s staring straight ahead—like he’s asking about the weather.

But you know better.

You swallow and look down at your bag, at the little jar of salve you made from scratch earlier.

"I... wanted to be one," you admit, crushing a leaf between your fingers absentmindedly. "Didn't make the cut. Politics. Bloodline—You know how it goes."

He hums, low in his throat. Something between acknowledgment and understanding.

You think that’s it. Think maybe it’ll drift into silence again.

But then he adds, in that maddeningly offhand tone—

“But you still train.”

You stop, just for a moment. A flicker of surprise catches your breath.

Your head turns. “How did you—?”

He doesn’t even blink.

“Your grip. Your posture.” His eye ticks over to you, lightheartedly. “The way you sidestep interns trying to surprise-hug you.”

The last part makes you scoff, reluctantly amused.

“That obvious, huh?”

He shrugs. “To me.”

You scoff quietly and shake your head, trying to brush it off. But then his voice softens. Low, intimate in a way that feels almost too much under the setting sun.

“And the way you treated my chakra scars,” he adds, “like someone who’s felt it.”

Your breath stutters.

He's not pressing, just... observing. Studying you the same way you study old wounds, figuring out where they started and whether they still hurt.

You glance over again.

He’s just looking. That quiet, unreadable gaze of his focused not on your face, but on something deeper. Like he’s reading old damage. Worn threads, invisible bruises.

You pull your eyes away first. “Old habit,” you murmur, voice thinner than you mean it to be.

He nods once. Nothing more.

No follow-up. No prodding. Just lets the moment hang between you and him.

...

The next day, he shows up again. Like always. But this time, no fake excuses. Just him—leaning against your office doorway, hands in his pockets, posture deceptively casual.

You barely look up, already suspicious. “Let me guess, your back hurts and it may have something to do with your chakra points.”

He says nothing at first.

Then, without a word, he steps in and sets something gently on your desk.

Two skewers of dango. Still warm. Wrapped neatly in wax paper. It's like he made sure they wouldn't get cold on the way over.

You blink, mid-signature. “...What’s this?”

You look up at him.

"For your old habit," he says, not quite meeting your eyes. "Figured you could use the energy."

It’s so… simple. But it lands like something heavier.

You stare at the dango, then back at him. Your throat tightens unexpectedly.

“Thank you,” you say, quieter this time.

Kakashi shrugs like it's nothing. But the tiniest crinkle at the corner of his eye betrays him.

You know it. You feel it.

It’s not just the gesture. It’s the silence around it. The way he’s still standing there, not saying anything, not moving to leave. Like part of him is waiting for something. Or maybe… hoping.

You return to your paperwork, but your hand lingers near the food.

“You really didn’t have to.”

“I know,” he says simply.

And there’s something about the way he says it. Like of course he didn’t have to. That’s not the point.

He pushes off the doorway and turns to go. Almost like he’s trying to leave before you can ask anything else. Before you can look too closely.

But just before he slips out of sight, you catch it—that familiar, steady rhythm of his steps in your hallway.

It’s the sound you’ve started noticing more and more lately.

Even when he’s not there.

Even when you wish he was.

You don’t know it yet, but you’re already the reason his feet take the long way home.

And he doesn’t know it yet, but your heart now leans slightly toward the door—every time it opens.

୨୧

By the nth time he shows up in your office, you finally say it,

"You do realize I have other patients, right?"

Kakashi blinks at you from where he's perched on the exam table—same corner, same lean, same unreadable expression behind the mask.

"I'm aware," he says. "But none of them have chakra scarring this symmetrical."

You lower your clipboard, unimpressed. "You said that two days ago."

"I did," he nods. "Consistency is important in the healing process."

You stare at him.

He stares back.

In defeat, you sigh and gesture for him to take off his shirt.

He does so without hesitation—and you hate how very little hesitation you have about it either. His movements are smooth despite the lingering bruising, and your fingers betray you by brushing just a second too long over the edge of a scar.

"You know," you mutter, checking his pulse, "you don't have to pretend you're here for medical reasons."

A beat.

He arches a brow. "You think I'm pretending?"

You glance up at him. "You showed up yesterday because your ear itched."

"It did itch," he says mildly. "Could've been a very rare parasite that actually messes with my chakra system. Dangerous stuff. I was being proactive.

You roll your eyes, but you're biting your lip to keep from smiling. You hate that it's working. That he's gotten comfortable. That you have.

He's watching you again—and not the casual observation he's always done. This is softer. Curious.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asks, after a pause. His voice is quieter now. Almost hesitant.

You look at him, carefully, heart beating somewhere a little too loud in your chest. The way his hands fidget slightly with the hem of his shirt. The way his eye doesn't meet yours at first.

"...No," you admit. "But I'd mind if you keep pretending you're just here for check-ups."

That gets him.

His eye crinkles a bit. The closest thing to a grin you'll get through that damn mask.

"Alright," he says, voice lower now. "Then let's not pretend."

You gulp.

He leans forward just slightly—not enough to break the boundary, but enough that you feel the heat of him, close and steady and very, very real.

"Y'know," he murmurs, in a slight teasing manner "If I keep showing up, I might end up your most frequent visitor."

"Well congratulations, you already are," you mutter, unamused.

"Ah," he muses, "then I guess I should start bringing snacks. Or flowers. What do people usually bring their favorite doctor?”

You blink.

He says it so casually—but there’s something underneath.. Like he’s waiting to see how far he’s allowed to go.

You try to play it cool, but your ears are warm. “That depends. Are they still pretending they’re here for medical advice?”

His gaze holds yours. No grin. Just something soft. Steady.

"You're not just a doctor," he says, almost like a secret.

You tilt your head. "No?"

"You're something else."

The way he says it, quiet, reverent—it makes your chest clench. Like you've been waiting for someone to say it. To see it.

You don't respond. But you don't move away either.

And that's enough for now.

୨୧ — 𝐈𝐈𝐈

You don't expect to see him on the roof.

It's well past midnight. The hospital is quiet, lights dim. Even the overworked med-nin staff have gone home. You'd stayed behind, again, to clear your head the only way you know how.

Shadowboxing under the moonlight. Sweat on your brow. Wrists wrapped. Your stethoscope long forgotten somewhere inside your locker.

You don't even notice the quiet flicker of chakra until a familiar voice breaks the silence.

"Your stance is a little stiff."

You freeze mid-strike, spinning.

Kakashi is leaning lazily against the rooftop doorframe, arms crossed. Civilian clothes. No mask. Just that sleep-mussed version of him that only seems to appear when the rest of the world is asleep—when it’s just the two of you, suspended in some strange in-between.

