#physics teacher kakashi

[black-flames-and-cherry-flowers]

The Ritual (Kakasaku)

To the student body of the University of Konoha, Kakashi Hatake is their teacher of Philosophy of Cosmology. For the small number of students who select this subject as part of their curriculum each year, they insist that, yes, he is younger than most of the teachers and certainly more attractive. His slightly slouched figure commands attention in every room. However, he is chronically late, often seems apathetic towards his students, and is notoriously hard to impress in the classroom. 

Low grades are a frequent occurrence in his tests and final scores. Those who dare to write essays or papers about black holes, against the warnings of older students that it is his area of expertise, unknowingly subject themselves to rigorous scrutiny of their work and a barrage of complex questions on the topic that discourages even the bravest and breaks the weakest. In short, he appears impossible to please as a teacher and incredibly easy to disappoint, often criticizing his students' lack of imagination when attempting to bridge the topics of his class, allowing their opinions to shift from one position to another, like leaves in the wind.

Kakashi Hatake is one of the most brilliant physicists of his time, yet he works at a godforsaken university instead of one of the country’s most prestigious institutions. And this isn’t because he is on a noble mission, putting his knowledge at the service of those who weren’t fortunate enough to secure a place at a better university, nor is it because he wants to collaborate on a revolutionary idea with a teacher lacking funding so they could work together and bask in the recognition afterward. No, Kakashi ended up at Konoha due to the reaction of his peers to his beliefs and how those beliefs intertwined with his work. 

Kakashi is undeniably brilliant, but a life marked by loss shaped his conviction that black holes are the threshold to another realm or, at the very least, a means of communication with it. He believes they are a door humanity does not yet know how to open, and he is determined to decipher how to use them. However, his line of study was met with mockery and cold remarks about his sanity. Tired of enduring such treatment, he decided to retreat to a more secluded place, where he could continue developing his work without dealing with the snarky remarks about his research. The more distant he remains from his colleagues and students, the fewer personal questions he has to answer. 

The truth is that Kakashi is desperate to find substantial proof to back his thesis, either to reunite with his loved ones or at least to ask the burning questions that haunt him every day. Why did his father take his own life when he was so young? Why couldn’t he endure his demons a little longer for his sake? Why did Obito have to try to be a hero by enlisting in the army, only to be killed so young? Why was Kakashi tasked with watching over a grieving Rin when he was the least suited person for the job? Why was he left alone at every turn? 

After a decade of working non-stop on his thesis, Kakashi is tired of the answers slipping through his fingers. Technology has not yet reached the level required to prove his work, and people remain too close-minded to even attempt to understand his ideas. The frustration weighs on him like a slab on his shoulders, heavier with each passing day. The fury Kakashi feels from the lack of genuine support and the mockery he endures has ultimately led his investigations down an unexpected path, magic. 

Of course, someone like Kakashi did not wake up one morning and decide to perform the ritual he had spent a month and a half setting up. If that had been the case, he would have checked himself into a mental hospital immediately. No, his interest in magic and the belief that it could benefit his thesis came at a slower pace and from an innocuous source: the faculty library.

He was there looking for books to complement his work, when he stumbled onto Essays on Science and the Practice of Magic in Antiquity, forgotten in a dusty corner. On any other day, he wouldn’t have paid it any attention, but Kakashi wasn’t having a good day, and he felt a peculiar sympathy for the book. He knew all too well what it was like to be relegated to a corner, silenced so as not to bother the rest. With that in mind, he decided to take the book home.

The book turned out to be more interesting that what Kakashi initially thought, it was a collection of essays about how in the antiquity magic and mysticism were present in the lives of some of the renowned scientific names of their time, whose contributions are still the foundation of today’s science, and these figures did believe in things that the modern world rejects today, but if they were right in their works of geometry or astronomy why would they be wrong in that aspect too? 

That first book led him to read Physics and Mystic: Philosophy, Religion and Magic in Late Antiquity, that also lead him to The Mystic of the Numbers in the Pythagoreanism, and Kakashi kept delving deeper into the subject, until he was reading exclusively about mysticism and magic, thirsting for the new knowledge the topic could offer, eventually he did found Ancient Magic in a New Key, an old, tattered book with a battered, scratched cover worn from years of continuous use. The margins were filled with handwritten commentary from different people across various time periods. But most importantly, it contained descriptions of real magic rituals.

Kakashi studied the book thoroughly, it was filled to the brim with rituals for love, amassing power, gaining knowledge, killing enemies, acquiring wealth, winning wars, provoking catastrophes, and even summoning demons. But Kakashi had no interest in any of these. What caught his attention was a more modest ritual, one designed to prove the veracity of a person’s claims. It seemed to have been performed in the past before trials, giving the individual tangible evidence to support their assertions. After all, what is science, if not a perpetual trial?

With that in mind Kakashi spent months, trying to untangle the content of the ritual,  separating and classifying the commentary of other rituals, what they did, what was needed, what demanded, there were runes and hieroglyphs as well as pictograms and mathematical formulas all mixed together, complicating his task. Ultimately he managed to compile a list that included finding a location and objects related to what he was trying to prove, several formulas to write in the space and with what materials they should be written, the disposition of them, and finally blood. That was the most unsettling element, but every ritual spoke of a price to pay, and Kakashi would happily provide a couple of liters of his blood if he could finally test his ideas. 

Following his checklist the first thing he needed was somewhere to carry on with the ritual. After scouting the area surrounding Konoha, Kakashi discovered an old astronomical observatory abandoned in the 1990s, resting atop one of the nearby mountains, the perfect place to carry out his plans, remote and unlikely to attract anyone’s attention in the middle of the night.

The ritual’s instructions were precise, specifying whose blood was required and the exact moments it should be drawn. It needed to be his, and he needed to take half a liter every time the moon changed phases, for at least six different ones, always an hour before dawn. That introduced the problem of how to store the blood from all of these different moments to preserve it as fresh as possible. Luckily for Kakashi, as a teacher he had access to the labs, where if a few glass flasks with lids went missing, as well as some anticoagulant, it’s not going to raise any suspicion, none of the teachers of the chemistry department has a good track of keeping a tight control over their supplies. Kakashi discreetly acquired a small freezer for storing the blood, ensuring it wouldn’t draw attention from those around him.

The task of withdrawing the blood was more a nuisance than anything, in preparation for it Kakashi needed to annotate the days the moon changed its phases and then check the exact hour when dawn would begin, he had to set an alarm for an hour and a half earlier since he needed to be awake enough for the task, unless he wanted to rupture a vein or something worse, he gave himself that hour and a half to shower, have a coffee and gain some mental clarity before doing it. It was a relief when he performed it for the last time, then all he needed to do was wait for the next moon phase change to carry out with his plans. 

Tonight is the day. Tonight Kakashi Hatake is going to prove to the world that his theories are right. With a resolute step he enters the building, the air reeks of humidity, the dome of the building is broken and rain and snowstorms have swept inside over time. Every object left in the building is now covered in a thick layer of dust, moss, mold, or a mix of everything. Stains are splattered across the floor, remnants of leaks from the damaged dome, and most of the metal in the room is rusted and oxidized. In the center of the room lies the telescope. Kakashi is surprised to find it left behind as well. 

The lenses are splintered, rendering it useless, but for what Kakashi intends to use it for, it is enough. Kakashi makes his first trip to the car to retrieve his own telescope. He needs to locate the Virgo Cluster in the night sky. Once he does so, he moves the abandoned telescope, not without effort, until it aligns with the same position in the sky as his own telescope. Once satisfied, he returns his telescope to the trunk of the car and proceeds to bring out almost all the items for the ritual.

First he lays a big piece of translucent silk on the floor next to the telescope. On it, he has written several mathematical formulas in gold ink, along with hieroglyphs from the book in silver ink. On the silk, he carefully places one of the laboratory cuvettes he stole from the lab, and in the middle of it, aligned with the eyepiece of the telescope, he places a tiny prism made of graphite. With one final trip to the car, Kakashi brings the blood inside and pours it with precision until it fully covers the prism.

Now he only needs to complete one last step, Kakashi needs to place the flame of a candle in front of the largest lense of the telescope for it to function like some short of magnifying glass, since he wants to prove what lies at the other side of a black hole, the graphite prism will act like one, absorbing the light instead of refracting it like one made out of glass, the broken telescope and the abandoned building will serve as metaphors of the death, and Kakashi muses that his blood has to be the payment for proving he is right. 

After the first five minutes of standing on a ladder, holding the flame in front of the lense, he starts to feel stupid and and begins questioning whether all his work was for nothing. Perhaps he truly is as insane as people presume him to be, but then, a wind that wasn’t there before starts to howl inside the observatory, the room starts to feel warmer and the smell transforms from humidity to sulphur, Kakashi finds himself paralyzed, only capable of moving his eyes and breathing. The smoke from the flame grows in size until it looks like it is coming from a much larger source. The blood in the cuvette starts to boil, adding a metallic scent to the already foul air. Blackness envelops the room, and his vision blurs until he can see nothing at all, after that Kakashi begins to hear an incessant ring on his ears. 

It takes a while before he regains his senses one by one, tact is the first one, Kakashi notices that he still is holding onto the candle more or less in the same position before the ritual overwhelmed his senses. He believes himself unharmed, and the room seems to have returned to its previous temperature.

The next sense to return is taste. He feels the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. He isn’t sure if it’s from the blood in the cuvette or if he injured himself during the episode. Despite his efforts, he cannot locate a wound either inside or outside his mouth. Not long after, his sense of smell returns, and he notices that the sulfuric stench has left the room. The odor of dampness has returned with full force, but mingled with it is an out of place floral scent coming from somewhere nearby. 

