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[praisingkuroosbedhead]

first kiss with the jjk men

satoru gojo

“Oh? You’re blushing already and I haven’t even kissed you yet”

Gojo kept staring at you with that mischievous grin, piercing blue eyes moving from your eyes down to your lips and back to your eyes again.

Taking all of you in, enjoying your anticipation way too much.

But when he finally lets out a low chuckle and pulls you close - he means it. One long forearm wrapping around your waist, one hand tangled around your hair. Completely in control, kissing you like you’re his.

He’s messy, and doesn’t take it slow. He kisses you like he wants to explore every inch of you and you realise that even for all the teasing, the anticipation was killing him too.

choso kamo

Choso is sweet, even hesitant at first. He looks at you before he closes the gap, both hands cupping your cheeks as he mutters a soft

“Can I...?”

When you nod yes, his lips find yours gently, barely brushing together before his hands move to your back and he pulls you into an intense, reverent kiss.

He kisses you like you’re his to protect, like something sacred he’s afraid to break but can’t help how much he wants it.

“You don’t know how much you mean to me” he says between ragged breaths, pulling away just enough to look at you and brush your hair back, before leaning in to kiss you again.

suguru geto

Geto’s energy is magnetic, and he looks at you like he knows you’ve been thinking about this way too much before either of you had ever even said it.

He places one hand on your chin, gently tilting it up to meet his gaze, enjoying the agonizing wait with calculated purpose.

“How long have you been waiting for this?” he smirks, his voice smooth like velvet, as he pulls you in slowly, savouring every moment.

His kiss is sensual, intimate, seducing you with every brush of his lips and every twirl of your tongues. He doesn’t give too much too soon, taking his time in savouring how you unravel under his touch.

kento nanami

Nanami is composed, ever the perfect gentleman.

But when his restraint begin to falter, you can see it all over his face. The way his jaw tenses, how he looks into your eyes with such longing and only exhales when you look back at his.

He waits, giving you time, like he’s waiting for you to feel safe.

“I don’t want to rush this” he says, one hand on your middle back, a thumb brushing your cheek before he pulls you close into a warm, sincere kiss.

His tongue moves with yours expertly, never pushing too far but way too skilled at leaving you completely stunned.

He exhales sharply after, like the restrait is killing him. “Would you let me do that again?”

ryomen sukuna

Sukuna’s kiss is intoxicating, overwhelming in a way that can only leave you begging for more.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” he smirks before pulling you into an intense, primal kiss.

He doesn’t wait for permission - he already knows you’re his. In fact, he almost kisses you like he’s challenging you to lie and say you’re not.

The way you unravel under his touch has him smiling against your lips, hands exploring every inch of you, grabbing and pulling way too hard but leaving you completely addicted.

“You’re mine. Say it”

toji fushiguro

“You’ve been looking at me like that all night, and you thought I’d do nothing about it?”

Toji already has you caged in, large muscular body wrapped around you, one hand on your lower back and the other grabbing the back of your neck, before he pulls you into a posessive and raw kiss.

He doesn’t do gentle, he kisses you like he wants to devour you. He picks you up with ease, firm hands on your thighs as you feel his warm breath against your skin, pinning you to the wall.

He is so physical, so good with his hands, but whenever you whimper a bit too loudly you see a rare moment softness appear, pulling away just enough to check if you’re still ok.

Before dominating you with another rough kiss again.

thank you for reading! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

dividers by: @uzmacchiato

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

JJK MEN KISSING HABITS

I'm back with another treat :D

Characters: Gojo Satoru | Geto Suguru | Toji Fushiguro | Nanami Kento | Choso Kamo.

Any Sleep Token fans here?

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‎GOJO SATORU ♡

‎A huge tease.‎

He always leans in way too close, lips just barely brushing yours… then stops.‎

He waits to see who breaks first you or him.‎

Kissing is a game to him, a challenge that he sets.‎

He always has that smug little smirk drawn on his face.‎

He’ll whisper something like "you nervous?" just to mess with you.‎

He starts with slow, lazy kisses as if tasting dessert, two fingers under your chin tilting your head. ‎

Give it a few seconds and he's flipping it, sudden, rough, devouring kisses that catch you off guard, that you weren't prepared for.‎

He turns slow kisses into a heavy make out session in a matter of seconds. ‎

Definitely can’t keep his hands to himself, he kisses using his whole body.‎

One hand tilts your chin, guiding the kiss.‎

The other sneaks under your shirt, fingertips trailing over your skin leaving goosebumps there.

Then moves down to grip your hips tightly, squeezing just to hear your breath hitch.

He playfully slides his knee between your legs and push your buttons.

He smirks into the kiss whenever he hears your soft sounds.

Your gasps and soft moans turn him on even more and push him to kiss you senseless.

Very playful while kissing, he would bite your bottom lip, or lick it and laughs at you softly when you get flustered.

He knows the effect he has on you and he knows how to use it, in his favor.

Afterwards, he always rests his forehead against yours.

Literally breathless and a total hot mess after devouring each other.

Still teasing, "Hmm not bad, wanna try again?"

Your lips drive him insane.

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‎GETO SUGURU ♡

‎Suguru is not in a rush. He kisses like he’s got all the time in the world to love you.

His hands doesn't roam a lot, one hand cups your cheek softly brushing your skin with his thumb and the other hand on your waist fixing you in place and pulling you impossibly close to him.

He loves to make you ache for his lips.

So he starts with a kiss on your forehead, on the tip of your nose, on your cheeks, on your jaw line, building thay sexual tension kiss by kiss, till finally he kisses your lips.

When the kiss deepens and he starts to lose control, he squeezes your waist hard to ground himself.

It makes you jumpy since you're ticklish so he laughs into your mouth.

That sweet soft low chuckle, it makes your heart burst.

He Kisses with purpose , every second, every movement is intentional, he knows what he's doing.e

He's memorizing you.

He's memorizing the taste of tour lips

He's memorizing the sounds you make.

He's memorizing the feeling and the way you lean into him.

He notices every single thing you do, the way you hold your breath right before be kisses you.

He loves it when you grab at his bicep, and feel his muscles, he lives for that, especially that he's way bigger than you.

He loses it when you run your hand through his hair or tug on it, man starts growling.

He mumbles a lot into kisses, whispering things like "mine", "I love you", "you drive me crazy".

And the way he says these things, his voice, makes your knees weak.

Afterwards, he rest his forehead against yours, eyes still closed breathing heavily "one more kiss".