You exhale, heart jumping in a way that has nothing to do with cardio.

“How long have you been watching?”

He tilts his head, feigning thought. "Long enough to diagnose a repetitive elbow drop. Possibly chronic."

You squint at him. “You’re insufferable.”

“Technically, I’m being supportive.” He shrugs, wandering closer. “Some people bring protein bars. I bring unsolicited critiques.”

“Some people also knock.”

“I’m more of a ‘mysteriously materialize on rooftops’ kind of guy.”

"Stalker."

He shrugs again as you shoot a glare at him.

He steps into the moonlight—and gods, it should be illegal how good he looks in it. Silver hair tousled, sleeves rolled up, that look in his eye like he's trying not to say something too loud.

"You didn't tell me you were this good," he says, quieter now, watching the way as you reset your stance.

"I'm not," you mutter, adjusting your footwork. "I'm just... persistent."

He makes a quiet sound in his throat, somewhere between approval and amusement.

You throw another combo, more focused now—until a warm hand suddenly catches your wrist mid-strike.

You freeze.

He’s close.

"Loosen your grip," he murmurs, thumb brushing along the inside of your palm. His voice is low, his touch light. "You’re strong. You don’t need to punch like the world’s ending."

You usually say something to bite back, but... you didn't.

You can't.

Because he's looking at you like you're already something precious.

His fingers are still curled lightly over yours. His touch is warm.

You're not sure how long you stand like that—close, breath caught, words balancing between unspoken and the undeniable.

And maybe it’s stupid, maybe it’s reckless—but right now, under moonlight and bruised silences, you let yourself wonder,

If he came up here for more than just a critique.

And if you’re the only one who doesn’t want to pretend anymore.

But then—

a while ago…

"Okay but WHY is Kakashi-sensei always at the hospital?" Naruto mutters for the third time this week, slurping his ramen suspiciously.

Sakura looks up from her bowl. "You think he's sick again?"

Sasuke scoffs from across the table. "He's not sick. I passed him yesterday—he was carrying dango. Looked perfectly fine."

Naruto leans forward. "So what, he just likes hospitals now? That's suspicious."

Sakura frowns. "Actually... I overheard some nurses saying he only ever waits for one doctor."

Sasuke raises a brow.

Naruto gasps. "YOU DON'T THINK HE'S—"

"—Don't be ridiculous," Sakura cuts in, but even she sounds unsure.

Still, the next time they see him slipping out of the hospital late at night—hair messy, sleeves rolled, looking far too smug for someone supposedly recovering from shoulder pain. All three of them stare.

Kakashi just lifts a hand lazily. "Evening."

Naruto squints. "You're not even limping anymore!"

Kakashi smiles behind the mask. "I heal fast."

...

"You didn't have to come all the way up here just to watch me," you murmur after a long moment. Your voice is softer now. Raw.

He doesn't look away.

“I didn’t come to critique your footwork either,” he says eventually. “Even if it could use work.”

You scowl. “Charming.”

He lifts a shoulder, eyes half-lidded, lazy—except you know him now. You know when his voice goes softer, when he avoids your eyes, when his hands are in his pockets not out of boredom but restraint.

“I came because I wanted to see you,” he admits, voice low.

Your heart trips over itself.

"...You could've just said that."

His gaze dips to your lips, then back to your eyes. "Would you have believed me?"

You hesitate. "Maybe."

The silence between you hums.

"If you keep looking at me like that," you whisper teasingly, "I might think you're about to kiss me."

He's so close now.

"If I did," he murmurs, "would you stop me?"

You don't answer, taken aback with his reply.

But your fingers curl gently around his.

And your lips part, just slightly.

And the world narrows to the space between you and him.

Just heartbeats away.

୨୧

You feel it before it happens.

Kakashi's hand, still cradling yours, shifts just slightly—fingers ghosting along your wrist, your palm until it feels less like a correcting and more like a touch that's meant to linger.

His breath brushes your cheek. He doesn't move away. And the silence thickens with the weight of something that's been building for a long time.

You look up at him, eyes searching.

"...You're close," you whisper.

His eye curves just faintly. “I tend to wander.”

His voice is low, dry — but something in it falters at the edge, almost self-conscious. Almost shy.

You swallow, pulse humming. “…Do you want to?”

A beat.

“I think the more important question is… do you?”

You don’t answer right away. You’re too busy noticing the little things: the way he’s not blinking. How his thumb grazes your pulse like he doesn’t know he’s doing it. How he’s always careful, but somehow always stays just long enough to make your heart forget how to protect itself.

“…Yes,” you whisper, finally. “Don’t go.”

That’s all it takes.

His forehead tips gently to yours—cautious, careful, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

You breathe in. His scent taking over you. Faint smoke, cool earth, something grounding.

"'Kashi," you whisper.

It slips out before you even think about it.

He stiffens just slightly, surprised. Then blinks down at you.

“You’ve never called me that before,” he murmurs. His voice is soft, but it catches. Like it struck something he wasn’t ready for.

You feel your face warm. “Should I not have?”

“…Didn’t say that.” He exhales, almost a laugh—the barest curl at the edge of his mouth. “Just… wasn’t expecting it.”

There’s something vulnerable in the way he says it. Like you’d pulled something loose without meaning to. A thread he was doing a very good job of pretending didn’t exist.

And still—he doesn’t pull away.

But something shifts.

His hand slips from yours, trailing down your arm as if second-guessing the right to hold you.

“I’m not…” He pauses. And there it is again—that small crack in the usual calm. “I’m not really good at this.”

The words are quiet. Measured. Not self-pitying, but honest. And it's the first time you hear it: uncertainty. The guarded edge in his voice.

You look at him closely now—at the way his jaw tenses just slightly, how his gaze drops to somewhere near your shoulder instead of your eyes.

How he’s retreating in inches, like he’s used to being shut out before he can be let in.

"I've lost everyone I've ever cared about," he says, quiet. Measured. "Team, friends, family, people I should've protected. People I never got to say anything to. And every time something good shows up, I wonder how long before I ruin it. Or before it's taken from me."

It hits you—not just the weight of his words, but the quiet ache beneath them. The belief that love is something he wasn't meant to keep. A belief stitched into his ribs like a scar.

"That's what I think when I look at you." he finishes, voice rough.

"'Kashi..." You step forward again, gently taking his hand back.

He doesn't resist. Doesn't speak.

You hold his palm between both of yours, grounding him.