In fourth place comes the sense of hearing, and initial stillness is followed by the soft sound of steps moving in the furthest point from him, the exact place where the floral smell seems to be steaming from, Kakashi clings to every bit of information his senses provide, desperately trying to determine the result of the ritual.

After what it feels like an eternity Kakashi regains his eyesight again, quickly he checks himself for injuries, quickly assessing that he is in fact as good as he was before the episode, then proceeds to scan the room, there, in the furthest corner of the room, with her back turned to him is her. 

In the dim light of the observatory she appears both ethereal and unreal, her long hair cascades to her hips in waves, a part of it is twisted or maybe braided, to keep it away from her face, it looks like a pale shade of red or maybe pink, Kakashi isn’t sure, what he can see it’s that she is wearing an almost transparent black tunic that reaches her feet, the fabric of garment has sparkling details that capture the light with every one of her movements, it has long fluid sleeves, and the skirt has lace patterns on it. It has a vague resemblance to what a woman would wear on top of a bikini, except it’s far more intricate and she isn’t wearing anything underneath it. 

The woman looks completely out of place in this dirty, rusty observatory, yet Kakashi cannot take his eyes off her. Though his isolation is self imposed and he has never been one for long lasting relationships, Kakashi has been with several women in the past and is no stranger to the beauty of the female form. There is something about her long legs or perhaps her round ass that keeps his gaze fixed on her. She must notice it because she spins to face him, and his breath catches in his chest.

Her eyes are captivating. Kakashi is so enthralled by them that he barely notices her moving toward him. In the blink of an eye, she is standing at the foot of the ladder.

–You should come down, human, you're going to fall and what a waste it would be to lose that pretty face by smashing it against the ground. –

Her voice is velvety, made for seduction or for whispering dark secrets in the shadows. Kakashi descends to face her, realizing that she is smaller than him, the top of her head barely reaches his shoulders.

– I’ve been summoned to many weird places, but this one takes the cake. –  Kakashi isn’t sure if it’s the situation or the floral scent emanating from her, but every word that leaves her red lips confuses him more than the last. – Summoned? Like a demon? – – I don’t know why you sound so confused human, you did it yourself – – Me? No, there must be a mistake. First of all, my name is Kakashi. Second, I didn’t summon you. I performed the ritual, yes, but I was trying to prove what lies on the other side of a black hole.–  her laugh cuts him off. –Then why add the blood and the flame if you didn’t want to summon me?. There is no need to be shy or make excuses. Kakashi – The way she pronounces his name sends shivers through his spine. – No, the flame was an allegory for the fire burning inside the stars and the blood was the payment, the book said. – – Well either your precious book lied to you, or you didn’t interpret it right. Whatever it is, now you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life. And while one of the children of Avaritia might have been better suited to your wishes, I’m still powerful enough to assist you. I’m also quite certain that the payment method will interest you far more. – 

If she is telling the truth, Kakashi has failed so spectacularly on his task that he has managed to summon a demon, and Kakashi has no idea how to make her leave, and she seems to be having too much fun right now, if her hands roaming through the expanse of his chest is indicative of anything. Maybe all he can do it’s get what he can out of this while trying to minimize the chaos she can unleash. 

– In that case, what or how should I call you? – Her captivating eyes light up as she presses her body tightly against his. – Sakura, but I’m sure that we can find more along the way. – She winks at him before raising to her tiptoes to grab his face between her hands and kissing him on the lips. 

[3000-200-grains-of-salt]

and now: a list of fake reasons etho tells people when they ask why he wears his mask

- thats just my face

- what mask?

- the true form of my lower face would drive you to madness

- im just really ugly

- curse of binding

- embarrassing sunburn

- The oath

- made a bet

- lost a bet

- i actually dont have a lower face. the mask stops things from floating into the Void

- stops leaks

- the canadian government makes me wear this

- why arent you wearing one?

- new fashion trend. im 30 years ahead of the curve.

- MY POSITION HAS BEEN COMPROMISED, ABORT ABORT *runs away*

- it tells me the stock prices

- i volunteered for clinical trial 9 years ago

- im allergic to air

- um, same reason you're wearing pants

- bad habit

- it stops me from killing

- wait, i'm still wearing it? i havent noticed lol.

- it gives me like 6 armor points

- i was raised by ninjas

- i was social distancing before it was cool

- for honor

- no one can know what i look like

- so the aliens cant read my brainwaves

- so the government cant find me

- my teacher caught me chewing gum once. it will never happen again

- so no one sees the straw from my drink helmet

- the bit

- i actually dont really like wearing it. i do it to uphold my reputation

- i just realized... i can forge my own path! do whatever i want to do! i dont have to stand in anyone's shadow and wear this anymore! i'm free!

- slight advantage in pvp. they cant predict my next move if they cant see my subtle facial expressions

- i'm built different. better. being able to breathe properly made pvp too easy. the mask limits the supply of bloodflow to my brain to be on par with everyone else. if i were allowed to reach my full potential i would far surpass the physical skills of every other person. the mask just evens it out.

- i am kakashi

- i kin kakashi

- between you and me im running from minecraft law. if any government officials ask, we didnt have this conversation, my name is richard l. sawman , and as far as you are aware etho s. labs died in Venezuela in 1993

- i cant let someone lick me again

- trust no one

- *gets really pale* you're not supposed to see that.

- there's a bug in the model.

- dont do drugs

- protest

- i tried getting mojang to fix it but they still havent responded to my letters

- aw man i just fixed that

- method acting

- sprained it

- it's just a really good tattoo

- this is what i was wearing when my wife left me at the altar. ive never moved on

- justin bieber stepped on it

- lucky

- im too beautiful

- the better question is how im wearing the mask

- what happened to "hello?"

- im not wearing the mask, the mask is wearing me

- dress code

- always read the terms and conditions

- i got it in the divorce

- it was this or the federal prison

- court-ordered

- i had NOTHING to do with those murders

- practicing

- i'm just better

- thats classified

[13as07]

Motherhood #2

(Kakashi Hatake)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pasta69]

Requested by: fireflyglori

Word Count: 3,744

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Pregnancy

Mentions of Blood

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A wave of nausea hits me the instant I walk through the curtains of the Ichiraku Ramen shop. Instinctually, my hand jumps up, pushing my nose closed and covering my mouth in hopes of keeping down the sick feeling. Despite the churning of my stomach, I can't help but smile, the fitness report in my pocket burning a hole through my clothing.

     "Lady Hatake!" Naruto yells, somehow balancing on his stool despite squirming on it. His hand is thrown up in the air, waving wildly like the five steps separating us is an ocean instead of a couple boards of wood. "Welcome home! We've missed you!" He adds with a huge grin on his face, showing off the whiteness of his teeth.

     "Shut up, Naruto," Sasuke grumbles, sparing me a glance before pretending to focus on his menu. For once, Sakura isn't wrapped up in the moodiness of her crush, her excitement of my return shown in the constant shift of her weight and the burning look she's sending her Sensei.

     Kakashi's eye is on me, head slightly turned as he looks me over. Even with one of his eyes covered, not a single thing ever sneaks past him. Not like I'm trying to hide my queasiness. The paleness of my skin and the sweat covering my forehead, like it has every morning for the two weeks of my mission, is an endless and pointless thing to try and hide. "Hello," he mutters, on his feet and heading toward me as soon as his once-over is done.

     "Hello," I echo, the word coming out bubbling because of my still pinched nose.

     A hand is on my waist, another pressed to my forehead when my husband gets to me, the gears in his head turning as he checks my temperature. I'm sure the common illnesses of the Hidden Grass Village are rolling through his thoughts. "You look ill. Did you go to your post-deployment physical?"

     "I did, yes," I murmur, snaking my fingers under the sleeves of his vest, clinging to the material as I avoid looking at my husband's face. I was hoping to share the news when we're home, alone, but at the rate his anxiety is climbing I don't think I'll get to. "It's non-contagious and was contracted on Leaf Village territory." Technically, not a lie, but very misleading.

     Kakashi's eye squints, glancing over me again as he thinks over the explanation. "Cancer?" He whispers, tone even despite the deepness that comes with a disease like that.

     "No. Why is that the first thing you think of?"

     He shrugs his shoulders, both hands squeezing my waist now. "It's usually the sorest lemon on the tree when it comes to my life."

     "I don't have cancer."

     "Are you sure?"

     "I'm sure."

     Another squint and once-over comes before my husband's mouth snaps open again. "I want to see your fitness report."

"No," I hum, pulling myself out of his hold. "You can look it over when we get home."

"I want to see it."

"I said no," I repeat myself, sliding into the empty stool next to Naruto. The fuzz-ball connects himself to me, his arms around my shoulders as he buries his head into my neck, rambling on about their recent D-ranked missions among the village.

"I wasn't asking, Love," Kakashi grumbles, a hiss hidden under his words. "I want to read it, now," he adds, his hand held out, impatient fingers waving to further tempt me into giving him the report.

"You don't have to be so rude, Sensei," Sakura butts in, trying to lecture her teacher.

Kakashi doesn't acknowledge her, refusing to budge until I give in. We stare at each other for a few moments, testing to see who'll give in first. As expected, I give in before he does, digging through my pocket for the folded-up packet. "Thank you," he utters, snatching the sheets from me before I can change my mind.

"Way to ruin the surprise for yourself," I grumble, rolling my eyes at the demanding man.

Kakashi busies himself looking over the report, my focus is on the menu Naruto abandoned, and his students hold their breaths, carefully watching their Sensei read over the packet of information.