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‎TOJI FUSHIGURO ♡

‎This man doesn't believe in the term soft kissing.His kisses are rough, desperate, greedy and controlling.‎

Toji doesn’t initiate kisses often, but when he does he usually initiates a heavy make out session, and its whether after a fight, when adrenaline’s high or when he’s jealous as hell and needs to remind you who you belong.‎

He kisses you as if he's claiming you. ‎

Before he kisses you, he presses his whole body against yours.‎

He pins you to the wall, trapping you.‎

His hand flat beside your head as he keeps that intense eye contact. ‎

He always starts with neck kisses rough and wet, a strong start to hook you up into his kiss.‎

No gentle warm-up, just full-on lips and tongue dragging down your skin.‎

He turns you into a moaning mess before he even reaches your mouth.‎

Toji loves to mark you.‎

He bites, hard enough to bruise so he can see them later and smirk.‎

His hands roam constantly, always end up on your ass, squeezing, pulling you closer.‎

Might lift your leg up around his waist and grind his hips against you.

Grabs your neck not too tight, just enough pressure to make your heart race.‎

When he finally kisses your lips they're always sloppy, wet, and open-mouthed, he literally devours you.‎

Always uses tongue, always deep, like he’s trying to taste your soul.‎

It’s hot, messy, and makes you lose all sense of time.‎

He kisses you like it’s a battle, like he’s trying to prove something.‎

But when Toji’s emotionally vulnerable, his kisses turn shaky like he doesn’t know how to handle the feeling of wanting someone that bad or how to handle you.‎

Afterwards, he says nothing he just buries his face in your neck, breathing heavy.���

But his grip around you never loosens.

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‎NANAMI KENTO ♡

‎Before he kisses you, he always rests his forehead against yours.

His eyes closed, breathing you in, like he's recharging, grounding himself in your presence.‎

His thumb gently brushes your lips.‎

And then, in that soft voice of his, he whispers, "Can I?"‎

Once you nod, it’s all the permission he needs, it's like giving him the greenlight to do whatever he wishes to you.‎

He leans in slowly.‎

He always starts with soft, feather-light, cotton candy-gentle, kisses.‎

He always begins with short, tender kisses, then trails to your cheek, your neck, his lips lingering longer each time.‎

When he finally deepens the kiss, it’s still slow but more emotional.‎

He wants to memorize it, engrave it into his brain, so he can remember it whenever he misses you at work.‎

One hand cups your cheek, his thumb caressing it softly.‎

The other rests on the small of your back, holding you protectively.‎

Nanami hates rushed kisses.‎

If you kiss him too messily or urgently, he’ll pull back just slightly and murmur against your lips "Slower. Properly"‎

And then he kisses you the way he wants to be kissed as if he owns the night, as if the time stopped. ‎

He's very intimate, very serious when it's about you.‎

He adores it when you hold onto him, clutching his shirt, wrapping your arms around his neck like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded to earth.‎

It makes something inside him melt.‎• If your hair gets in the way, he’ll gently tuck it behind your ear.‎

His kisses feel like he's making up for all the time he spends at work and not by your side. ‎

Every kiss with Nanami feels like being loved out loud, deeply, calmly, completely.‎

Afterward, he presses a soft kiss to your temple, then pulls you into his chest.‎

Hand on your back, letting you rest against him.‎

No words,  just quiet, steady comfort.

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‎CHOSO KAMO ♡

‎ This man worships you and his kisses are pretty much the proof.

Kissing you is sacred to him, he doesn’t take it lightly.‎

With him every kiss has a meaning, has a story of its own.‎

He always starts slow, tender kisses on your shoulders, your neck, your collarbone, your hands, even your fingertips.‎

His hands are unbelievably gentle.‎

He holds you like you’re made of glass, very careful. As if one wrong move might make you disappear.‎

He holds deep eye contact before kissing you.‎

His gaze roams every inch of your face with awe.‎

When his eyes drop to your lips, that’s when it becomes difficult to hold back.‎

While kissing he’ll follow your pace, no questions asked.‎

If you're soft, he's softer. If you're rough, he’s ready to lose control with you.‎

If you're in a soft mood then he’ll cup your face in both hands, eyes closed, breathing you in, kissing you so gently.‎

If things get heated and you'd like to be more bold then he’ll pull you onto his lap, gripping your hips tightly.‎

That soft man flips fast, he becomes wild, hungry, unhinged in the best way.‎

And he shows you how dangerous he can be.‎

He kisses you hard enough to make you forget your own name, to make you lightheaded.‎

His arms tightly wrapped around you, not letting you pull away even for a second.‎

"Stay" he whispers in his low, raspy voice , his breath hot against your lips.‎

If you're into it, he'd bite your shoulders, marking you with deep hickeys that he kisses over afterward.‎

He always tilts his head, deepening the kiss like he’s trying to merge into you.‎

He slips out soft whimpers and moans, especially when you tug his hair or scratch his back.‎

He knows how much you love his sound and he wants you to hear it, the same he loves to hear yours.‎

When you’re both playful, he just stares at you smiling, watches you laugh, and then leans in to kiss you mid-giggle.‎

It makes you laugh even harder, and he grins against your lips.‎

Wfter kissing, he like to keep you seated on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder.‎

He strokes your hair, chest still rising and falling after how hard you were kissing.‎

Then he whispers with the softest smile, "Oh, I love you so much".

‎Who would you kiss?

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

A/N: hiya! I just started watching Naruto this year and now I'm at Shippuden, the Kazekage Rescue Arc to be precise. of course, I easily got smitten with the one and only Kakashi Hatake so here is a lil contribution from me to the fandom!

this got kinda long so the rest is under the cut

Dating Kakashi Hatake Would Include:

BEFORE DATING HIM

I think you've been friends for a loooooong, long time

so the perks are you know each other like the back of your hand!

MAJOR con is it's been REALLY hard to hide the growing crush you have on him!

there's an agonizing struggle of "will he? does he? what does THAT mean????" from your end bc you're only human and attraction to Kakashi is inevitable (lmao)

how can you not fall for him when he's accustomed to every quirk and facial expression? sometimes he can tell what you're needing before you even realize

Kakashi always has a piece of candy that you like with him; he buys something for you while he's out in the market himself because he noticed you're running low on it; he can tell when you're way in your head and if you're looking for just a listening ear or some advice

the both of you are very familiar with each other's apartments, and have gone as far as having certain snacks or drinks in case the other would crash or randomly visit

and, to be fair, in Kakashi's mind he's just behaving how he would around friends or people he trusts

until he gets annoyed when other people start hitting on you (in front of him, too!) he has to convince himself it's just him "being protective"

but then comes a time where you're actually considering going on a date with someone that asked you out (you're just trying to be open on your part, thinking it was a good way to move on anyway)

and that's the moment he realizes his feelings for you... and he'd start avoiding you

which would then confuse the HELL out of you

to be fair he's just as confused as you are, and frustrated too! Kakashi is a full grown man into his late 20s and now he's dealing with something he thought he'd never have to worry about with you

but of course it's you—the one who has listened to him talk about anything, the one with the no-fail jokes that made him laugh, his best friend, the one constant in his life for years

he'd try and push it down, try and get rid of his feelings, but there was no use denying it because he realizes he's about to lose you too

because you're taking his distance as it is, and the confusion feels too much of a betrayal

the realization is enough to send his stomach in flips—he'll lose you if he doesn't do something

so Kakashi snaps out of it and shows up to your door. and you're stunned but angry, rightfully so!