"You haven't ruined anything," you say. "And if you're scared of losing me, that just means there’s something real enough to try for."

He's quiet for a long moment.

And then—

"HEY, KAKASHI-SENSEI!"

You both jolt apart like lightning just struck between you.

Kakashi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why do they always show up when I'm about to make a breakthrough?"

You peek past his shoulder and groan.

Sakura shoots a glare at Naruto. "Idiot! You were supposed to be quiet."

Naruto. Sakura. And surprisingly Sasuke?

Peeking from behind a low rooftop wall, not even pretending to be subtle.

Kakashi turns to you, expression sheepish. "We should probably relocate."

You bury your face in your hands. "I hate everything."

He laughs—a quiet one that reaches his eyes—and gently guides you behind the rooftop door, hiding you both from the peanut gallery of nosy genin.

As you both lean against the wall, catching your breath, you sneak a glance at him.

"Do you... still want to try?" you ask. "Even with all of that fear?"

You're not even touching anymore, but it still feels like you are.

Kakashi's hand is braced against the wall beside your head, just slightly caging you in. Not on purpose, maybe, but he doesn't move away, either.

"You really didn't move," you whisper, staring at the space between your shoes and his.

He hums, voice low. "You didn't ask me to."

When you dare to look up, the air shifts—slow, quiet, electric.

Your gazes lock.

"I think about it all the time," he murmurs.

You blink. "Think about what?"

He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he reaches up—slowly, like he's afraid you'll flinch—and brushes a stray of hair away from your cheek. His fingers linger.

"You. Me. What this could be if I weren't—"

"Weren't what?" you breathe.

His hand drops.

"Haunted," he says simply. "Tired. Not built for this."

Your chest tightens. "You're not broken, 'Kashi."

He exhales shakily. "You say it like it's obvious."

"It is obvious," you say, stepping closer—close enough for your hand to find his again. "To me."

A beat of silence.

He looks at you like you're something rare. He doesn't understand how you exist in the same world he does—soft but fierce, steady but unpredictable, someone who sees him and doesn't flinch.

"I don't want to lose this... to lose you." he says vulnerably, and it slips out like a confession he didn't mean to speak aloud.

You squeeze his hand. "Then don't."

He stares at you, really stares. As if he's memorizing this exact version of you, like what he did the first time you told him that you don't lose patients—his first impression of you. The way your eyes shine when you speak. The way you always smell faintly like herbs and clean linen.

The way you say his name like it means something.

"...Say it again," he murmurs.

You blink. "Say what?"

"My name. Like that."

A soft smile tugs at your lips.

"'Kashi."

And oh—he's undone.

You don't notice you've leaned in until your noses almost touch. Your breath catches. His does, too. His hand comes up to your cheek again, a trembling thumb brushing the edge of your jaw.

You're going to kiss him.

You know you're going to.

It's happening.

It's—

"KAKASHI-SENSEI, YOU DROPPED YOUR HEADBAND!"

I swear to all the gods.

You jolt apart again, absolutely burning with embarrassment as Naruto's voice rings out like a kunai in a dream.

Kakashi groans and drops his forehead to your shoulder.

"Unbelievable," he mumbles.

"I'm going to inject him with a sedative," you mutter.

"Well, he'll have to get in line." Kakashi sternly adds.

"I swear, that Naruto."

Still hiding behind the wall, he glances up at you with a rare softness. Something so fond, it steals you breath even more than the almost kiss did.

"...Rain check?" he asks.

You meet his gaze.

And maybe it's reckless, fast, but you smile and say, "Only if you promise you'll actually cash it in."

He steps back, brushing his fingers over yours one last time straightening his hitai-ate like nothing happened.

"Deal," he says, giving you one last look over his shoulder. "You're worth waiting for."

And just like that, he disappears over the rooftop ledge—mask up, cool façade back in place, but his steps just a little too light for someone who's totally not in love.

You lean back against the wall, breathless, heart sprinting.

You're in trouble.

Big, stupid, wonderful, trouble.

୨୧ — 𝐈𝐕

The next day, you're barely holding it together.

Running late for your rounds, you’re juggling a clipboard, two folders, and a thermos of questionably reheated tea that’s one pothole away from disaster. You round the corner near the nurses’ station, muttering under your breath—

And slam straight into something solid.

Well. Someone solid.

The folders go flying. Your tea wobbles midair, chaos pending—

But nothing hits the ground.

A gloved hand steadies your elbow. Another has already caught the folders. And Kakashi Hatake, full gear and unbothered, blinks down at you like he didn’t just materialize out of nowhere to intercept a minor tragedy.

“...Morning,” he says. “You seem busy.”

You blink. Stare. Blink again. “You—what–”

He glances at the folder in his hand. “Radiology results. Hmm. Interesting reading.”

You snatch the folder back with a noise that’s half-gasp, half-groan. “You were discharged.”

“I was,” he agrees, perfectly calm. “Then I left. And now I’m here again. Life’s full of circles, isn’t it?”

"I'm just here for a check-up," he adds innocently.

You narrow your eyes. “Why are you actually here?”

He shrugs. “Might’ve pulled something.”

You frown. “Doing what?”

“Reading,” he says, with zero irony. “Very taxing. Spine’s not what it used to be. You should consider offering shinobi posture seminars. Or maybe back braces.”

You fold your arms, trying not to grin. "Uh huh."

He takes a small step closer, lowering his voice. "Besides... I thought I owed someone a rain check."

Your brain stutters.

Right. The rooftop.

You glance around quickly, suddenly hyperaware of the hallway—the nurses moving in and out of stations, the open patient room doors, the sound of someone wheeling a supply cart past. And him, still standing entirely too close, like his presence isn't already short-circuiting your entire system.

“You remembered that?” you ask, voice a little hoarse.

His visible eye crinkles just slightly, the barest hint of a smile pulling at the edges of his mask. “Of course.”

Your heart stumbles. You forget to breathe for a second.

He still hasn’t let go of your elbow.

“Right,” you mumble. “That.”

“That,” he repeats softly, gaze steady on yours.

Your heart stumbles again.

You don’t realize how long you’ve been looking at him until someone very pointedly clears their throat from down the corridor.

Twice.

You both flinch.

A nurse is walking past with a tray of bandages and a poorly concealed smirk on her face. She doesn’t even try to pretend she didn’t see anything.

Kakashi exhales, glancing after her. “Should I go before we become the subject of your staff’s next coffee break conversation?”

You lift your tea thermos, which somehow survived the chaos. “I think we already are.”

He makes a noise of faint amusement. “How tragic. I was hoping for at least a three-episode buildup before we got caught.”