After two page flips, I tune into my husband as well, turning my head to watch his reaction. The moment his eye slides over the pregnancy test result line is marked by a small "hmph" clogging his throat. The packet is tipped down, his eye glancing at me before snapping the sheets straight. I carefully watch as he skims the line a few more times, a soft pink slowly starting to taint the tips of his ears and the edge of his mask.

Another glance is thrown my way before Kakashi pushes up his headband, exposing the sharingan that makes up his other eye. A smile curls on my lips as he keeps rereading the line, his chest pumping a bit faster each time.

"Kakashi Sensei?" Sasuke asks, breaking the silence first, a sore look on his face as he carefully examines his teacher. "Are you okay?"

"Oh my, it really is... cancer," Sakura hesitates for a moment, whispering the last word as her hand covers her mouth, tears already welling in her eyes.

"It's not cancer. My wife is fine, great even," Kakashi corrects, tugging his headband back down. "You three go ahead and order lunch. The Mrs and I are going to go on a walk. We'll be right back," he orders with a closed-eye smile covering his features, sadly chasing away the pink that was dusting his skin.

     Before I know it, my husband's hand is knotted in mine, pulling me to my feet and out of the restaurant. The hushed conspiracies of his students echo behind our steps, growing quieter the further away we get. Kakashi doesn't tug me away for long, only trailing me around the side of the building. "You're pregnant," he whispers, gently pushing me against the wall, letting the shadows of the alleyway hide us.

The chill from the bricks stabs through my shirt, attacking my spine. The cold doesn't last for long, quickly chased away by my husband's body heat. Kakashi presses himself against me, head in my neck, arms wrapping around me, and his legs tangling with mine. "You're pregnant," he repeats, the soft words feathering over the skin of my throat. "You're going to be a mom."

"And you're going to be a dad."

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"You're bloated," Sasuke grumbles, his nose scrunched as his eyes aim at my stomach, pointing out the slight swell of my belly. I've gained about three pounds during the past four weeks, the preview of the weight gain my second-trimester promises. Of course, all the weight is collecting around my stomach, hence the bloating comment.

     "Good morning, Sasuke," I greet, trying to blink the tiredness out of my eyes. The knock at the door woke me up this morning, my second wake-up call of the day. Kakashi rolling out of bed to get ready was the first. He only left an hour ago, half of which I managed to fall back to sleep during. "Kakashi isn't here, he already left for the day. I think he's helping Gai - "

     "I know," the child cuts me off, his tone snappy and his eyes rolling. "He told me to come sit with you until Gai and him are done with whatever mission the Hokage sent them on. He rambled about some doctor's appointment and told me to remind you he'd make sure he'd be back for it."

     Yesterday I noticed some spotting, nothing more than three or four droplets, but he didn't care. As soon as the word 'blood' left my mouth, he was already out the door and on his way to the clinic, insisting I should get a checkup 'just in case'. Thirty minutes and a very flustered Kakashi later, and I have an appointment set for two-thirty today.

     "You don't have to sit with me until he gets back, that would be like," I pause for a second, flicking my eyes toward the clock on the wall. Eight forty-two. "Five hours or so. I'll be fine by myself."

     Sasuke looks unamused as he cranes his neck, finally looking at my face instead of my small belly bulge. "Sensei promised to show me a new jutsu if I stayed with you. I'm staying."

     "Fine," I mutter, my hands rubbing at my eyes as I walk away, leaving the door open for the irritation to let himself into the house. "I'm going to make myself some breakfast. Have you eaten yet? Do you want something to eat?" I question him, turning down the hallway to head into the kitchen.

     "You didn't already eat?" He asks, eyeing the colorful decorations of the room, mostly courtesy of Gai.

     "No, the knocking woke me up actually."

     "If you didn't eat yet, why are you so bloated?" He asks with the same bored look as usual, this time paired with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

     "I'm not bloated," I carefully say, swinging the fridge open and scanning the shelves for something that doesn't sound or smell repulsive. My eyes settle on the jar of pickles, my stomach purring in agreement. It's not too bad to have pickles for breakfast, right? As long as I eat something it should be fine.

     "So, what? You're just getting fat?"

     "Something like that," I grumble, making up my mind about breakfast. Pickles and peanut butter. It sounds gross but also sounds like the best food imaginable at the moment. I tug the jar out of the fridge, swinging the door closed before digging through the cabinets for the peanut butter jar.

     "You'd look ugly fat," Sasuke butts in again, sliding into a chair at the table.

     "Well you look ugly now so I guess it won't hurt too much, hm?"

     Disbelief crosses the kid's face, a ting of guilt eating at my heart. At least until Sasuke turns his nose up at me, or maybe my choice of breakfast. Despite his disgust, he doesn't move away when I settle into the chair next to him, my weird food choice and a fork in tow.

     My mouth almost waters as I unscrew the lids, fishing out a pickle with my fork before dipping it into the peanut butter. "That looks gross," Sasuke grumbles, scrunching his nose again. "How are you eating that?"

     "It's my Lady's top craving at the moment," Pakkun butts in, the small dog finally trudging out of the bedroom to join me and our guest. His nails click against the wood of the floorboards, stopping once he's beside me. "I wish to sit in your lap," the pug requests, his front paws digging into my thigh.

     "Can you wait until I'm done eating?" I ask around a mouthful of perfectly mixed smoothness and acid. Pakkun wasn't lying when he said this is my favorite craving. I've eaten it at least once a day for the past week.

     "No," he deadpans, gently scratching at my pajama pants. "I want to check the baby's heartbeat."

     "You just slept on my stomach. I promise nothing has happened in the five minutes we've been apart."

     "Pick me up, My Lady."

     "The baby?" Sasuke asks, pulling me out of the conversation with my husband's dog.

     "Shit, you're not supposed to know that yet," I grumble, snapping another chunk off the pickle hanging on my fork. "Don't tell anyone."

"I won't," he whispers, snapping his head away from me. We sit in silence for a while, Sasuke not so discreetly inching his chair closer to mine. "You're going to get fat."

"So fucking fat," I joke, softly giggling at the sigh he lets out.

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     "Shut up, Naruto, you don't even know how to read." The pug in my arms chuckles at Sasuke's complaining, his small body shaking and his fur rubbing against my skin.

     "I know how to read. It's a requirement to pass the academy. I just don't know why you're reading a cookbook. Trying to be a chief Sasuke, huh? Decided the shinobi life is too difficult for you?"

     "In your dreams. I just wanted to... learn about pasta," the Uchiha mumbles, glancing back down at his book.

     "Well, I think hobbies are wonderful, especially cooking," I butt in, sending the flustered boy a wink. Sakura might be Kakashi's favorite and Naruto is Iruka's, but Sasuke is mine. Extra now with the hidden pregnancy book wrapped in the cover papers of a recipe book.

     "Lady Hatake!" Naruto cheers, jump-starting his steps so he can run the small distance between us.

     Pakkun jumps out of my arms, landing on the ground and ducking for cover before Naruto slams into me, making me stumble back a couple of steps. Instantly, Kakashi's and Sasuke's heads snap toward me, both shooting death-threatening glares at the blonde.

     "Naruto - " Kakashi starts, hurrying forward, beelining straight at us.

     "What are you doing?!" Sasuke yelps, jumping up and lunging at his squad mate. The boys stumble to the ground, Naruto trying to buck and push his teammate off of him. "You're so careless, Naruto! What if you would have hurt Lady Hatake? You have to be careful with her. You can't be running around all Willy Nilly, knocking into her left and right!"

     "Maybe you forgot but Mrs. Hatake is a shinobi too, Sasuke. Don't tell me you think she's weaker than us just because she's a girl. That's really messed up."

     "Whatever," the moody boy grumbles, finally getting off his squad mate. Sasuke spares me a glance, a quick once over before grumbling again, this time to himself as he settles back down with his book.

     "Hey," Kakashi says when he lands in front of me, his voice airy in an attempt to maintain his calmness. "Are you okay? Naruto didn't bump into you too hard, did he? Does anything feel off?" Questions spill like water from my husband, his hand on my lower stomach as he interrogates me. His eye scorches over me as well, looking for any obvious signs of distress or discomfort, neither of which he finds.

     "We're all good."

     "All good. You're all good. They're good. We're good," my husband whispers to himself, rubbing his palm softly and slowly over my stomach to try and soothe himself. "Maybe we should schedule another appointment, just in case."

"I just had an appointment yesterday. It was a small bump, barely even that. You worry too much."

"I don't worry too much," Kakashi grumbles, dropping into a squat, both hands cupping my belly now. "I just want to make sure nothing happens to my beautiful wife or our precious bundle of joy."

"Nothing is going to happen. We're fine," I repeat, resting my hands on top of his. "I already put in my temporary leave and we got a clear report from the doctors yesterday. I'm fine, they're fine, you're fine."

"You're fine, the baby is fine, I'm fine, we're all fine," Kakashi repeats, smoothing his hands back and forth before leaning forward, brushing a masked kiss to the center of my belly.

"The baby?" Naruto asks, causing my husband to pause mid-kiss.

"Shit," Kakashi whispers before jerking away from me, straightening himself to his full height. Slowly, he turns away from me to face his student. "Mrs. Hatake is... well, she's pregnant but - "

     "You're pregnant?!" Naruto interrupts, completely ignoring his Sensei to focus on me. He steps around his teacher, eyes sparkling as they focus on me. "Is it a boy or a girl? When is the baby supposed to be born? Can I touch your belly? Are they going to be a shinobi like you guys? Does Sakura know? How about Sasuke? You didn't tell him before you told me, did you? Does - "

     "That's enough questions," my husband butts in, wrapping his hand around Naruto's mouth to stop his never-ending flow of questions. "All that you need to know right now is that we're expecting and that we don't want people to know yet. So, keep it a secret, okay?" Naruto nods in agreement, eyes blown out as he stares up at Kakashi. "Good," he murmurs, finally letting go of his student.