he lets himself in and you're about to bite his head off but then you notice his demeanor: a little more reserved than usual. the hands in his pockets usually make him look nonchalant, but now it makes him look a little awkward.

and then he's apologizing, and you're immediately pinned by the way he's looking at you (it's the first time in weeks since you've seen each other)

“I'm an idiot, there's no other way to go about it. but I realized...” he pauses, and you could see his adam's apple bob from under his black turtleneck. “I don't want you to be with anyone else, but me. I'm sorry it took me this long, I'm sorry I pushed you away.”

honestly, he's not expecting much after that. he just wanted to get that out of his chest, let you know.

but then your brow furrows—you're still furious at him, he could see that. he braces himself when you take a step forward, but all you do is just wrap your arms around him.

“Yeah,” you tuck your face into his neck, and his arms just wrap around your waist. you're not going anywhere. “You're an idiot.”

“Really, that's your takeaway?”

subtle, meaningful touches and gestures that aren't really PDA-level but it's SO intimate it makes your knees weak

YOU'RE DATING HIM NOW

his knee touching yours because he's facing you while you eat at the ramen shop; a hand at the small of your back or lightly squeezing your arm when he passes by you in public; knowing that while you're with him his focus and attention automatically puts you at a priority

sparring and training together. can you imagine the banter? the teasing? OOOOOOH!!

you smirking down at him when he ends up on the ground looking up at you, “Maybe if you didn't stay up late reading, you'd be faster today. Want to take a nap?”

the poof of his shadow clone makes your smug expression drop and you flinch when Kakashi pokes your side, tickling you. “Nah, I'm good. Do you?”

nursing each other's wounds!!! Kakashi would be doting on you a lot when you come back injured, you wouldn't lift a finger when he's around

and you make sure he stays put and really rests when the doctors prescribe him bed rest—he's so stubborn when he wants to be

sorry babes, but I think he's (very) emotionally constipated. that's one of the major things I think the two of you need to work through together. but!! you go about it by talking to each other and really practicing communication and cooperation—all that jazz.

he loves loves LOVES your scent btw, it helps calm him down

his dogs know you and what you smell like too (not to keep tabs on you without knowing! more like a Just In Case thing)

one of the things you'd be so surprised with is how touch-starved Kakashi actually is

in private he is very much a velcro boyfriend: spooning you in bed, his arm around your waist and his face tucked into the back of your head or your nape and falling asleep like that

sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and find that he hasn't slept at all yet, so you play with his hair and that's how he falls asleep (“You should've told me you couldn't sleep.” “I didn't want to wake you.”)

also—him not being able to sleep when you're away on missions (it probably takes all of him not to follow you)

he's a very Acts of Service type of guy, this was already a bit evident when you were friends but it's escalated now that you're dating

he'll do the chores you hate doing

the two of you cook together but on days where you come home from a gruelling mission your favorite meal is prepared and the bed you both share has fresh sheets

and at home, there are days when he just doesn't wear his mask and it just takes you aback a bit

I don't think he's the type to be jealous

Kakashi trusts that when someone else flirts or confesses to you that you'd handle the situation yourself

but when anyone crosses a line? gets handsy or forceful? any sign you're uncomfortable because of someone else while he's around, he's by your side before you finish blinking and the situation's already taken care of

the both of you delve into each other's hobbies and interests. you like reading? you exchange favorite books and have a growing shared shelf. is it art that you like? Kakashi takes note of the art supplies stash you need and prioritizes buying from the brands or types you like. is it music? then he's listening to your CDs, vinyls, playlists with you and LOVES the playlists you make for him.

sometimes you catch him just staring at you with so much emotion in his eyes and it just pins you on the spot

“What?” you ask, smiling at him a little. “It's nothing. And everything.”

the look of confusion on your face vanishes when he pulls you in for a kiss

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

the lovers between forevers ─ words kept still. ⠀⠀⠀⠀boyfriend!shisui, ethereal dreams.

BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who assures you that every star in the sky was created as a promise of his love. according to shisui, your love came from ancient times, so ancient that shisui truly believed that the particles that constituted your soul were actually remnants of cosmic dust from the first universe created. you were the memory of something celestial and shisui was the creation of your divinity. shisui came into existence in your heart and materialized in this world the moment you decided to be someone. during the eternities that formed this world, the love that wrapped your soul around shisui’s grew with the passing of the seasons, becoming stronger with every storm and deeper with every ray of sunshine. with each and every creation in the universe, you promised your love to shisui, offering him the life he deserved to live — full of gifts, creations, lives. and that is why shisui promised you the stars. you gave him life and he would give you death, destruction, existence through chaos. because you gave him a flame, he gave you a fire to warm yourself; you gave him light, he gave you darkness so that you could shine; you gave him the world and all its creations, and he gave you the stars and their death so that there would always be life. ‘our life, our love. in every star that shines, my love for you also shines and it is in them that all my devotion is placed. as long as a star burns, my flame for you will never go out.’

BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who always asks god to protect you before going to sleep. the existence of a god could be debated for hours on end with shisui and it would always come to the same result: who knows? shisui didn’t need to believe strongly in a god to pray. and you also didn’t need to know that he was talking to that divinity every night. he knew that you would never stop bothering him if you knew about this little ritual of his; so, shisui prayed for you in secret, a little confused in his method, never really knowing what to do or say. but every night was eternal for shisui when he charged a little of his belief for your protection. ‘i don’t know if you’re tired of hearing me yet. you probably are. i’ll try to be brief, i promise.’ a promise that was broken night after night when shisui only poured fears and affections into an empty glass that he could only hope would be drunk by someone.

BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who likes to go to the grocery store with you. the most mundane pleasures were shisui’s favorites. he couldn’t explain it, but there was a certain charm in the simplest tasks in life. it was as if the little details were reserved only for ourselves and, if we shared these morsels with someone, we accepted that person as part of us. at least, that’s what shisui believed. as such, when he saw you in your day to day life, enjoying the sweet flavors of life, shisui felt like he was part of you, as if your essences were connected by a force superior to you. and, of so many things he loved to see in you, shisui had to admit that shopping with you for the house was his favorite activity. was there anything more intimate than walking through the grocery store aisles planning meals and leisure with the one you loved the most? in a way, it was almost as if shisui was going to live with you and, during the small minutes spent inside the store, in the illusion of your smiles and choices, shisui could really see his future in a house shared with you. ‘if you let me choose the vegetables, i can make you one of my special dinners just for you. you take the opportunity and choose a puzzle for us to do while drinking that wine you like, how about that?’

BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who gave you a stuffed mushroom that became your son. when shisui gave you that stuffed animal the size of your hand, the idea was to have something that would remind you of him when he was away on missions. however, when you had to leave the village and gave him the stuffed animal to remember you by, that little mushroom became your son. in the winter, shisui would buy little hats and woolen scarves to keep your mushroom warm; in the summer, you would take the stuffed animal to the rivers and lakes so he could see some of the beauty of the world. sometimes the three of you would go on little picnics and there were still times when you and shisui would buy each other a gift under the excuse that it was a special date for the mushroom. ‘i don’t think it’s very healthy for our son to live in two different houses when his parents are together. i think it would be much more practical, and better for our shroom, if the three of us lived under the same roof. it’s just an idea. to watch over our son. what do you think?’

BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who never fails to make you smile. it was incredible how just shisui’s presence was enough to make you smile. it almost seemed like magic, some myth invented by the ancients that could only become reality in the dreams of others. after all, how could someone always make someone else feel human? it didn’t matter what had stolen your smile or how long ago; when shisui discovered this theft from the universe, he was quick to compensate your fragile heart with words of tenderness and occasional kisses of reassurance. in the most aggressive storms, shisui helped you row in the turbulent seas, giving you his heart as a compass and his arms as a ship. on the most tiring days, shisui was quick to welcome you in a blanket of understanding and affection, helping you lie down in a bed of pure love. you knew that if your light threatened to go out, shisui was quick to guard it and protect it from any and all warnings that attacked it. shisui was your safe haven, your friendly shoulder, that person who, regardless of time and place, would always be ready for you, to help you, to love you. and it was in his love that you found your way in this world. ‘listen to me. listen to me well. it’s not your fault that others abuse you. never, not even for a moment, blame your kindness for the malice of others. they are the ones who made mistakes, who abused and hurt you. you had nothing else to give them except your love, and that wasn’t the cause of their betrayal. it’s not your fault, nor will it ever be. they are the ones truly to blame.’

BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who needs to touch you constantly. it was a characteristic of shisui that you simply found adorable. how could shisui, a strong, intelligent, independent man, constantly need you to get through the day? he liked to walk hand in hand with you, and if there was a big crowd or a party going on, shisui liked to hold just one of your fingers with a single one of his. in the calmer moments, he always found your legs to caress, your hair to stroke, and your back to massage. one way or another, day or night, shisui’s need to touch you was proof of the love he constantly offered you, even without meaning to. you could say it was an addiction, a need that went beyond his physical consciousness; you could say it was a habit, a custom that came from past lives and that only accumulated need as the years went by; you could say it was a lot of things, but you knew it was just love — simple as that. ‘you know, sometimes i feel my soul calling for you. when i’m away from you, there’s something inside me that burns my heart with longing for your existence and i find myself looking for any way to put out that fire. many times i only find relief for this pain when i’m with you and feel you next to me. it’s like my soul has come home.’

BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who loves you — simple as that. what else did you want him to tell you? with all the letters, with the syllables well separated and the words perfectly pronounced: ‘i love you’. and that was enough. every day of your life, through the good and bad times; every choice you made, whether they were right or not; your entire existence, as being isolated and being loved; always and forever shisui loved you. what more could you want? what other proof did you want of his love when every day you saw his passion for you in his beautiful eyes, shy smiles, tender kisses? what more did you want when there was no doubt or shadow that he loved you? in the present, in your past lives and in your next existences — shisui loved you, and he would never let that feeling disappear.

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

the lovers between forevers ─ words kept still. ⠀⠀⠀⠀boyfriend!kakashi, yellows of the stars.

BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who likes to surprise you with romantic dinners. even though kakashi is a good cook, the reality is that there was a time when he didn’t like cooking. why waste his time, dirty dishes and food if he would be the only one enjoying the meal? it didn’t make sense to him. but the day you came into kakashi’s life, the day kakashi’s confession wrapped itself around your heart and offered you security, kakashi found the pleasure of cooking. he didn’t know if it was because of your compliments, bright eyes or tender smiles. kakashi didn’t even know if it was for the meal or the company. all kakashi knew was that the world of cooking gained a new comfort when he had you as an audience. his cooking was marinated with all the love he felt for you and all the words he found difficult to say were written on his plates; in a way, cooking became a refuge for kakashi, giving him the freedom to express himself without feeling pressured. every time he wanted to hug you, every time he wanted to love you, kakashi would prepare a small dinner just for the two of you, and during the small moments of preparation and eternities of tasting, nothing mattered but kakashi’s attention to you. ‘the day has been long and quite complicated from what i heard. you can rest now. trust me and let me take care of you.’

BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who believes he was created to love you. in this life, there were no coincidences. every moment was meticulously programmed by the cosmos to fulfill a celestial purpose that went beyond our comprehension. every word was strategically studied in the cosmic libraries of the divinity that guides us. and every person came to this world with the sole purpose of living their life. every person except kakashi. how could he live his life if you yourself were his life? the days gone by and those yet to exist were not kakashi’s; the fabricated and unknown moments did not belong to kakashi; no word other than your name was instilled in kakashi. only you, your name, your presence. in this wicked and dark world, among so many lies and pain, you existed and, with you, every promise of love. because you yourself were the meaning of this feeling. and, as sure as you were the personification of passion, kakashi was the imitation of desire. a desire commanded by the divine that only warmed kakashi’s heart when in your presence. only in your presence, in the presence of passion, did kakashi live — what other doubts could you have? ‘every particle that forms me was molded by your love, sculpting me through your light with the sole purpose of loving you. every word that comes out of me has already been blessed by the stars to be able to guide you in this dark world. all of me, inside and out, body and soul — all of me was made to love you.’

BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who never judges your feelings and truly tries to understand what is in your soul. even though emotions and feelings were a dangerous area for kakashi, he didn’t mind walking through these fields just to hold your hand. be it screams of joy or small jumps of anger, tears of relief or sobs of fear, kakashi was always attentive to what painted your soul. knowing you as well as his own past, kakashi spent years by your side perfectly sculpting all his knowledge about you. in a simple look, kakashi knew he should prepare to hear your frustration and anxieties; in a simple word, kakashi was ready to comfort you and give you extra affection; in a simple gesture, kakashi knew what you needed. no matter how ridiculous or childish you thought you were being, kakashi made you feel valid and heard. any feeling that ran through you flowed to kakashi’s soul as if joining your essences into a single existence without any secrets. a safe haven, a laughing companion, a man who simply loved you so much that he took all your pain and carried it alone. ‘speak to me. tell me what troubles and hurts your soul. tell me all the secrets of your heart and let me keep them in the embrace of my love for you. bare your soul to me and let me love you completely.’

BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who is shy about asking for kisses. it all starts with a small hug. still illuminated by the first rays of sunlight, kakashi wrapped his arms around your waist, gently pulling your body closer to his. his head danced in the air, looking for an opening in that embrace to be able to kiss you. starting to rock your body very gently, kakashi gave you space to look at him, and when the sun was still gray and the birds were still sleeping, kakashi lightly brushed his nose against your face, wanting his lips to hold yours in that first kiss of the day. and everything emerged in the simplicity of your love. on warmer days, when the night told you stories and the stars kept your smiles, with his head in your lap and feeling your fingers running through his hair, kakashi would look at you for a few seconds and you knew he was thinking about kissing you. in the park, after a spontaneous lunch, kakashi would gently squeeze your hand and you would smile before kissing him. in subtle ways, afraid of abusing his privileges as your boyfriend, kakashi asked you for small tokens of your love. because that was exactly what kakashi wanted. a token that he was loved, loved by you. ‘tell me if it’s too much. i don’t want my need to have you to be the reason i lose you. because i don’t want to lose you. promise me you won’t let our love wither away from being constantly watered by me.’

BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who pronounces your name like an incantation. each letter that was drawn in your name was pronounced with a celestial accent that only existed in other lives. each syllable of your name was artistically whispered in a sigh that clung to kakashi with the dust of the oldest stars. your name, so simple that it was, created universes when said, declaimed, loved by kakashi. at any moment, everywhere, to whoever wanted to listen — kakashi sang your name in a timeless melody of pure devotion. magic painted kakashi’s lips whenever your name was mentioned, always drawing a small smile, yes, but felt, capable of lasting eternity. your name was unique, a spell, a word, a promise of love. whenever kakashi prayed your name, you could feel his soul embracing the word, bringing a little of kakashi’s warmth to you. ‘my lips only know the song of your name. it was in your kisses that i learned the lyrics and the melody was created in each smile of yours. there is no other song that i want to hear or play. only your name is capable of filling my soul. and i know that each time i surrender to your name is one step closer to reaching your eternal love.’

BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who falls in love with you every day. how could he not fall in love every day? when you dressed stars and sang constellations; when you drew laughter and created dreams; when you were blessed by the gods and loved by life — how could kakashi not fall in love with you? day after day, night after night. every minute in this world represented another reason for kakashi to love you. in his celestial notebook, kept by the oldest and warmest stars, kakashi wrote down all the reasons to love you: your eyes, your kindness, your jokes; the flame that burns within you, the color of your soul, the peace in your heart. if you asked kakashi how many numbers his list contained, he would just smile and answer very briefly ‘it’s not finished yet’.

BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who didn’t even realize he said he loved you, he just said it. living seemed so natural and so easy with you. you had the power to ease the pain, untangle worries and simply bring peace to the day and to life. everything flowed with you; all the feelings shared by the two of you, all the moments lived, all the dreams fulfilled. loving you was as easy as living — and kakashi only realized now how easy living really was. all he needed was to have you by his side and he was happy in his life. so, when those three cunning words escaped his lips without him realizing, kakashi needed a moment to internalize what had just happened. as he watched your bright eyes, savoring the words he had said on your lips, kakashi realized what he had said. and if he had said it, there was no going back. but, why would kakashi want to go back? he loved you. he had to tell you. ‘i hoped you knew this a long time ago. but, hey, now you are sure. no. i won’t say it again. don’t get used to it.’

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

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.

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.

“…No,” 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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[praisingkuroosbedhead]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!shisui, the laughter of promises.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who loves to hear your voice. whether in the first rays of the day or in the last stars of the night, shisui was enchanted by your voice like a child is with the first snow. with sparkling eyes, attentively capturing all your pronunciation and all your intonations, shisui could only be amazed by you. with what nectar were you planted? with what tears were you watered? with what excellence were you harvested? your words seemed like a lake of serenity covered with water lilies so docile that they sheltered shisui in the creation of a new religion. each word of yours was blessed by the gods and all the stars made sure to guide your thoughts without any rush. and no matter what you said, no matter how you said it, the truth is that shisui would always fall asleep in your charm whenever he heard your sweet, gentle voice. ‘tell me that story about your teacher again and how she locked you out of the room. oh! don’t forget to tell me what you want for your birthday. and when you can come over for dinner!’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who guarantees your safety in the strongest storms. when the wind roared loudly and voices scolded incessantly; when the rain attacked without mercy and memories lashed your ears; when the thunder mixed with lies and the storm on the street found its way to your heart, shisui was there for you. with his hands on your face, in your ears, in your own hands, shisui tried his best to calm you down. gifted with intense patience and cosmic calm, shisui silenced all the friction that left you defeated, managing to silence the screams in your mind with small improvised melodies and making the bright lightning the light that guided you. ‘i know, i know. look at me. you’re fine. breathe in… it’s okay, i’m here with you. exhale… i won’t let anything happen to you. just close your eyes and remember that you’re here in this moment. everything’s okay.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who invites you to watch the sunrise on the summer solstices. neither of you remember how this tradition started, but it hardly mattered. every year, almost at the end of june, shisui blushed slightly when he said goodbye to you with the promise to see you in a few hours. he didn’t know why his cheeks got hot, he also didn’t know why his heart was fluttering every time he heard your confirmation — but there was something in that custom of yours that made shisui shrink in an attempt to contain his happiness. although for many that day was something quite normal, shisui saw it as a refuge from the world. just you, him and the beginning of a new cycle, the beginning of a new promise of eternity. ‘i just arrived at the village and remembered what day it will be tomorrow and… do you want to go to the viewpoint? watch the sunrise? just me and you and all the hope that is yet to be born.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who gets confused when he feels your touch. he knew it was childish. he knew perfectly well that his reaction was only comical for onlookers and totally embarrassing for himself. but he couldn’t help it. every time you touched him, even if it wasn’t intentional, you managed to transmit a bit of your warmth to shisui, warming him up inside, comforting him with a small fire of your essence. star particles from your soul were trapped in shisui whenever you touched him, and in those particles shisui could hear chanting, prayers, infinite voices that repeated the same words in a cycle of eternal devotion. 'i’m yours. i’m waiting for you. i won’t move on without you. you and me.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who is constantly looking for a place just for you. we could say that shisui was looking for privacy. in such a small village, with so many people enjoying its beauty, it was rare to find a more isolated, unknown, forgotten place. in all the parks where shisui almost said the difficult words, there were traces of copied promises. in the various alleys that held your laughter, there was a wide variety of accumulated secrets. in every place, there was always something that turned your special moments into something extremely vulgar, as banal as a dog chasing its tail. that’s why shisui wanted a place just for you. a place that was devoid of memories and stories. a place that gave itself to you, ready to be welcomed into your complicity. ‘i discovered a new park nearby. it’s small, but it’s so cozy. it has a little greenhouse next to it and they let you go pick strawberries there. and a lake! it also has a little lake and i thought of you right away. do you want to go there with me tomorrow? just the two of us?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who feels safe in your smiles. it was funny the way shisui loved you and didn’t even realize it. in your smiles, shisui saw constellations, eternal promises of a cosmic devotion, dozens of fairy tales that used you and him as models for happiness. when you spoke, when you liked what you were saying or hearing, shisui could perfectly distinguish what made him fall in love with you: it was your easy smile, the little lines you created on your face because you couldn’t contain your joy. your natural beauty, blessed by all the stardust and drawn with the most divine features, was what held shisui captive — and it was what left him at peace. with you, with your happiness and kindness, shisui felt good, safe, knowing perfectly well that nothing in this world could take him away from you. ‘i think you have no idea of your impact on my life. you’re not only my closest friend, you’re also the only friendship i truly want to keep. i don’t mind losing everyone, but if i lose you… i wouldn’t be the man i am anymore.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SHISUI who doesn’t want to scare you, but he really likes you a lot. inhale… shisui had known you for more years than he could count and with each year shisui could name all the times he had fallen in love with you. exhale… shisui knew it was love almost immediately — it was a want, an attachment, a need that he had never felt before and that he knew perfectly well he would never feel again, not for anyone else. inhale… shisui had all your stories running in a cinematic marathon in his heart, highlighting every shared laugh and invoking every exchange of glances. exhale… shisui couldn’t tell if it was mutual, or if you already knew his feelings, but none of that mattered at that moment. shisui was now decided. shisui was going to confess to you. ‘i have something to tell you, but i want you to promise me one thing. please, listen to me until the end. i like you, a lot. i know we have a very strong friendship and that i’m probably ruining it right now, but i want you to know this. i like you. that’s it. please, don’t leave.’