You shoot him a look. “You’re not helping.”

He shrugs, clearly unrepentant, and gently passes you back the remaining folder like this has all been very civilized. “You didn’t stab me. That feels encouraging.”

“I could stab you,” you mutter, grabbing the folder.

He falls into step beside you as you turn to walk toward the stairwell.

“Please do,” he says lightly. “It’ll give me an excuse to come back.”

You nearly trip on your own feet.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

He’s looking straight ahead, hands in his pockets now, posture just a touch too casual to be natural. His mask hides most of his expression, but there’s a quiet ease in him. Something softer than usual. Lighter.

You swallow. “...You don’t have to force yourself to show up just because you feel like you owe me something.”

Kakashi’s voice is quiet, but sure.

“I’m not here because I owe you. I’m here because I want to be.”

Your grip tightens on the folder.

He doesn’t press nor look at you again. But his presence hums quietly at your side like something steady. Familiar. Something trying.

You keep walking, heart in your throat, brain shorting out.

“...Fine.”

His head turns. You don’t have to look to know he’s smiling behind the mask.

His fingers brush yours—just the barest graze, enough to make your hand twitch in surprise.

He doesn’t hold on.

But he doesn’t pull away either.

And somehow, that says everything.

୨୧

It starts innocently.

At least, that's what you tell yourself.

It’s a few days after the folder-flying hallway incident, and most of the clinic has quieted. Dusk has softened the world into gold and shadow. The lights in the hallway are dimmed to a low hum, casting long silhouettes along the clean floors. Most of the staff have clocked out.

You, however, are still perched at your desk, signing off the last few charts with a half-empty mug of cold tea by your elbow and a stubborn crick in your neck.

And then you feel it.

That familiar presence—unspoken but impossible to miss. A quiet awareness that slides in through the seams of your focus.

You glance up—and there he is.

Kakashi stands leaning casually against your office doorframe, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed in that practiced way only shinobi ever manage.

His hitai-ate is pushed up. His mask is on, of course. And his gaze, when it finds yours, carries that ever-present flicker of amusement and something quieter beneath it—something warm.

“You’re making a habit of this,” you say without missing a beat, quirking a brow at him.

He tilts his head. “Is that a complaint?”

“That depends. Are you here with another fake injury? Or should I start charging you rent?”

He shrugs. “Neither, actually.”

He steps forward. And that’s when you see it—a small, slim box in his hands. Plain packaging. Tied with red twine. Your heart immediately performs a minor somersault.

“I brought you something,” he says simply.

You sit up straighter, wariness mixing with curiosity. “...What is it?”

He holds it out, almost sheepishly. “Open it.”

You undo the twine with careful fingers. The box opens with a faint creak.

Your heart makes a strange little thud.

Reinforced knuckles. Lightweight weave. Tailored exactly to your size. And not just functional—they’re in your favorite color. Muted, but elegant. The kind of gear you’ve wanted but never had the time to get.

You blink, throat suddenly tight. “How did you—?”

“You favor your left hand for close defense,” he says. “But the padding was starting to fray. And last week you rubbed your thumb raw without realizing.”

You stare at the gloves, then back at him. “You noticed all that?”

Kakashi scratches the back of his head, almost like he regrets being caught caring. “You’re my attending. It’s... hard not to notice things.”

Your heart twists. The words are simple. But the way he says them—soft, honest, like it cost him something to admit.

It makes you forget how to breathe.

He shifts on his feet. “I know it’s not much. But you’re always patching people up. I figured someone should return the favor.”

You can’t look away from him.

There’s a silence, but it’s not awkward. It’s full—of gratitude, of something you can’t quite name. He meets your eyes, and the world narrows to the space between you, heavy with the ache of things unsaid.

You step closer.

“Thank you,” you murmur. “No one’s ever... I mean, that was thoughtful.”

He shrugs, but there’s a quiet smile in his eye.

“You’re easy to think about, well at least to me."

That lands harder than you expect.

You feel something shift—like gravity tilting slightly between you.

Your voice is a little too soft when you ask, “Is that why you keep showing up?”

Kakashi doesn’t answer right away. He takes another step closer, closing the space until there’s barely room for air between you.

“Do you remember what you said to me?” he asks, voice low. “First week I was here. Third day in.”

You blink. “…I said a lot of things.”

He huffs a laugh. “Yeah. But one stuck.”

You search his gaze.

“You told me I wasn’t going anywhere,” he says. “That you don’t lose patients.”

Your breath catches.

“I didn’t believe you,” he adds. “Not then. Not with the track record I had. But you said it like it was a fact. Like even if I gave up, you wouldn’t.”

He looks at you then, really looks. Not like you’re a mystery, but like you’re the answer he didn’t think he was allowed to have.

“You made me want to stay,” he says quietly. “Even after I didn’t need to.”

The silence deepens.

You don’t know what to say. Only that something in your chest is unraveling at the seams.

He lifts a hand. Hesitates. Then gently brushes your knuckles with his fingers—like he’s memorizing the feel of you.

“You made me want things again,” he says.

“Kakashi...” you whisper.

“I don’t know what this is,” he continues, voice rough around the edges. “I don’t know how to do it right. But I know what it feels like when I leave the clinic and I wish I hadn’t. Or when I think about you in the middle of a mission, and it makes everything quieter for a second.”

You stare at him, eyes glassy.

“Being around you doesn’t make me forget,” he says. “But it makes remembering hurt less.”

Then, softly,

“I want this. I want you.”

He never meant to stay this long.

The hospital was supposed to be a pit stop. A consequence of a botched infiltration. Just a bed.

Just another awfully long healing process in a boring hospital, again.

Just another scar.

But then there was you.

Sharp-tongued. Steady-handed. Unafraid. You didn't look at him like a broken thing. You didn't see his mask and flinch. You saw someone worth keeping alive—someone worth caring for.

He remembers one of the first things you've said: "You're not going anywhere. I don't lose patients."

He remembers thinking, Good luck with that.

He hadn't believed you. Not then. Not with the weight he carried. But you stayed, even beyond the hospital. Every day, every sarcastic remark, every heartbeat.

And somewhere in the silence between your scoldings and salves, something changed.

He started making excuses.

A sore shoulder. A "follow-up." A muscle twitch that needed checking. When really, all he wanted was five minutes more with you. Ten, if he was lucky. Long enough to hear your laugh, banters, to see your smile.

Long enough to feel like maybe... he wasn't just another name on a chart to you.

You made him feel like he could be whole.

You made him want more.