     "Can I just - "

     "No."

     Naruto huffs at his Sensei's ruling, finally letting go of the situation and turning back to pestering Sasuke.

     Slowly, Pakkun pokes his head out of his hiding spot, softly chuckling at us. "At this rate, your secret isn't going to be a secret much longer."

     "What's he talking about?"

     I shoot a glare at the dog, which only deepens his chuckling and makes my face heat up. "So, yesterday while Sasuke was sitting with me, your dog might have let the whole baby news slip," I softly explain, a weary smile resting on my lips as I look up at my husband.

     "Well, if Pakkun hadn't told Sasuke yesterday he would have found out today so I suppose it was unavoidable."

     "You did tell Sasuke first!" Naruto shrieks, amping up another round of The Egos between the two students.

     "Oh dear, here we go again," Kakashi grumbles to himself, pecking a kiss on my temple before he marches away from me, getting ready to intervene between the boys.

     I roll my eyes at the situation, bending down to snatch the pug back into my arms. "You and your master's big mouths," I tease the dog, nuzzling my nose against his head.

     "The big mouths that are going to convince you to go to another appointment."

     "I'm not going to another checkup. The baby is fine, you two just worry too much," I groan, waving at the three boys before turning on my heels and starting the short walk home.

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     "This is dumb," I grumble, arms crossed over my chest as I slouch in the waiting room chair.

"It's not dumb, it's a precaution," Kakashi corrects, most of his focus on filling out my paperwork for me. "It doesn't hurt to be sure, especially with your recent spotting."

"There's nothing wrong. Naruto barely bumped into me and I've felt completely fine since then."

"You did get up a lot last night."

"Because I had to pee and then I got too hot, not because of Naruto's excitement," I hiss, snapping my head toward my husband. "A bed with you, Mr. Personal Heater, eight dogs, and Heater Jr gets a little warm at night."

     "I'll get us some fans. Or maybe one of those personal cooling units. I'll stop and get some popsicles until then too. That should help keep you chilled until I get stuff figured out," Kakashi mutters, more to himself than me. Mr. Cool remaining calm even during my hissy fit.

     Guilt claws at my chest as my husband keeps rambling, coming up with different ideas to cool me off at night. How'd I get so lucky? How'd I manage to have Kakashi as a life partner? A man who lets my anger simmer and instantly tries to fix the issue for me?

     "Mr. Hatake?" Someone calls, causing both of us to shift our focus toward the sound. An older blonde lady is standing in the waiting room, six or seven steps away from us. Her green eyes are locked on us, the color instantly reminding me of Kakashi's student. "What are you doing here?"

     "My wife needs to see a doctor, why else would someone be at the hospital, Mrs. Haruno?" Kakashi asks, keeping his tone and features light, but the underlining statement - please leave - still shines through. He always gets like this when he believes I'm hurt, even worse when I am actually hurt. Overprotective when it comes to - even lack of - threats, including his student's mother.

"What happened to Mrs. Hatake? Is she already?" A lighter voice comes, paired with a flash of pale pink behind the woman in front of us.

As Kakashi's eyes fall down, mine snap to the side, watching the panic wipe off his face as soon as it flashes across it. "Oh, Sakura, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Sensei, but what's wrong with your wife? Is it really..." The child falls quiet, eyes flickering around as she takes a few steps closer to my husband. "Cancer?" She whispers, cupping her hands around her mouth to try and muffle the word.

"No. No, no, no, Mrs. Hatake doesn't have cancer," he answers, hands waving around and a soft pink coating the tips of his ears. My husband is growing more flustered by the moment and I can't help but enjoy the scene unfolding.

"Are you sure?" Sakura asks, pulling back a bit as her eyes squint, glancing over her Sensei in search of answers. "You've been acting off since she got back from her mission. You got all weird and quiet after reading her physical. Then you bribed Sasuke into sitting with her. Plus, this morning Naruto told me we didn't have training because you were freaking out about taking her to the doctor yesterday. Definitely seems like your wife is dying."

"She's not dying," Kakashi rushes out, sitting on the edge of his seat now, the heat reaching the edge of his mask. "The opposite, actually. There's nothing to worry about."

"What's the opposite of dying?"

It takes a second, but a smile rests on the face of Sakura's Mom, the older woman sending me a knowing look. My husband sucks in a breath, holding it as he stares at his student. "I don't know," he whispers, holding eye contact with her like he's been cornered by a bear and is worried it'll strike if he moves.

"Oh my," Sakura whispers, her eyes flickering between the two of us. "Is she...? Is your wife...? She's going to have a baby, isn't she?"

A hiss breath spills from my husband, his hands jumping up and decking under his headband to rub at his eyes. "So much for keeping the gift of your motherhood a secret," he whispers, dropping his hands away from me and looking at me with as much of a loopy smile as possible with his mask on.

"I was right!" Sakura cheers, a toothy grin on her face as she claps her hands.

"Ya, you're right," I agree with her, shaking my head at my stressed husband and his excited student. "I'm having a baby."

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[felixtrash469-blog]

Professor Hatake x reader

Parings: Hatake Kakashi x reader

Reader Gender: They/them pronouns - AFAB

Genre: Smut - Minors do not interact

Other: University AU (Separated into years), Alpha Kakashi, Omega reader. Professor Kakashi, Student reader, Slight breeding kink, Marking, F/N (First name) over Y/N (Your name) used

Kakashi organized his papers that were strewn across the desk. He sighed, lining them up and preparing for the staff meeting. He made his way down the hall to meet with the other professors. Wandering in, only slightly late, he watched all eyes flick to him. Iruka gave him a disappointing look as he took his seat beside him.

“Now that all professors are present, let’s discuss the students. Is there any trends, concerns or issues arising?” Konoha was a small university, consisting of only 50 students in each year. This cohort of professors taught the 3rd years in their respective subjects, Iruka focusing on history, Gai in Physical education, Orochimaru in chemistry, there were more teachers, but he didn’t interact much with them. Kakashi himself taught biology, with a focus on how each of the different special gendered possibilities interacted with each other. A special interest of his was guessing which category each person fit into, Alpha, Beta or an Omega. Kakashi himself, being an Alpha could normally sense when other alphas or omegas were on heat, but there were no other known signs on how to tell in current research. His eyes swept the table, Iruka was a beta without a doubt. He’d known the man long enough to know he’s never gone into heat; he had barely taken a sick day. Gai was also an alpha, taking off 2 weeks every six months. Tsunade was… looking at him angrily.

“If we may steal just a moment of your attention, it would be greatly appreciated Kakashi.”

“Of course, the question?”

“The student F/N L/N has been missing for a week and hasn’t informed anyone. Do you have any idea of their whereabouts?”

“I can’t say I do, sorry.”

F/N L/N was an average student in his class. Not the best but far from the worst. Mostly came in and did their work before leaving for the next class. It wasn’t unusual for a student to take a day off here and there and not inform anyone, but a week without telling any professor was cause for some alarm. The students were adults, in their 20’s; by this point, they could handle their work fine. The greatest concern was that the majority lived alone and if they got hurt, they had no one to help them.

“Who has the least amount of classes for the day?”

Every professor around the table mumbled out their remaining classes. Kakashi was the only one without classes. Tsunade didn’t hesitate.

“Kakashi, come to my office after this meeting. I will provide you with F/N’s address and you are to go check on them and ensure their safety. “

There goes his afternoon. The one day he has a free slot to mark papers, taken by Tsunade’s wishes.

The meeting continued without further discussion on Kakashi’s behalf. There were no trends or concerns in his class, he wasn’t even sure why he had to attend these meetings. A better use of his time was to work on the next topic for the class.

Once the meeting had concluded, he followed Tsunade to her office. She shuffled around through the student paper, attempting to locate F/N’s file. She finally placed a file on the desk, a small picture of F/N on the front. He had to admit, if they weren’t his student, he would have found them at the very least, slightly attractive. Tsunade copied down the address on a sticky note, handing it to Kakashi.

“Just go make sure they’re okay. You can have the rest of the day off. Consider it a thank you for checking on them. Pack up and head over now.”

“I’ll tell you how they are on Monday.”

“Sure, have a good weekend Kakashi.”

Kakashi reviewed the note on the way to his office, it wasn’t far, a 20-minute walk, if that. At least he got an early Friday out of it.

Kakashi packed up his things, looking over at his half-written work. The work for the next lesson sat, glaring at him. ‘The effects of marking on Omegas’. An important topic for anyone looking to go into the research of alphas and omegas. Kakashi would have to finish it Monday, possibly read up on sources over the weekend to reference.

It wasn’t as if he had marked anyone himself. Most of the sources he read explained it as euphoric, a once in a lifetime feeling that could never be replicated. It was apparently something that came on instinct to mark when either the omega or alpha was in heat. Kakashi had specifically avoided that. He would never sleep with someone when they were on heat, after all, it could bring on his own. On his own heat, he would lock himself away. Marking was a bonded for life sort of deal, not something he was interested in.

As Kakashi walked towards his student’s house, he reviewed the topics he had covered so far. Most were surrounding the mating ritual research or lack-there-of. It was still so under researched. Lost in his thoughts, he had finally reached his destination. Walking up to the door, he raised his hand to knock.

There was a sweet smell drifting in the air. The smell was hard to explain. When F/N opened the door, the smell hit him like a ton of bricks. The pheromones of an omega, something he had smelt before but never this close. Kakashi could feel his instincts igniting at the scent.

“Professor Hatake?”