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!kakashi, the sprout of hope.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who knows you completely. to kakashi, you were a drawing that constantly underwent changes made by that deity that created you. to kakashi, you were something that should be looked at, studied. all your mannerisms, all your imperfections, all your secrets — nothing about you was strange to kakashi. nothing of what you were or wanted to be, nothing of what you are and will be: kakashi knew you like no one else. no words were needed to feel heard by kakashi; no request was necessary to be understood by kakashi. a simple look was enough. a single look from kakashi and you knew that your soul would finally be seen. ‘i know you’re tired of hearing this, but you have to stop. rest is a fundamental part of growing. you need a break. you can stop. i promise you the world will keep turning, so stop. just for a while.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who is incapable of stop giving you little souvenirs. i mean, how was it possible for kakashi to pass by your favorite food stall and not grab a piece for you? how was it possible for kakashi to see the last book of your favorite trilogy and not read it, annotated and give it to you as a gift? how could kakashi live his life without seeing pieces of your soul in everything around him? in a way, you occupied kakashi’s entire thoughts. it was impossible for him to go a day without thinking about you. like a spell cast by your sweet smile and tender words, your image was all that appeared when kakashi looked for a distraction from all the tiredness he felt. quite simply, kakashi wanted to show you: he wanted to show you how well he knew you; he wanted to show you how caring he could be; but, above all, kakashi wanted to show you that you were always, and forever, on his mind, on his heart, on his soul. ‘i couldn’t remember if you wanted the green one or the blue one, so i brought both. and i can keep the one you don’t want. i don’t mind matching with you.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who doesn’t remember when he stopped hiding from you. time was a pretty funny concept for kakashi: he swore he lived an entire life until he met you, but still, his life only began when he met you. kakashi couldn’t explain it, especially because he knew there was no possible explanation, but he believed you were the owner of the time itself. kakashi was sure you were capable of manipulating the wheels of the cosmos and extending all your moments and memories. and that was why, with absolute certainty, kakashi had stopped hiding. when he spent his entire life with you, when your stories intertwined in an eternal timeline that transcended any cosmic logic, there was no reason to hide. every word was heard between tender smiles and silent looks. all stories were lived with full hearts and warm souls. all emotions were understood between ancestral tears and heavenly laughter. by your side, by the side of the person who gave him life, kakashi didn’t hide himself and never would. ‘i know this will sound strange, especially coming from me, but i don’t think i’ve ever thanked you. for accepting me as i really am, i mean.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who was the only one who knew about the pink tone that appeared on his face in your presence. you didn’t have to do much, actually. sometimes it was a touch — a brief moment that didn’t even reach the first second of its existence, your touches on kakashi always made him smile, laugh, gain a warmer color on his pale face. it didn’t matter if it was a mistake or if you were already shaking kakashi’s arm for mere seconds, the truth is that every time your fingers touched kakashi, every time your essence stole a little of kakashi’s magic, he couldn’t control his heart that, pumping anxiety and nervousness throughout his body, painted his cheeks a more affectionate color. sometimes it was a word — a small compliment that left your mouth carelessly and landed slyly in kakashi’s ears. your voice was the source of your magic. it was impossible for kakashi to control his heat when you praised him, when you defended him, when you confessed. but, of course, with his face so hot and heart racing, kakashi was sure it was all an invention — thank god!, you wouldn’t catch him falling for you. ‘i don’t know what you’re talking about. there’s nothing to hide, so stop it. come on, we’re going to be late. stop thinking about it.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who always arrives on time to accompany you. early in the morning before you go to work or in the tired night when you came back from a dinner with friends. on those lazy afternoons before you go to an appointment or in the cold early morning when you couldn’t sleep. when you told him or when he found out. when you wanted or when you needed. nothing mattered to kakashi. if you were the owner of time, he would be the owner of space and make sure that every empty window would be filled with your presence. it might be pathetic — he thought it was pathetic — but kakashi only wanted to give you what you offered him: the perpetual security of homely comfort. if you gave him your time, he would give you his space. and whenever you wanted, whenever you needed, kakashi would always make sure not a single second was wasted away from you. ‘yesterday you said you were going to leave early to go to an appointment and i just… well, it’s not serious, is it? what’s going on?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who doesn’t know what’s going on with him. kakashi read books, watched movies, listened to stories. it wasn’t a lack of knowledge that haunted kakashi — it was a lack of confidence. how could kakashi, the one who ruins everything and destroys everyone, feel something warm? how could kakashi, the one who swore distance and guaranteed coldness, feel something sweet? how could kakashi, the one who deserved nothing, want to feel everything? with you, kakashi just wanted to feel. feel the fear of losing you, the shame of hurting you, the uncertainty of courting you. with you, kakashi wanted to let himself feel. feel the gratitude of your patience, the hope of your love, the joy of your confirmation. what was happening to him? kakashi was someone unworthy, a person who, no matter how much he wanted, could not achieve that ultimate happiness. but with you, by his side, thinking of you, kakashi thought that maybe, but just maybe, he was worthy of a happy ending.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!KAKASHI who never thought he would have the courage to kiss you. but he did. he kissed you. kakashi left the voices in his head, those that once sang fados of loss and began to learn ballads of hope; kakashi left the voices in his head, those that recited eternal poems of failure and tried to practice brief sonnets of joy; kakashi let the voices in his head, the ones that always convinced him that he would never be entitled to a piece of sunshine, guide his every move. without realizing it, nothing existed in kakashi’s mind — just a desire, just a longing, just a need. without realizing it, everything boiled in kakashi — all courage, all love, all happiness. he had kissed you. with mystical powers, without a doubt, but even so, it was a kiss. it was a beginning. ‘sorry. sorry, sorry. i don’t know what happened — i… i didn’t mean to. please, i’m sorry.’