And now, just inches from your warmth, he realizes—

You're the first person who didn't give up on him before he even began.

And this... this soft, staggering thing he feels in his chest—it's terrifying.

But it's real.

You met him where he was ruined—and stayed long enough to see him whole.

He doesn't want to leave.

You step in without thinking. Press your palm to his chest—right where his heartbeat drums steady against your hand.

“Take it off,” you say, so quiet it’s barely audible.

He freezes. “...What?”

“The mask,” you murmur. “Let me see you.”

Kakashi stills for a heartbeat. Two.

Then, slowly—very slowly—he raises a hand to his face. The fabric folds down with practiced ease.

And there he is.

His face. His scars. The ghost of old wounds etched along his jaw. He doesn't flinch. Not when you see him.

He's... beautiful.

Quiet vulnerability hangs between you, completely unguarded—all laid bare, just for you.

No facade. No barrier. Just him.

Kakashi.

You lift your hand to his cheek, thumb brushing the edge of a healed wound by his jaw. His eyes flutter shut—just briefly—like the touch startles him in a good way.

And then you lean in.

It's soft. Warm.

It's... real.

His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss—not with hunger, but with so much longing. Like he didn't think he deserved this, but now that it's happening, he's terrified to lose it.

When you finally part, your foreheads rest together, breaths slow and warm between you. The world feels like it’s holding its breath.

"I think,” you begin, barely above a whisper,

“I’m falling in love with you.”

Kakashi stills.

He exhales like he’s been holding that breath for years.

"...You are?" he asks, voice ragged.

You nod.

"I didn't plan to. But you keep showing up, and suddenly you were just... everywhere."

“Kept telling myself it was just clinic visits,” he murmurs, almost like he’s confessing to a crime. “A few check-ups. A few muscle twinges. Some bruises I let hang around longer than they needed to.”

His thumb rubs over the back of your hand once, slow. “And... okay, a few dango runs. Maybe a few too many excuses to pass by your hallway. Maybe I started faking injuries just a little.”

You bite back a smile, but your chest aches.

He looks away for a second, as if the weight of saying it is harder than he'd like to admit.

“I told myself it was safer this way,” he continues, voice dropping to something more fragile. “To just… orbit. Not land. Not want.”

His jaw works. There’s something old in his eyes. Worn.

“You made it impossible for me. Somewhere between the salves and the stubborn lectures and you yelling at me for almost ripping my stitches—I stopped being scared. I just didn't know how to say it."

His hand finds yours and wraps around it gently, firmly, like it’s the only thing anchoring him to the moment.

“I didn’t know how to say any of this,” he admits. “I’ve never been good with... saying things.”

You don’t speak. You don’t need to.

You just look at him—his brow slightly furrowed, like he's bracing for the moment to crack and vanish beneath his feet. Like he’s waiting for you to pull away. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But it doesn’t.

It won’t. You won't.

Instead, your fingers curl tighter into his. You let the silence answer for you—full, grounding, real.

Then, gently—soft as breath—you say,

“I love you, too.”

The way Kakashi stills is so subtle you might miss it. A sharp inhale, a flicker in his eye like something ancient inside him just shifted.

And then he laughs—barely. A sound like wonder, like disbelief cracked in half. It’s not loud. It’s not showy. It’s just... Kakashi. Quiet. Guarded. But a little undone.

His voice comes slow. Measured. Like every word matters.

“I didn’t think I’d ever get to hear that.”

He says it like it costs him something. Like it matters more than he expected.

Your eyes sting.

His hand stays in yours, but his other reaches up and brushes the line of your jaw with the backs of his fingers. He’s still not sure you’re real. As if he’s trying to memorize you before you vanish.

You cup his cheek, and he leans into it like someone who’s forgotten how to ask for comfort but finally found it anyway.

And in that moment, something shifts.

He lets himself believe.

That he might be allowed to have this. That he might actually deserve it. That maybe, for once, he won’t lose the thing he’s grown to need.

His thumb brushes your cheek, slow, tender. Like he’s drawing a promise into your skin.

And when he leans in again—slowly, deliberately—the kiss he gives you is softer than the first. More certain. Less like a moment stolen, and more like one that belongs to you both.

Full of warmth.

Full of something that feels like future.

And this time, he doesn’t run.

You don't know it yet, but this is the moment he lets himself stay... in a love never thought he'd be allowed to feel or have.

One that began not with a plan, but with broken ribs, a wrong turn, and the quiet, stubborn hands of a doctor who didn't believe in losing.

A meeting that should've been nothing,

But somehow, became everything.

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(p.s. i hope you guys saw the mirroring of events!! (kakashi to 'kashi), “to me”, and also the use of "you don't know it yet, but..")

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goshikisbaee · 5 months ago

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Naruto Characters As Your Boyfriend Headcanons

[ Itachi, Kakashi, Obito, Madara ]

Content: Fluff

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ITACHI UCHIHA

Loyal to a Fault

If Itachi loves you, he’s committed completely. His loyalty knows no bounds, and he will always prioritize your well-being.

Protective but Subtle

He won’t be overbearing, but you’ll notice how he always positions himself slightly in front of you in dangerous situations or keeps an eye on your surroundings.

Loves Quiet Moments

He cherishes peaceful moments together, like reading side by side, drinking tea, or just enjoying each other’s presence without the need for words.

Rare but Genuine Smiles

He doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s small, soft, and reserved just for you. Those moments are precious.

Enjoys Stroking Your Hair

When he’s particularly tired or feeling affectionate, he absentmindedly runs his fingers through your hair, finding comfort in the simple act.

Secretly Loves Physical Affection

He’s not overly expressive, but he enjoys small, intimate touches—a brush of fingers, a gentle squeeze of your hand, or resting his forehead against yours.

Softens Around You

While he maintains his stoic and composed demeanor around others, his voice becomes noticeably softer when he speaks to you.

Guilt Weighs on Him

There are nights when he can’t sleep, burdened by his past. If you reach for him, he’ll hold your hand tightly, as if grounding himself in the present.

Loves Watching You Sleep

Not in a creepy way—he just finds peace in seeing you safe and content, knowing that at least for now, everything is okay.

Will Die for You Without Hesitation

If there were ever a situation where you were in danger, Itachi wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself to keep you safe.

Rare Jealousy, But It’s There

He’s confident and trusting, but if someone is blatantly flirting with you, he’ll give them a cold, unreadable look that sends chills down their spine.

Soft “I Love You’s”

He doesn’t say it often, but when he does, it’s in the quiet of the night, whispered so gently it feels like a sacred promise.