You stood in front of him. Your face was flushed and your lips looked unbelievably glossy. You stood in front of him in a long t-shirt and what he would hope was panties underneath.

“H-hello F/N. I just came by to check on you and make sure you’re okay.”

Your eyes looked glazed, and you seemed completely out of touch with reality. There was no denying that you were in heat. Kakashi tried to advert his eyes.

“’s okay, professor, you smell really good.”

You were definitely out of it and too far gone to think straight. Kakashi could feel his pheromones start to build as he stood in your presence. He had to leave, his heat would come on quickly standing in your presence and he could already feel the rush of lust heading straight down.

“Yes, well, now that I can see you’re safe, I should take my leave.”

You stepped out a little from behind the door catching his wrist. The jolt of excitement it sent through Kakashi was dangerous.

“Professor, why don’t you stay a little while?”

Kakashi looked at you, your eyes were half lidded now, a desire filled gaze looked down at the connected hands. You tugged Kakashi back a little, the smell from your apartment hit him again. He was losing all sense and allowed himself to be tugged into the apartment. He knew he fucked up when the door clicked behind him, but he had lost all will to fight against it.

You sat Kakashi on the couch, sparing only a single moment before seating yourself on his lap. Kakashi couldn’t stop looking at your face, your perfect lips, just begging to be kissed. Your eyes and the way they trailed down his body, almost filled with excitement when you saw the tightness of his pants.

“Forgive me professor, but I can’t help myself.”

You reached down, pulling down his mask and connecting your lips. The session between you two became a heated mess of tongues as you eased themselves to sit on top of Kakashi’s dick. He could feel your wetness soak into his pants. Kakashi grinded up into them, making you moan into the kiss. Finally pulling away for air, a trail of saliva connected your lips. Kakashi went straight for the neck, kissing and sucking on your sweet spots. Hands started to wonder and Kakashi gripped your right breast, feeling the smooth skin under his hand. The nipple was unbelievably hard for him, he knew you were horny, but he didn’t realise you were this desperate.

Kakashi broke away from your neck, seeing the red and purple forming where he had been a tad rough. He flipped their positions so that you were laying on the couch. Kakashi removed both of their shirts, finally getting the perfect view of your breasts. Kakashi didn’t waste a second, dipping his head to suck on your nipple. He reached his hand up to play with the other while you mewled underneath him. He could feel his dick twitch in anticipation at what was to come. He could only imagine the pre-cum that was leaking out of his throbbing erection. Kakashi released the nipple from his hand, chuckling a little at the annoyed noise you made. His hand trailed slowly down, slipping past the elastic of your panties. He could feel how wet you were for him. His hands hadn't yet found their way inside of you and they were already slippery with your arousal.

When Kakashi finally slipped a finger in, he heard a groan of pleasure. He moved his mouth to the other nipple, leaving a trail of saliva before slipping another finger in. He pumped slowly in and out at first, his fingers curling while inside, trying to find the perfect spot. That didn’t last long as you started grinding on his fingers, trying to gain more friction, more movement, more of him.

“Patience baby, I promise to stuff you full of my cock soon.”

Truthfully, it was taking everything in Kakashi to not just do it now. His heat response had kicked in enough that he needed to fuck you into oblivion but not enough to forgo ensuring you were prepped enough to handle him.

Removing his fingers, he scissored them, watching as your arousal connected between the two digits. Kakashi brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

“You taste so good F/N. If you feel even half as good, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you all night.”

Kakashi reached down to remove your panties, sniffing the pheromones off them before flinging them away. He didn’t hesitate, moving to free his erection next. He watched a little as you sat up, eyeing his dick as it sprung free. Kakashi removed the rest of his clothing before spreading the pre-cum over his length. He knew he was decently sized, a bit on the girthy side and he could see in your eyes the excitement build.

Kakashi moved his length between your folds, gathering your arousal before lining himself up. When he finally thrusted in, he lost all control. He pounded his way in, all the way to the hilt. He could just hear you moan mix with his own. Kakashi wasn’t escaping this, he was going to keep fucking you until he knew you were pregnant with his child. Until you were so filled with his cum that you became swollen.

Kakashi started moving and he was sure he was seeing stars. The way your velvety walls suck him in and clenched around him, the sound of your arousal coating his dick, creating a squelch every time he moved back in. He was sure this was heaven. Kakashi reached down to your clit, thumb rubbing in circles as you squirmed underneath him. The pleasure was almost unbearable, the mix of all the sensations drove him wild. When you reached up and dragged your nails across his back, his body reacted pleasingly.

Kakashi couldn’t stop himself from thrusting, pulling out to the tip and going back into the hilt. The thrusts were hard and fast. He used his free hand to pin your hip to the bed to stop you from moving. Your walls were clenching more, and he could smell how close you were to climaxing. Kakashi moved his thumb faster on your clit and when he felt your walls fluttered and clamp on his dick, the urge to mark you came. Kakashi had never felt like this before, he wanted it forever. He was so close to cumming, you were under him, begging for more, a steady flow of ‘don’t stop’ and ‘fuck me harder professor’ spilling from your lips.

“’m going to cum. I’m going to fill you up with my seed. You’re going to get pregnant for me. Is that what you want baby? You want to carry around your professor’s baby?”

Kakashi heard you choke out a ‘please Kakashi, fill me up’ between sobs of pleasure. At the sound of his name, he was cumming. He pushed himself in as far as he could go, making sure that his cum reached your womb. Kakashi slowed down slightly to milk himself inside you. In a moment of weakness, he reached up to your shoulder, biting hard and pushing out pheromones. He was still riding his high, too engrossed to care that he marked you.

Even after cumming, Kakashi still wasn’t satisfied. He was still rock hard. Seeing his mark on your shoulder only pushed to further his need to breed you like his perfect cum slut. You also continued to rock your hips against his, begging for a round two.

Kakashi happily obliged, fucking you again and again. Time wasn’t a factor of consideration, the only need Kakashi had was to continue filling you to the brim with his seed.

When Kakashi finally gained some control back over his body, it was morning. His mind was foggy and his mouth was dry. The nausea raised in his throat not long after, he struggled to get out of bed and make it to the attached ensuite. His legs felt like jelly, the only way he could hold himself up was by leaning on the sink. Kakashi dry heaved but nothing came up. Looking in the mirror, he had purple blooming across his skin. He had fucked up. He had royally fucked up. You were his student. He fucked his student.

The dizziness set in and he made his way back to the bed he woke up in. No more then two minutes later, there was a small knock at the door before it opened. Your head popped through. When you saw him, you brought a tray of food and water into his view.

As much as Kakashi was thankful for the water and food, he could see the purple marks moving up your neck from under your clothes.

“Are you feeling better Professor?”

Kakashi nodded, unsure of his voice.

“Can I ask a couple of questions? Like when you got here? Or why you came?”

“I came Friday to check up on you as you hadn’t been attending classes. What day is it?”

“Sunday.”

Two days. Two fucking days. He had lost control of himself for the whole weekend. He knew that being in heat with an omega could be bad, but he didn’t expect this bad.

“Um, professor? I have one more question.”

Kakashi raised his eyes to you, prompting you to speak. He watched as you rolled down the neck of your shirt to expose your shoulder.

“Is this a- um- a mark?”

Kakashi had severely fucked up this time. There was no going back. A mark. For life. The pheromones in that would make them bonded for life. All the research papers told him he would never be able to fall out of love with them once the mark was placed and the feelings grew. He’s fucked. He fucking came in them. How would he explain this to the school? How would he explain it to their parents.

“Professor, your breathing has gotten pretty bad. Did you need some water? What’s wrong? Is it a mark?”

Kakashi nodded. He watched as their face faltered before dropping. He watched as they went through the motions of acknowledgement, feeling everything in a mere 30 seconds.

“Well, I suppose there’s worse people to be bonded to, right Professor?”

At least he knew they could see the bright side.

“I hope you keep that same positivity for when the baby comes F/N.”

“The w-what?”

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AN: I was bored and decided to write this, I am getting back into writing after a 5 year break, so I apologise if it isn't the best. I appreciate all support. Requests are open if you did want to request something.

[0rochimama]

i have seen my fair share of stupid posts in r/naruto about how shino aburame would have “kicked ass” in the anbu black ops and accusing the creators of “demoting” his character by having him become an academy teacher in the boruto series. just curious, to anyone who thinks these things, do you think that the anbu is, like, good? for anyone? do you really think shino would have wanted to do something like that? at all? i know it might be hard for a lot of fans, especially the insufferable allistics who use reddit, to understand this but shino actually has a very warm personality even if he’s someone with a flat affect. shino cares about others and he also has incredibly sensitive feelings. if the anbu had actually managed to recruit shino, i think the emotional toll alone would be extremely harmful to his mental and physical health. not even people like itachi and kakashi, who were already adept at compartmentalizing and neglecting their own feelings, were able to emerge from the anbu as anything but severely traumatized. if you think shino “belongs” in the anbu, i think you must not understand shino as a character very well.