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

Shisui-Hot and Bothered

A/N- This is technically a continuation of You Like Me, but it could also be read separately.

Read on Ao3

“Kick his ass!”

You ignored Genma’s supportive shout, ducking just in time to avoid Shisui’s kunai as it sailed past your head.

Two crowds of ANBU operatives looked on from the side of the training field, following you and Shisui as you sparred. Everyone had been divided into separate teams for the exercise, and it was just your luck that Shisui had drawn your name.

You managed to land a few good blows, including one that sent him crashing onto his knees and clutching at his stomach from the force of the punch. His flock of squawking, pecking crows was easily subdued by a bit of frostbite to the wings, courtesy of your bloodline trait. You anticipated each shunshin, choosing to aim for where you thought he would end up instead of where he was.

Even still, there was nothing you could do once you were entangled in the genjutsu. Shisui was infamous for his ability to weave illusions that felt like reality. No release technique seemed to work against him. Every time you tried, the vision would simply warp into something else. At first the landscape had turned to a darkened wood, then a windy mountaintop. Now, you found yourself in Shisui’s bedroom. 

It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

You had just been sparring with him in the middle of the training field, surrounded by a pack of your ANBU colleagues.

Now you were falling back, not toward the dirt, but into soft, familiar sheets.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” 

Shisui was looming over you, bare-chested and grinning. His eyes raked down your naked body, which was already glistening with sweat. His fingers brushed over your thighs, still soaked with your first release as he parted your legs.

What the hell? He hadn’t made you come that fast…had he?

His cock brushed against your folds as he leaned in, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses onto your skin. A soft, needy moan escaped from your lips as he nipped at the crook of your neck, continuing his brutal path across your jaw. 

“Shisui…”

What had you been thinking about just then? Any coherent thought had suddenly flown from your mind.

Shisui chuckled against your skin. “You need me that much?”

A sharp retort hovered on your tongue, but the words died in your mouth the moment his tip bumped against your entrance.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, earning you a satisfied grin. Still smiling, Shisui leaned down to capture your lips with his. You melted into the kiss, only to let out a sharp cry as he filled you in one smooth thrust. 

“Don’t worry,” he murmured against your lips. “I’ve got you, Princess.”

—

“Got you, Princess.”

The sharp blade of a kunai was suddenly pressing against your throat. Shisui was grinning down at you, fully clothed once more. His knees were planted on your hips, pinning you into the dirt beneath him. 

Your mouth went dry as you gazed up at him, still panting and flushed.

“The winner is Shisui!”

His team erupted in cheers. He rolled off of you, a knowing grin still plastered across his face. He held out a hand to help you up, which you promptly ignored. 

Your team grumbled as you stalked off the field and onto the sidelines. 

“You choked!” Genma cried. “I thought you said you were gonna kick his ass!”

“You said that, you idiot.” 

You brushed him off as you went to stand beside Yugao. She studied you carefully, her brown eyes narrowed and concerned. “Are you alright?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because your eyes rolled all the way back into your head?” she offered. “And you’re totally red.”

A strangled sound left the back of your throat. You glanced across the field, where the man in question was standing, arms crossed over his chest. When your gaze landed on him, he shot you a dazzling grin. 

You simply glared at him. He winked in response.

That was when you tore your eyes away. If you caught one more glimpse of that smug look on his face, you were going to launch yourself across the field and kill him.

—

You stepped under the cool water, relishing the feel of it against your flushed skin. Yugao had slipped out of the showers a while ago, and by the time you wrapped your towel around your body, she was gone. 

You headed deeper into the locker room in search of your clothes. 

As you ruffled through the metal cubby, you felt a sudden presence behind you. Irritation flooded through you as a pair of warm arms encircled around your middle. 

“Get off me,” you muttered. 

“Is someone a sore loser?” Shisui whispered against your neck. 

“You cheated.”

His laugh was hot against your skin. “Maybe a little…let me make it up to you?”

His hands came down to grasp your hips, squeezing the skin hidden by your damp towel. His clothed erection bumped against your ass as he leaned in, grinding his hips against yours. 

“Hard already?” Though he couldn’t see your face, he could hear the sneer in your voice.

“I’ve been hard since you walked away from me,” he groaned. “You look so fucking hot when you’re kicking my ass.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Still got you in the end, though.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, come on. No one even noticed. It was like three seconds, really.” His lips hovered at your ear. “That was nothing like the real thing.”

“And I suppose you wanna prove it?”

“Don’t act like you don’t want me to.”

A part of you ached to turn around and smack him. Another, more realistic part knew that he was telling the truth. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. Not even the cold shower could get rid of the burning desire he had stirred in your gut, and it definitely couldn’t get rid of the wetness that had soaked into your underwear.

Shisui reached down, sliding his hand up past the soft fabric of the towel. 

“Not here!”

“Fine.”

His grip tightened, and in seconds, he was hiraishining you out of the ANBU locker room. You were suddenly on top of his bed, falling forward onto your hands and knees as he ripped the towel from your body. 

His lips left a hot trail of kisses across your back. Stray water droplets littered your spine, still wet from the shower. 

His fingers slid through your folds, soft and teasing.

“Wet already?” he taunted.

“I told you, you cheated,” you whispered breathlessly. “That little genjutsu got you all hot and bothered?”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing. He had known exactly what he was doing during that spar. “Face it. You can’t get enough of me.”

“Shut up and-“

A choked moan escaped you as you felt his tongue delving inside you. Firm hands squeezed your ass, spreading you open as he buried his face in your folds.

He dragged his fingers through your slick, only to earn another moan as he began to circle your clit. Your thighs began to grow wet from your own pleasure. It coated Shisui’s fingers and dripped down your thighs.

“That’s it.” His breath huffed against your hyper- sensitive skin, causing a shiver to shudder down your spine. “Let me make it up to you.”

And make it up to you, he did.