Loves When You Take Care of Him

He won’t ask for it, but if you tend to his wounds, remind him to rest, or make him tea, he deeply appreciates it—even if all he says is a quiet “thank you.”

Remembers Every Detail About You

Your favorite food, childhood stories, the way you like your tea—Itachi remembers it all, no matter how small.

Would Teach You Self-Defence

He’d feel better knowing you can protect yourself, so he patiently trains you, correcting your form with a gentle touch.

Doesn’t Like Seeing You Cry

If you’re upset, he won’t rush you to stop crying. Instead, he’ll hold you and let you feel your emotions fully, whispering reassurances.

Prefers Meaningful Gifts

If he gives you something, it’ll have deep significance, like a family heirloom, a book he cherishes, or a handwritten letter.

His Love is Eternal

Even if something were to separate you, Itachi’s love wouldn’t fade. He’d carry you in his heart always, no matter where fate takes him.

Knows When Something’s Wrong

You can’t hide your emotions from him. Even if you say you’re fine, he’ll gently press, “What’s really on your mind?”

If He Could, He’d Choose a Simple Life with You

Despite his burdens, his deepest wish is to live a quiet life with you, free from war and duty—just peace, love, and the simple joys of being together.

KAKASHI HATAKE

Mysteriously Affectionate

Kakashi isn’t overly expressive, but when he does show affection, it’s in small, meaningful ways—like resting his forehead against yours or lightly squeezing your hand.

Loves Teasing You

He has a dry sense of humor and will playfully mess with you, whether it’s poking fun at your habits or dramatically declaring his love in a monotone voice just to see you flustered.

Protective Without Being Controlling

He trusts you completely, but if he senses danger, he’s at your side in an instant, ready to eliminate any threat without hesitation.

Loves Watching You Sleep

Not in a creepy way—he just finds peace in watching your steady breathing, knowing you’re safe and sound beside him.

Takes Forever to Open Up

It’s hard for him to let people in, so when he finally shares his past and vulnerabilities with you, it means he truly trusts and loves you.

Will Sacrifice Anything for You

If you were ever in danger, he wouldn’t think twice about putting himself in harm’s way to protect you, no matter the cost.

Adores Physical Touch in Private

In public, he’s composed and distant, but behind closed doors, he melts at your touch, leaning into your warmth like he’s been starved of affection for years.

Finds Comfort in Your Presence

Just sitting together, reading or enjoying the quiet, brings him peace. You don’t need to talk—your presence alone is enough for him.

Gives the Softest Kisses

When Kakashi kisses you, it’s slow and lingering, like he’s memorizing the feel of your lips in case he never gets to do it again.

Calls You Cute Nicknames in a Teasing Way

Expect names like “sweetheart,” “darling,” or even “my little weakness,” always said with that smirk hidden behind his mask.

Remembers Every Tiny Detail About You

Your favorite food, how you like your tea, even the way you furrow your brows when you’re focused—he notices everything.

Flustered When You Flirt Back

He loves teasing you, but if you catch him off guard with a bold compliment or a flirtatious remark, you might actually make the Copy Ninja blush.

Loves When You Run Your Fingers Through His Hair

He won’t ask for it, but if you absentmindedly play with his silver hair, he’ll close his eyes and relax completely under your touch.

Rare but Heartfelt “I Love You’s”

He doesn’t say it often, but when he does, it’s soft, sincere, and spoken like a promise he’ll keep forever.

Late-Night Talks Under the Stars

Sometimes, when he can’t sleep, he’ll take you on a walk, holding your hand and talking about life, the future, and the things he wishes he could have.

Jealous but Subtle

He won’t make a scene, but if another guy flirts with you, Kakashi will casually wrap an arm around your waist, making it clear that you’re his.

Leaves You Cute Notes

If he’s away on a mission, he’ll leave behind little handwritten notes, each one filled with affectionate words or inside jokes just for you.

Always Makes Sure You Feel Safe

Whether it’s walking on the side of the road closer to traffic or holding you a little tighter at night, Kakashi is always looking out for you.

Kisses Your Forehead A Lot

It’s his favorite way to show affection—gentle, lingering kisses on your forehead, especially when he thinks you need reassurance.

His Love is Forever

Kakashi has lost too many people in his life, so when he loves, he loves deeply. If he’s yours, he’s yours for life.

OBITO UCHIHA

Hopelessly Devoted to You

If Obito loves you, he loves you with everything he has. His devotion is unwavering, and he would go to the ends of the earth to protect you.

Possessive but Not Controlling

He’s not the type to dictate your actions, but he does get jealous easily. If someone gets too close, his Sharingan might activate out of pure instinct.

Overprotective to a Fault

Losing Rin broke him, so the thought of losing you terrifies him. He’ll shadow you even when you don’t realize it, always making sure you’re safe.

Loves to Tease You

He has a mischievous, almost childish side. Expect playful pokes, smug smirks, and sarcastic remarks just to see you flustered.

Masks His Feelings with Humour

He’s been through so much pain that he struggles to express deep emotions. Instead, he cracks jokes or brushes things off with a laugh to hide his vulnerability.

Soft for You and Only You

To the rest of the world, he might be ruthless and cold, but with you, he’s gentle—he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Cuddling is a Must

He’s touch-starved, and though he won’t outright admit it, he craves your warmth. He’ll cling to you like his life depends on it, especially on bad days.

Always Watching Over You

Even when he’s not physically there, he’s keeping an eye on you. Whether through Kamui or simple intuition, he always knows when you need him.

Late-Night Talks About the Past

When he finally opens up, it’s usually under the stars, his voice low and raw with emotion. He trusts you with the pain he’s never shared with anyone else.

Gets Easily Flustered by Your Affection

Compliment him unexpectedly, and you’ll catch him struggling to hide his blush. He’ll mumble something sarcastic, but inside, he’s melting.

Hates Seeing You Cry

If you ever break down, expect him to hold you close and whisper reassurances. He doesn’t always know what to say, but he’ll never leave your side.

Rough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside

He might act indifferent or tough, but the moment you’re hurt, he turns into the most caring and protective person in the world.

Worships the Ground You Walk On

He genuinely believes you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He looks at you like you hung the moon.

Forehead Kisses Are His Weakness

He adores giving you soft forehead kisses, especially when he’s feeling sentimental. It’s his way of saying “I love you” without words.

Stubborn and Jealous

He’ll never admit he’s jealous, but his actions give him away—crossed arms, cold glares, and suddenly pulling you closer.