[narutocharacterpolls]

FINAL ROUND

HATAKE KAKASHI vs SENJU TSUNADE

Reasons for submission under the cut

Kakashi

relatable as an adult

he is just an overworked guy who was told to watch some kids w LOTS of issues

needs therapy

good presence and guidance in Narutos life

interesting

cares about and is dedicated to his students very much

he is just cool

he is trying his best despite what he has been through in the past

is up for having fun but still knows when to be serious

was a narcissistic shit but grew out of it

has good intentions

sexy

wonderfully complex and well developed character

incredibly resilient and supportive

a sad and deeply broken man

always willing to give his life to protect them and his other precious people

just wanted everything to be ok for once in his life

hated Danzo

his friendship with Gai is adorable

the way he teases Tenzo is fun

he’s known as cool and aloof but in reality he’s a huge dork

Gai would want him to win

Tsunade

milf….

was the best hokage

the regulation she created to include medics on every team saved so many lives

she's funny and a complex and interesting character

is a bad bitch

probably THE most competently written female character in the entire series

she has a very rich history that plays into her character's actions and motivations

wanting to be the best medic-nin possible in order to save more lives because she lost her love Dan, and also change the way ninja squads operated to always have a medic to save more lives did so much for the better during the war to reduce casualties

after being broken down by so many people she cares about dying, she dips and leaves behind ninja society, which has taken everything from her (including wiping out her clan)

because Tsunade is also one of the most legendary/strongest ninja alive, no one could really stop her or chain her down. It takes the conviction of a child who wants her to save the village and heal his friends to get her back to Konoha, despite the all the trauma she's endured

she's a medic with a fear of blood that overcomes that to fight her own teammate and beat his ass so Orochimaru stops killing and maiming people

she steps up to be a leader because it's what the new generation need and someone has to fix all the stuff broken by her selfish teammates and old teacher

the strongest female character both in physical strength and the strength of her writing. It's like she was written first as a character versus most of the other female characters being written first as Girl and Love Interest

Tsunade is vain and a chronic gambler and drunk, she is really brash and abrasive, she is traumatized. But she's also deeply caring, an incredibly accomplished woman, one of the smartest people/medics in the world, and a great leader

she's multi-layered. She is a woman, but her entire character isn't just Woman

finally finished the job on Jiraiya on previous poll

strong arms

she is strong and smart and quick as a whip but still soft and caring when it comes to her loved ones. Characters with rough exteriors who are mushy inside are very good

[dark-elf-writes]

Hot for teacher au kakashi who’s so depressed pre-naru that he just has picture frames with the stock images framed

Hey! Ow!

True though.

Kakashi packed away all of the photos in his house after his dad died and put them into some storage unit or another before immediately enlisting and never looking back. He can’t.

At least in barracks no one thinks too much about his lack of things. No one writes him. He never calls anyone. It’s just his duffle, two pairs of civilian clothes, and that’s it.

It changes once he meets his new unit out of basic. Polaroids Genma took with Kakashi in a headlock. Letters from Kushina after one too many accidentally interrupted phone calls bloomed into a kind of friendship. Little odds and ends that Minato saw and swear they reminded him of Kakashi. He’s never had so much stuff.

Then they’re all gone. Then Kakashi is alone with pictures and pretty rocks and folded letters as he forces himself through physical therapy as fast as his broken body can manage. Then he is buying an empty house and new baby things before he remembers things like a couch.

But after Naruto… well it’s impossible not to collect clutter with a baby in the house and Kakashi fills every bit of the house of memories so Naruto will never feel alone.

[doodlegirl1998]

This is pretty much my reaction to the BNHA 430 leaks.

Following that, I don't actually hate the idea of Izuku becoming a teacher to inspire the next generation but the way Hori and the other writers go about it is poorly executed (what a SHOCKER, am I right?). It feels so forced to make Izuku all sad and lonely that he can't be a hero anymore. But like...there are examples of characters who either have weak Quirks or Quirks they can't rely heavily on and they can fight.

Aizawa-This discount version Kakashi and Kalego (from Iruma) can fight off villains and Nomus with his magic scarf even when he can't erase their Quirks.

Little Aizawa Jr. (aka: Shinso)-The only student that Aizawa took the effort to train properly because we all know Shinso before that, he relied heavily on his Quirk. After a few months, he can use the magic cloth just like Aizawa.

Stain-Yeah, he's technically a villain but the point still stands due to his reputation of killing several Pro Heroes. His Quirk allows him to temporarily paralyze enemies by licking their blood but you know, you gotta be able to fight to even do that.

Himiko Toga-Another villain but still worth mentioning, this discount Mystique can only transform into a person physically by drinking their blood (only able to copy the Quirks of those she has a strong connection with) but she is shown to be good at knife combat, being able to beat a Pro Hero (though we don't know how strong Rock Lock really is).

There's probably more but the biggest one I'd like to mention is known other than Knuckleduster. He is literally in the same position as Izuku (having lost his Quirk) but he still remains a hero despite this, his sense of justice not wavering. Heck, KD is basically what Izuku should've been, both in the beginning and in this epilogue (just not as violent and tactical).

Just imagine seeing adult Izuku (an ACTUAL adult-looking Izuku) in class teaching his students and encouraging Dai and after the day is done, we see him in a new costume fighting some petty criminals off the streets. He then monologues (INTROSPECTIVE, a word the writers kinda forgot about for Izuku), saying that despite losing his Quirk, his drive to help people has not gone. He's continued to work out, gaining about 5-12% Full Cowl levels of strength as well as support gear from Mei (honestly, I'd rather see these two together over Ochako. Or even Melissa. They would have Izuku's back far more than his classmates).

Hi @ultimateemerl 👋

That was my reaction to the final chapter too.

Also I agree, I would have loved to have seen Izuku as a Knuckleduster-esque hero (using support gear from Mei and Melissa' support Industries) doing teaching alongside this to show that even after losing OFA, he can be a hero.

Having Izuku waiting on All Might (and Bakugou 🤢) to save the day with the Iron Izuku suit felt OOC and forced. At the beginning of MHA, Izuku would have found a way to act as a hero himself rather than wait on outside help.

Speaking of that, how and why did none of Class 1A act to help Izuku during this time? Especially when Momo, Iida, and Shoto have the funds to do so, and Momo has her creation quirk?

How did Izuku seriously get left in the dust for six years by his classmates and friends (aside from the odd text) because they're "so busy" when now there's a bloating of heroes and a decrease in villains? I sense some fake friends who left Izuku in the dust as soon as he could be of no further use to them.

So yes, I would also prefer to see Izuku working with Mei and Melissa over Class 1A as a collective at this point.

[black-flames-and-cherry-flowers]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Hatake Kakashi Characters: Haruno Sakura, Hatake Kakashi Additional Tags: Romance, Demon Sakura, Obsessed Kakashi, Physics Teacher Kakashi, Summoning Ritual, Alternate Universe, Non-Canon Relationship, Kakashi Summoned A Demon And Now He Has To Deal With It, Light Bondage, Blindfolds, Sensory Deprivation, Feather Play Summary:

Kakashi Hatake, a physics teacher obsessed with proving the existence of the afterlife and its relation to black holes, ends up performing a magical ritual when science fails him. This ritual summons a demon into his life, one that may help him with his work in exchange for something.

This is the part two of the fic, mature or explicit texts don’t do well her for me, so here you have the link. 

[sinnbaddie]

Sasuke wanting to kill Kakashi makes a lot of sense when it comes to Sasuke’s view of himself.

Sasuke’s fully content being destroyed by the path of revenge if it means he can reach his goal. We saw that all the way in early OG.

That’s part of why his relationship with Kakashi is so complicated. Kakashi isn’t entirely against the concept of revenge itself (see his support of Shikamaru) but what gets to him the most is the destruction of oneself to complete it.

Itachi tells Sasuke he has to kill his best friend if he wants to defeat him. Even after Itachi dies, Sasuke still tries to fight Naruto, but in the end he can’t (emotionally and physically atp).

Kakashi’s teachings didn’t reach Sasuke because he refused to learn them and when he’s met with him again years later during Sakura’s suicide mission, he’s not only refused to learn them but actively looks down on them. Kakashi’s very core traits go against Sasuke’s line of thinking; “destruction of oneself to achieve a goal is inhumane to your person” Vs “losing one’s self to the path to get to the goal is the only way to achieve it”.

He needed to be rid of Kakashi because his person was proof that his ideology was wrong, but it also aided in his own destruction. I think on some level Sasuke thought he needed to be destroyed since he was the only one left. He had nothing, he didn’t feel like a person and then his teacher saw him as one and he couldn’t stand it.

He felt like he needed to kill Naruto because he was proof that he could love and be loved, killing Kakashi was no different. Both of them saw Sasuke for who he was and he couldn’t have people who saw him as a person - as a living human being - be alive.

Sasuke didn’t want a future, he didn’t want to feel like a kid, or a teenager. He didn’t think he’d live that far and he didn’t think he deserved to.

When I rewatch that scene between Kakashi and Sasuke I don’t think Sasuke is being cocky or arrogant because he thinks he’s better than him, I think how sad his life is that he felt the need to rid one of the two people who saw him as a person worthy of living.

[23raccoons]

naruto should’ve have been the scrawniest, smelliest, little pencil mustached four-foot nine gremlin of a fourteen to fifteen year old boy in the start of the series. he failed the graduation test three times, and should have spent at least a year or a semester in class with neji, lee, and tenten (with the joke that he pays so little attention in class he has no idea who they are upon reunion at the chunin exams)

like my guy is getting bullied, absolutely roasted in class for still being there by the students and the teachers. kakashi specifically points out that he is distinctly older than sasuke and sakura, and then they're all just twelve? even if naruto is the oldest one it's only by like six months? and sasuke’s own birthday isn’t that close to sakura’s. kakashi also points out haku is probably the same age as naruto and not the team as a whole. even if the story starts just after sasuke’s twelfth birthday, you could probably squish all of the events through the sasuke retrieval mission in before naruto turns thirteen. 

and the glow up from the timeskip, puberty hitting naruto hard af, so he comes back to konoha and has shot up a whole foot and all he does is train and eat, so he’s really started to gain muscle. nearly as tall as kakashi, but more built, and sakura hardly comes up to his chin and she’s like ‘wtf, is naruto hot?’ and sasuke sees him and it starts a whole other complex because now he has to physically look up at naruto because he's just so much bigger. aggggh

[juwbywrites]

Anko's advice

Just a little exceperpt from my fic

Not too far ahead, the Jonin were having a conversation of their own

"So, can I get any details on you and Kurenai? Every time I ask about you and her, she clams up on me," questioned Anko

Asuma coughed on his cigarette, "Well, you know you can't rush these things."

Kakashi looked at Asuma," I know we don't talk much, but I seem to remember when you got back to the village, you said something like, I'm going to tell her how I feel, Kakashi put a hand to his chin and looked up thoughtfully" Wasn't that three years ago at this point?"

Asuma sighed. "Yeah, I did say that it's just complicated,"

"Complicated; I never figured you for someone who dances around feelings, especially for three years," said Anko, frustrated by the lack of initiative taken between her friends.

"Look, before I left, she confessed to me, and I rejected her; I changed a lot since then, but I still feel like that asshole I was before; every time I start to talk to her about it, I just feel guilty,"

Anko paused for a moment before saying

"Yeah, you were kind of an asshole before you joined the guardians."

Kakashi nodded in agreement.

"Real comforting guys"

Asumas took a puff of his cigarette and looked up,

"I don't know why she liked me back then, I was just an angry inconsiderate douche with daddy issues, but I guess she saw something in me."

"You mind if I give some unasked-for advice," asked Anko

"I would say no, but you'll just say it anyway."

"You're not the only one who changed; Kurenai has, too. She's not the same girl who liked you. Don't let your past hold you back from being happy. Also, confess to her so she'll stop bugging me with letters."

"Letters?" Asuma raised his eyebrows

"Yeah, Kurenai is a lot more open when she writes; I come home to letters all the time, filled with just emotional blah," Anko said, exasperated by her best friend's antics.

"Letters, huh? That might be a good idea," Asuma mumbled to himself.

"What did you say"

"Nothing, let's talk about something else. How's your genin doing?"

Anko perked up, and she gave Asuma a detailed and slightly exaggerated version of her team's accomplishments.

Asuma gave an impressed whistle.

"Man, I wish my team had that amount of motivation; it's a struggle to get through team training,"

"Really, that bad?" Kakashi asked

"Our training time is cut short due to all of them doing clan training throughout the week, so they half-ass it when it's with me," explained Asuma

"Maybe Anko can give you some advice."

"Wait, why me."

Kakashi gestured back at their team.

"The kids put in the work, but you created the schedules and exercises and identified their strengths and weaknesses after only a few days with them. You're a good teacher, Anko, and you should take pride in that."

Anko blushed slightly under the praise.

"Fine, I guess I am an amazing teacher."

She turned to Asuma

"Go ahead and tell me a little about them."

Asuma started

"Well. The three of them have a very interesting dynamic. They are basically siblings in how they act, and the only thing that I can give them credit for is that they have outstanding teamwork. They showed that to me when they passed my test.

"Choji is a follower through and through. He doesn't like conflict, verbal or physical, and he is perfectly content with eating instead of training. "

"Ino is the emotional leader of the three. Usually, I can only get all three of them to commit to something when she yells at them both to do it. But she hates doing any physical activity, and I think being a ninja is around eight or nine on her list of priorities in life. And Shikamaru, "

Asuma sighed, "The kid has to be one of the smartest people I ever met, and he's twelve, but it's like he's in a state of constant burnout for most things around him; they have potential, but it's hard to give guidance on techniques you know nothing about."

Anko thought over everything Asuma said for a second

"Yeah, it sounds like the three of them feel like they are forced to be ninjas, which, if you think about it, is kinda true."

"Really, how do you figure?"

"There are the kids of the most famous team in Konoha outside the Sanin, and all three of them are future clan heads. Not being a ninja was never an option."

Asuma nodded, and he resonated with that feeling of being trapped in something just because of what family you were born into.

"You should probably share your experiences with them; it might help," suggested Anko.

Asuma nodded

Thanks, Anko. I've never considered that I taught teams before, so I was just approaching this like they were a regular team; I've never been too good at what that saying you always use, looking underneath the leaves,"

"Underneath the underneath," Kakashi corrected.

"Yeah, that."

Asuma blew out a smoke ring and looked over at Anko

"Anything else, professor?"

Anko rolled her eyes at the nickname and began to think of more specific strategies.

"For Choji, you should make him take more assertive stances. Offering food as a reward for finishing team training or exercising could make him push his teammates. "

"Ino is a little more tricky. maybe threaten to tell her dad about her lack of effort. If that doesn't work, then my only suggestion is to talk with Inoichi. He spoils her rotten and is probably the only person who can kick her into gear."

"So, like you're suggesting, I use bribes and blackmail."

Anko shrugged

"If it works, it works."

[animeshrink]

Naruto...A Lesson in Attachment

This is Naruto Uzumaki.

And so is this.

So, how did he go from doing this:

Desecrating and vandalizing the village

To doing this:

Leading it.

We'll explore that, but first want to start where it all began.

Attachment!

These are Naruto's parents: Minato Namikaze, his dad. All around great shinobi, a prodigy, super talented, became Hokage at a really young age. And Kushina Uzumaki, his mom, quite an impressive kunoichi (female shinobi) in her own right.

So, yes, from the start Naruto had an extra leg-up with two loving parents who loved him and cared for him.

At least for a couple of hours.

Yes, he lost both of his parents as a newborn. So, what happened to that child? Well, it's below, but first a lesson about attachment and why it's important.

First there are four types of attachment:

Secure - confident, non-reactive, comes back from adversity; kids feel safe, secure, and trusting

Adult Naruto and his own family.

2. Avoidant-Dismissive - Independent, show little emotional needs, unemotional, little physical contact, manage own distress

Hear me out here, I would say Little Sasuke (sahs-kay) and his relationship with his father. Sasuke was independent and parents focused their attention primarily on his older brother. He eventually grew to become self-reliant and used other people to get his needs met, forming very few attachments along the way.

3. Disorganized/ Avoidant-Fearful - Inconsistent emotional support, crave attention from but also fear caregivers; often stemming from trauma

Anybody with this man, Orochimaru. Orochimaru thrived on creating disorganized attachments in the children he experimented on, kidnapped, worked with.

Or anybody with Danzo. Both preyed on orphans and their lack of secure attachments.

4. Anxious - Inconsistent parenting, so seeks reassurance to elicit caring response. May become really attached, dependent on others in a relationship to fulfill emotional needs, may become preoccupied with others. Place high hopes on others and get attached to potential. Sounds a little like our hero.

Inconsistent parenting

Granted, it wasn't the village leader's job to raise him, but he did step up and take responsibility for him. Just was inconsistent.

Becomes easily attached and preoccupied with others and their potential.

He literally chased Sasuke around for years (!) to force a friendship. He became obsessed not with the person Sasuke was, but the person he could be.

No matter how many times Sasuke tried to kill him or refused to come home.

Anxious attachment.

Poor attachment also can lead to behavioral struggles.

And poor academic performance

Naruto finished last in his academy class and failed three times.

So, what changed?

Healthy Relationships!

Iruka sensei, his first teacher, and ramen!

Team 7! Sasuke, Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi-sensei!

And friends!

*As always, this post is for entertainment-educational purposes only. If you do need mental health assistance, please reach out to a local (!) mental health provider. If in crisis, please in the US, call 988.

[douwalla]

Hey, first off, I wanna say, I love your KakaAnko drawings, they are PEAK.

And second, my question is: Don't you think that, it would be hilariously ironic that, unlike most ships in Naruto, Kakashi and Anko would be that one couple where, the woman isn't dependant on the guy, and moreover, it's the other way around?

Because I am pretty sure, Anko would be well-informed over how deep Kakashi's trauma with his own team, his father and his teacher would run, so she may make a lifelong promise in that, she will attain Snake Sage mode (without telling him), and taking her former teacher's pseudo-immortality, to become practically tough to kill, period, while still being able to grow old, unlike him.

Just a heartwarming idea I am putting out there, food for thought.

Thank youu 🥺

The interesting thing about this ship is that you have the freedom to play with how they would act as a couple in a variety of ways depending on which aspect of their characteristic side you want to focus on; it will be different each time. Also, as you said, anko is so independent, as we can see most of her missions are solo, and if she and kakashi get together, they will respect the most important thing for eachother, and Anko values independence more than anything else. They will have eachother's back in other things emotionally, physically, mentally, and in personality aspects, and yeah, they both hate orochi, but anko lives to kill him, and if she achieved that, she'll be the happiest woman on the planet.

[theuchihalawyer]

Thoughts on Obito?

Sorry if this is too long lol, I just really like him and I despise how he's misunderstood.

Obito is actually my second favorite character. Even when I didn't know he was Tobi/Madara disguise yet, when I watched Kakashi past, I grew fond of Obito immediately.

First of all, what I don't like is that he's reduced to a "simp" by the fandom. It's like, a reallly bad mischaracterization for Obito. Obito is brillant, well-written. For me, he has even more depth and matters more than other popular characters.

But well, Obito was a child soldier, a 13/12 year old kid in the middle of an ongoing war. He was ostracized for being below the standards of the Uchiha clan, he acknowledged this, calling himself "the black sheep of the Uchiha", he always got surpassed by others and had no family but team Minato, where Kakashi didn't even respect him until he was in the middle of dying, and always turned him down. Obito grandma was a filler. He never had anyone but Rin and very briefly Minato.