Wants You to Be Happy More Than Anything

Even if he’s consumed by darkness, your happiness is his one light. He’ll do anything to see you smile.

Acts Tough But Needs Reassurance

Deep down, he fears you’ll leave him. He won’t say it outright, but he needs you to remind him that you love him and that you’re not going anywhere.

Low-Key a Drama King

He’ll dramatically complain if you ignore him for too long or joke about how “heartbroken” he is if you tease him.

Falling Asleep in His Arms Feels Safe

He holds you tightly, as if making sure you’re still there. Sometimes, he whispers your name in his sleep.

His Love is Eternal

Once Obito loves you, it’s forever. Even in another life, another world, his heart will always belong to you.

MADARA UCHIHA

Absolute Possessiveness

Madara sees you as his and his alone. He doesn’t like the idea of anyone else being too close to you and will make it clear that you belong to him.

Unwavering Loyalty

Once you have his heart, there’s no turning back. He would tear apart entire armies for you without hesitation.

Protective to the Extreme

He won’t just protect you; he’ll eliminate anything that even dares to be a threat. No one messes with what belongs to him.

Cold to Others, Warm to You

The world sees him as ruthless, but with you, there’s a softness he doesn’t show anyone else.

Intimidating but Affectionate

He might tower over you with his imposing presence, but when it’s just the two of you, his touches are surprisingly gentle.

Rare but Overwhelmingly Intense Affection

Madara isn’t one for public displays of affection, but when he does express love, it’s deep, passionate, and consuming.

Loves When You Challenge Him

He enjoys a partner with fire—someone who won’t back down easily. If you can argue with him and hold your ground, he’s even more intrigued.

He’s a Tease, but Only for You

He has a sharp wit and enjoys making sly remarks just to see your reaction. It’s rare, but when he does, it’s always amusing.

Forehead Touches Instead of Kisses

He’s not the most openly affectionate person, but resting his forehead against yours is his way of expressing deep emotion.

A Warrior’s Devotion

If he has to choose between you and war, he’ll hesitate—but ultimately, you are his greatest weakness.

Hates Seeing You in Pain

He doesn’t always know how to comfort you, but his protective nature intensifies whenever you’re upset.

Prefers Actions Over Words

Madara isn’t a man of sweet nothings. His love is shown through actions, whether that’s guarding you, bringing you something you need, or pulling you into his arms.

Expect to Be Called “Foolish” Often

It’s just his way of teasing you when you do something reckless or stubborn. He secretly finds it endearing.

Nighttime Talks About His Past

If you gain his trust, he might share fragments of his past, speaking in low, contemplative tones while holding you close.

A Terrifyingly Loyal Man

If you betray him, there’s no forgiveness. But if you stand by his side, he’ll fight the entire world for you.

Softest Spot for You and Only You

While he’s cold and calculating with others, you are the one person he lets his guard down around.

Hates Admitting His Feelings

He’ll grumble about it, but his actions betray how deeply he cares. If you call him out on it, he’ll roll his eyes and change the subject.

A Deep, Gravelly Voice Whispering in Your Ear

His voice alone can make your heart race, especially when he’s murmuring your name.

His Stare is Intense

Whether in battle or simply watching you across the room, his gaze is piercing and unreadable—but there’s a hidden tenderness in it when it’s just you.

Loving Madara is Like Loving a Storm

He is raw power, destruction, and ambition wrapped into one. But if you can handle the chaos, you’ll find that his love is just as fierce as his rage.

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💋 💋 💋

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crushmeeren · 6 months ago

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TEXTING SMAU WITH MEN FROM NARUTO

⤷ ⋆ ft. itachi, neji, sasuke, kakashi

༝ ᭝ ༝ sending them a picture of your baby! sfw! all fluffy! ༝ ᭝ ༝

master list

༝ itachi ༝

༝ neji ༝

༝ sasuke ༝

༝ kakashi ༝

#itachi uchiha x reader #neji hyuga x reader #sasuke uchiha x reader #kakashi x reader #itachi x reader #neji x reader #sasuke x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #itachi uchiha x you #neji hyuga #sasuke uchiha x you #kakashi x you #itachi uchiha fluff #Neji hyuga fluff #sasuke uchiha fluff #kakashi fluff

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arabella0001 · 7 months ago

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can somebody stop my obsession with him

Sasuke Uchiha’s quiet ways to show he cares

Sasuke Uchiha, who doesn’t say “I love you” often, but presses his forehead to yours in rare, quiet moments—his silence speaking louder than words ever could.

Sasuke Uchiha, who calls you annoying but looks for you the second you’re gone too long.

Sasuke Uchiha, who stands in front of you during fights—not because you need protection, but because he refuses to let anything touch you.

Sasuke Uchiha, who tells you not to rely on him, but always ends up being there first when things go wrong.

Sasuke Uchiha, who scoffs when you get hurt, muttering about carelessness—while his hands are already bandaging the wound, slower than necessary, his voice drops to a whisper, and your name sounds almost fragile on his lips.

Sasuke Uchiha, who doesn’t laugh at your jokes but smirks faintly when you’re not looking.

Sasuke Uchiha, who looks unimpressed when you’re angry, but the faintest smirk betrays the fact that he thinks you’re cute when you’re frustrated.

Sasuke Uchiha, who rarely compliments you, but you catch him staring like you’re the only thing worth looking at.

Sasuke Uchiha, who always says, “I’ll be fine,” but looks at you a little too long before leaving for missions—as if memorizing the way you look before he goes.

Sasuke Uchiha, who lets you vent without interruption, arms crossed as he leans against a tree. later, without explanation, you notice he’s already taken care of what was bothering you.

Sasuke Uchiha, who criticizes your form during training, but his hands ghost over yours, adjusting your grip without a word.

Sasuke Uchiha, who rolls his eyes when you complain about being tired, but slows his pace without saying a word.

another smau with sasuke

naruto one

kakashi one

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skyahri · 10 months ago

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Unplanned |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, and Kakashi Hatake

Summary: Pregnancy scenarios 'cause I can.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy. Bad words. All fluff.

Masterlist Ko-fi

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Sasuke Uchiha

He isn't the kind of guy to outwardly dote on you.

He's never been good with words or physical touch, more so preferring quality time together. You sleep in the same bed, eat meals together when it's convenient, and lounge around together when time allows.

When you come home from a last minute doctor's appointment with some big news, none of that really changes.

He assures you that he's happy, that he loves you, and this is all wonderful, but that's about all you're going to get out the emotionally constipated man.

However, while words may not be his strong suit, actions certainly are.

It's become painfully obvious that you are never allowed to go anywhere alone ever again.

He's like a shadow, following you everywhere and anywhere you decide to go. It doesn't matter that you're just running to the market- he's coming with. Ino invited the girls over for a dinner party? Cool, he'll walk you there, hang around in the shadows outside, then walk you home.

When questioned, Sasuke only says that he doesn't trust other people. Already knowing how he is, you don't push him any further. (Not that he'd entertain you if you did.)

People notice pretty quickly. He's not subtle and it's not exactly common for the Uchiha to be so openly clingy.

You wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret for a little while longer. You knew that his status would make the whole thing bigger than you'd like and it was still so early, only about eight weeks in. But people were becoming more and more insistent with their questions.

"Seriously, did something happen? He's been watching you like a Hawk for the past month."

"It was cute at first, but now it's straight up creepy."

Sakura and Ino dramatically shiver at the notion. You laugh, imagining how unsettling this all must look from the outside.

"It's fine, I promise. He's just been a little overprotective since he found out I was pregnant."

They don't register it at first. They just nod in understanding and move to sip their tea. You can almost see it click in their heads before they slam down their cups and start freaking out.

"Wait, WHAT?"

Naruto Uzumaki

"Congratulations! Based on the ultrasound, I'd say you're about five weeks along. It's still early, but you can see a tiny sac right here-"

Your mind is going a thousand miles a minute, thinking of everything and nothing as the doctor points out the tiny, centimeter-long blob in the picture.

Naruto had been bugging you for the past three weeks about a smell. He swears it's nothing bad, just that Kurama is insisting that your scent has changed and- blah, blah, blah. You never could get any more information out of him, which just left you to eventually cave and visit the doctor. Animals have instincts for a reason and who were you to ignore them?

Turns out, that damn fox was right.

After a half-hour lecture on what you can and can't do anymore, you were handed a goodie bag of essentials and sent on your way.

You barely remember the walk home. Your mind was completely blank as it tried to process the news. It wasn't until Naruto was standing in front of you in the doorway to your home that you finally snapped out of the trance.

You stared up at him. His eyebrows were knit together and he was asking if everything was alright. He pulled everything out of your hands and not-so-gently set them on the floor.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes blew wide and not even a second later he was smiling, pulling you into him and spinning you around. It's over just as quickly as it started. He's setting you back down on your feet and looking you over, mumbling a few hollow apologies for manhandling you. He takes a deep breath, that lopsided grin on his face never leaving.

"You're pregnant."

Just those two words have all the fog clearing from your head. Reality is forced onto you in an instant. In any other situation, it might have made you dizzy, but right now you couldn't be happier.

"I'm pregnant."

Shikamaru Nara

He really should've seen this coming.

Honestly, with how careless he is with protection, it's a wonder how you hadn't gotten pregnant sooner. A year and some change of not bothering with condoms and lazy, half-assed pullouts had finally come to bite him in the ass.

Although he knows this is all going to be horrifically bothersome, he can't find it in himself to be all that bothered. No, not when you're standing in front of him so nervously, little tears gathering on your waterline as you hold out a slip of paper for him to take.

He pulls you into a hug- a very tight, very intimate hug. One of his hands is on your lower back, pressing you into him, and the other is in your hair to cup the back of your head. He can feel the stress start to melt from your body as you relax into him, your arms moving to loosely hold him back.

"I'm sorry. I know this wasn't exactly planned..."

It definitely wasn't planned. He didn't like to think about things too hard. The only talk about the future he'd engaged in was a brief confirmation that you were both interested in pursuing each other exclusively and that neither were against marriage and kids.

But even though this was sudden and unprompted and definitely not what he was expecting when you asked to talk with him privately, he just couldn't find it in himself to be anything other than pleased. Sure, he would've liked to wait a few years and it preferably be after he'd properly proposed and married you, but none of that is deterring him.

He loved you. He didn't say it as often as he probably should, but that didn't make it any less true. You were easygoing and passive and fit into his life with no resistance. His friends liked you, possibly more than they did him. You liked to cook and he never had to worry about you causing trouble.

This was fine.

Not troublesome in the least.

"No, this is... good."

Kakashi Hatake

He was positive he was sterile. He'd have to be after all the injuries and trauma he's sustained, right? Four years and not a single scare, yet here you were, apparently three months pregnant, handing him a report from the OB's office.

He couldn't even form a sentence. He just sighed and sat back onto the couch with his eyes closed. It's only eight in the morning, it's too early for this, not that there'd ever be a great time.

"I knew you weren't going to be thrilled, but now I'm starting to get nervous. Can you please say something?"

He held his arm up and gestured for you to come towards him. When he could feel you brush against him, he grabbed your wrist and carefully yanked you onto his lap. You let out a relieved, albeit hesitant, chuckle as he slowly wrapped himself around you, his head finding solace in the crook of your neck.

The two of you stayed like that for a little while until he let out the loudest, most dramatic groan you'd ever heard leave his mouth, followed by a mumbled 'are you sure?', to which you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure. Here, you can see for yourself."

You unfold the paper and pulled out a few pictures. He shifts you around so you're at a better angle before he takes them into his hands. It's obvious that he has no idea what he's looking at- just that the blob is already baby-shaped and very, very intimidating.

You point out some of the obvious things, the head and feet and such, before moving down to the very last photo at the bottom.

"And that little spot right there means that we're having a boy."

"I thought they couldn't tell the gender until later."

"It is later, Kashi. Fourteen weeks."

He lets you take the pictures from him so he can set his hand on your stomach. You'd mentioned gaining a little weight recently, which he honestly hadn't noticed, but now he's wondering how he could've missed it as he brushes his fingers over the slightest most obvious bump in your usually flat stomach.

He must've been zoned out for too long, because you're calling his name and setting your hand over his. He hums, a slight acknowledgment that he's heard you, but you know he's not actually listening.

He's too busy thinking about diapers and bottles and late nights and early mornings. How his son is going to be in the same class as his student's kids. How Gai is going to be a hundred times more annoying in the coming years.

But then a single thought completely derails his spiraling. He wonders what your baby will look like. If he'll be a morning person like you or like to take naps like him. If they'll accel in genjutsu or not, because while he certainly does, you most certainly don't.

He's spent time with Kurenai and Mirai. While raising a person definitely seemed difficult, he couldn't deny that Kurenai was happy. Actually, despite Asuma's untimely death, she's the happiest he'd ever seen her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just... thinking about how annoying it'll be to tell everyone we're expecting."

"Seemed more like panicking to me."

"... shut up."

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