Half of Obito's body gets mutilated, he has no leg, no eye, no face, no arm, he got CRUSHED during a mission against the opponents of the village he wanted to protect, while saving his comrades, but he gets "rescued" and sewed by Madara, Madara tells him the shinobi world is too rotten, corrupted and since it won't change — it must be destroyed, and that he'll realize soon. He tells Obito he won't be capable of being a ninja in his state, but he still has hope, despite being in such gruesome situation. Obito doesn't believe him, he spends most of his time thinking about his team while he recovers (which was incredibly painful and discomforting..people tend to ignore that, like, Obito really suffered during the time he was kidnapped by Madara), desperately wanting to see his team again, they give him the strength to recover, to do his absolute best! And then he does get the chance and goes back to see his team after a long time of being "trapped", of struggling, of the whole process he went through. But? It was for nothing. He watches one of the only persons who believed in him, kill herself with Kakashi's attack (which was a technique perfected by having Obito's sharingan) the guy he gave his life for, and she does it for Konoha, for what she was taught was right, that she was nothing more than a tool (and no one will remember her sacrifice, the village won't, but Kakashi and Minato, who dies later.)

Obito was destroyed mentally and physically, noticing Madara was right, but also because everything he went through, he says that he's living a horrible nightmare, and the horrible nightmare is the shinobi world. Rin, and everything he went through, the war, Sakumo, his own "death", etc made him completely notice the reality of Madara words and the system. The system it's corrupt, and it wasn't going to change at all. Rin died, she died because she was taught her life wasn't as important as the village, why? Because of Konoha fascist regime, and like it manipulated Rin, it was manipulating every child soldier and pretty much every generation (haven't seen it change yet lol) and if that system never changed, there would never be peace (it never changed during Obito whole life, the corrupted system never changed, Obito saw this happen his whole life. Over and over)

All of this happened because of the shinobi system, the will of the fire, and he began realizing it. And how was he? His body was mutilated, his love interest died, and a person close to him killed her, where was his teacher? Nowhere to be seen, just like when he "died", he was kidnapped, Madara promises him a better "world" if he comes back to him. He had just lost everything. He sees nothing but cruelty through his whole damned life, why? Because of the shinobi system, so he reveals against it. That's what I really like. Rin was just a catalyst to Obito view of the shinobi system and world in general, and no, his actions aren't because of Rin only, because if it was that way, he'd just revive her with the Edo Tensei, besides the fact he's not in love with her anymore after those years, and his ideology about the shinobi system being corrupt started before Rin's death, it was Sakumo death too, and Minato explaining it to him. But yeah, no, he's a simp in half of the fandom's eyes, lol

I also don't think Madara "brainwashed" him or controlled him, not enterily, Madara did chose him (stated by Zetsu) but Obito himself saw with his own eyes the fascist regime that wasn't going to change, neither end, qnd for what? To be reduced to a simp.

Obito was a victim, yes, but anyways, I won't defend the clan massacre that he participated in, neither the Kyuubi attack, people he murdered and the war. Anyways, I love his character. He's my favorite and always will be. :]

[sumikigeto]

Sumirin fanfic (ocxoc)

Sumirin :3

What you need to know:

sumiki: long black hair down to ankles with white roots and tips, pale, dark purple eyes, missing left eye (she cut it out), bangs covering left eye, scar on mouth, self harms, bandages on arm, 16, likes vocaloid, artist, suicidal, ugly, nonverbal, shy, short 4’11, dosnt show any emotion, eating disorder, likes getting hurt, mean, can’t use jujitsu, nurse, picky eater, megumis sister, normal jujitsu uniform with short sleeves, a long skirt and tights, born march 3rd 2001, trans male to female, big eyes, long fingernails, black painted nails, favourite colour is purple, hates food, has a quiet soft voice, hates people, small fanged teeth,

rin:

(Appearance: Short fluffy blonde hair, pale skin, green left eye and blue right eye (heterochromia). 5'5 feet tall. He wears the normal Jujutsu Tech uniform with a pink scarf and fingerless gloves.)

(Age: 15 years old.)

(Personality: Very supportive, optimistic, bright, always willing to help, outgoing, kind, very sweet, talkative, and very curious. Rin has a hard time reading the room or understanding social cues, and he is slightly clueless. Rin is very affectionate and loves physical touch. He never seems to run out of energy. The sunshine ever ❤️)

(Rin random information/trivia: Rin gets cold very easily.

Rin loves art.

Rin has an extremely high pain tolerance.

Rin is multilingual, and he is able to speak English, Japanese, and Korean.

Rin has a VERY large appetite (bigback frfr).)

Sumiki was walking through the halls of jujutsu high when a boy around her age who had blonde hair a nice uniform and a pink scarf around his neck. He accidentally ran into her, and they both fell to the floor, but right when she was about to yell at him, he immediately picked her up and placed her back down on her feet and started apologizing frantically.

Rin: “IM SO SORRY!!! I-I’m new here!”

Sumiki: “ are you new to the school or are you new to earth being new here? Doesn’t mean you can just run into people whenever you want.”

Rin: “I-I’m sorry… I’m rin!”

Sumiki: “..no”

Rin: “no? What do you mean no?”

Sumiki: “your not getting my name”

Rin: “atleast let me know your last name”

Sumiki: “yu”

Rin: “yu? That’s pretty cute. we got this far so what’s your first name?”

Sumiki: “fuck”

Rin: “so your name is fuck yu- HEY!!”

Sumiki: “fine. Sumiki geto”

Rin: “cute name for a cute girl

Sumiki punches him away and then starts walking down the hallway. Rin wakes up 5 minutes later and Immediately goes to class once he gets there his new teacher gojo calls him in

Gojo: “rin!! Everyone this is rin Kakashi!!”

The room goes very very very, very, very, very, very very very very very very very very very very, very, very, very quiet other than yuji clapping

yuji: “YAY RIN- rin.. why is everyone quiet…”

Rin: “where sumiki”

gojo: “OH sumiki! That’s my kid she dosnt go here”

megumi: “she has no technique so she can’t be a sorcerer”

ayumi: “she’s very cute though”

Megumi hits Ayumis head

ayumi: “ow!”

megumi: “she comes to sit in here sometimes”

rin: “Kay!!”

after that, and after a few days later, Sumiki started hanging out with Rin a lot like more than she’s ever ever hung out with anyone which was weird because she doesn’t even hang out with her family so why would she hang out with some random guy but after a month or two, gojo notice something they would be holding hands a lot and Gojo even Rin kissing Sumiki on the cheek once they weren’t just friends, and Gojo was the only one who knew.

One night all the first years were having a sleepover/movie night and Sumiki wanted to join because Rin was there 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

gojo said yes bc he’s so silly pookie and also he was having a girls night with shoko and utahime (yes it’s a girls night bc gojo is a femboy)

sumiki and Megumi were putting on the movie

Megumi: “how about… the conjuring?”

sumiki: “megumi you screamed like a little girl and was clinging to ayumi last time we watched saw4!”

ayumi Who was doing face masks with Nobara answers

ayumi: “it’s true Fushi”

megumi: “still I want you guys to scream”

sumiki: “nah you want ayumi to scream in your bed-“

megumi hits sumiki

megumi: “shut up!!!!”

sumiki: “It’s true.. you guys are as loud as Hikari and dad-“

megumi starts hitting sumiki repeatedly

sumiki: ow! Ow! Ow! OW! HEY STOP IT AYUMI-CHAN!!! Your boyfriends hitting me!!!”

ayumi: “megumi stop hitting her or you can cuddle yuji during the movie”

Yuji dose uh… 😏 this face to megumi and megumi looks disturbed

megumi: “ok I’ll stop”

rin walks in with a shitton of snacks (the fatty)

Sumiki perks up when she sees rin. Her face turning red

rin: “hey geto are you sick? You look red”

sumiki turns away and scowls at him

ayumi: “rin-San!!! You got food!?”

rin: “yeah!! And I’m ordering some more wanr to help”

ayumi: “yeah!!!”

they both walk into a different room snd megumi and sumiki turn to each other looking angry

sumiki: “get your bubblegum haired girlfriend away from my rin”

megumi: “you get your golden retriever ‘boyfriend’ away from my gf”

They keep fighting until rin and ayumi come back. Megumi pulls ayumi into his lap. Sumiki notices and trying putting rin in her lap but she was a lot smaller and weaker than rin. Her weak body couldn’t handle his fatness

Rin: “sumiki why don’t you sit in my lap?”

sumiki: “fine!”

sumiki reluctantly sits in his lap.. feeling warm and nice.. she cuddles closer and falls asleep..

When the movie ends rin puts down sumiki and goes to the skibidi toilet to take a shit from the 67 mangos he ate (god kill me)

when he came back everyone was asleep (he took two hours shitting) exept sumiki who was awake

Rin: “Sumi?”

sumiki: “oh hi”

rins mind: “she let me call her that? She hates nicknames… maybe I’m special, I should dance- wait no”

rin: “hey why are you awake?”

sumiki: “I was cold”

rin: “wanna cuddle”

sumiki: “Rin I’m not soft.. I don’t cuddle I don’t love.. I’ll just hurt you if I get close”

Rin: “..Sumi you can stab my heart out and I wouldn’t be mad.. you mean so much to me”

Rin pulls her close and cups her cheek

sumiki: “rin-“

he kisses her just for a second before pulling back

rin: “can I do that?.. I don’t wanna-

SHE KISSES HIM!!! LETS GO BOYS SUMIRIN!!!

he freezes for a second before leaning into it

rin: “sumiki what if the others wake up..”

sumiki: “just one more minute..”

5 minutes later they both were out of breath

(no they didn’t fuck they were just making out)

rin carried sumiki back to her sleeping bag and they fell asleep cuddling each other

(ayumi, yuji and gojo took photos in the morning)

AHHHH