You came, shaking around his fingers, falling apart on his tongue. He lapped you through your orgasm, reaching down to unbutton his tac pants and free his aching cock.

He stroked himself with slick-covered fingers. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He yanked his pants all the way off, tossing them to the floor along with the rest of his clothes.

He settled between your thighs, placing one firm hand on your lower back. The other came up to palm your ass, fingers digging into the plump skin until it was higher in the air. 

The head of his cock rubbed at your aching folds, teasing.

“Hurry up,” you breathed.

 “So needy for me.”

Your cheeks burned, though Shisui couldn’t really see with your face pressed into the mattress.

The embarrassment faded as soon as he was seated inside you. You rocked your hips back onto him, aching for some kind of friction. You would pay for it later, knowing your desperation would only make the teasing worse, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care any longer.

Shisui fucked you in earnest, slamming his hips against yours in a brutal rhythm that he knew drove you wild. He could bury himself inside you for hours, until your legs were shaking and your own release was dripping down your legs.

He adored you like this. It wasn’t just the fact that you were flushed and whimpering beneath him, though that was certainly a plus.

This was a side of you that few people knew. You were softer like this. More open. You trusted Shisui enough to let him see it. To offer up this part of you, to let your measured control slip and lose yourself in him the way you were.

He was losing himself just the same. He had always been cheeky with you, flirty, but the things he felt for you now bled far deeper. They shook him to his core.

No one else had any hope of catching his eye. No one could capture his heart the way you did.

 You were a force to be reckoned with, yet you were yielding to him now.

Shisui reached down, wrapping one arm around your waist. His free hand came to grasp at your throat, urging you up and against his chest. 

A guttural moan left your throat at the shift in position. He was splitting you apart in the best way possible, letting his cock brush against that perfect spot inside you, over and over again.

His grip on your throat tightened. A strangled gasp of pleasure left your lips.

“Yeah?” He grunted in your ear. “Does that feel good, Princess?”

A frantic nod was the only response you gave.

Shisui grinned. He didn’t have to worry about being too rough with you. Anything he gave, you could take. Years of sparring and fighting together had armed him with the knowledge of what your body could handle.

The rough pads of his fingers rubbed at your clit, causing you to arch your back into him.

“S-shisui,” you gasped.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” 

His breath puffed against the shell of your ear, causing another shiver to dance down your spine.

Even still, the smug tone of his voice sent a jolt of annoyance through you. You were determined not to let him win again. 

“N-no.” 

The word was ground out between gritted teeth. 

“Liar.” 

His teeth grazed your earlobe, scraping against the sensitive skin. He continued toward your neck, biting and sucking at the skin.

“D-don’t leave a mark,” you gasped.

It was one of your rules. That, and the fact that you didn’t want the rest of the team knowing about the two of you. Shisui had agreed, willing to have you any way he could, even if it was on your terms.

“Why? Afraid someone will find out how desperate you are for me?”

“You’re such a-“

He bit down a little more harshly, sinking his teeth into the side of your neck. He was still careful not to leave a mark, but, goddamn, did he love to tease you.

His stunt was rewarded when your eyes rolled back into your head. You were unable to stop a desperate moan from slipping out.

“Such a damn good lover?” He teased, pressing his lips tenderly against the bitten skin.

Your walls clenched around him, and Shisui let out a groan of his own. 

“Mm. You are close.”

He slammed into you with renewed fervor. A string of whimpers left your throat as Shisui fucked you into your release. Soon, you were seeing stars, riding out the high that was ripping through you around his cock.

Shisui’s fingers tightened around your neck at the feel of you spasming around him. The sensation triggered his own release.

He cursed into your hair as he came. His fingers held your hips steady under a punishing grip, likely bruising the skin. His cock twitched inside you,  filling you to the brim with hot, sticky spend.

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and pulled out, before flopping onto the mattress beside you. Your combined release dripped down your thighs, coating the sheets underneath you as you slumped onto your side.

 A single, muscular arm curled around your waist, tugging you back against Shisui’s chest. He threw one of his legs across your hip and let out a soft, contented sigh into your hair.

In the past few months, you had learned that Shisui wasn’t just a cuddler. He was a clinger.

You were used to it by now, though it had startled you in the beginning. After you first time together, you regained your breath and untangled yourself from the sweaty sheets. 

As you moved to get dressed and make a hasty exit, Shisui rolled over. Before you could fully rise from the mattress, a firm hand grasped your wrist, tugging you back down. 

You were wrapped in his arms before you had a chance to protest, nestled against his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You quickly grew to love these soft, peaceful moments. These were the rare occasions where Shisui didn’t speak a word. He simply wrapped his arms around you and stroked his fingers through your hair or across your hip. 

Tonight, he nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft, chaste kisses to the skin. A soft laugh escaped you as he traveled up your jaw and across your face.

“Man, if everyone on the team could see you right now…”

The peaceful illusion of his silence was dispelled instantly. You smacked him lightly on the chest. 

“But, then again, I kinda like having you all to myself. If everyone knew how sweet you really are, they’d want you for themselves.”

“You don’t want to share?” You teased.

Shisui snorted. “Hell no.”

“I think Itachi knows.”

“No way.”

Itachi definitely knew. His cousin was far too perceptive for his own good, and he also had crows that watched every inch of the village.

Fortunately, Itachi was, like you, a private person. He wasn’t going to spill your secret. Shisui was fairly certain he was just glad he had someone that made him happy.

“Would that be so bad?” He murmured against your neck. 

Your muscles tensed in his hold. “I don’t know. It’s just…”

You trailed off, shifting uncomfortably in his arms.

“I get it,” Shisui assured you, brushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t have to explain.”

He shut his mouth, opting to snuggle closer to you instead of pushing the issue. The last thing he wanted was for you to cut and run.

The tension eased from your shoulders. He tugged the sheets up around the two of you and stroked a soothing hand across your bare hip. He closed his eyes, reveling in the warmth of your body. 

Maybe he was clinging too hard, but, despite his bravado, he was terrified of losing you. He wouldn’t dare admit that to you, not yet, at least. He would let you go on thinking that he was a cocky bastard. It felt safer that way.

Shisui peeked at your face. Your expression was serene as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. He smiled to himself, content to have this part of you, even if no one else knew. 

He only hoped that one day, you wouldn’t want to hide that from everyone else.

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

childhood friends to lovers headcanons with shisui please?

Childhood Friends to Lovers Headcanon with Shisui

♡As Friends♡

• Shisui feels protective over you—more than how he feels about Itachi—on a deeper level.

• He makes sure when you’re on missions with him, you’re the first he picks up , but insists on walking you home when you both finish late. He says it’s because so no one tries anything when you’re alone.

• He will always visit you when he’s off his missions, both of you spend time together and even go out to eat at times. ( He always pays, he never lets you.)

• He would find any opportunity to see you ; on a mission? He’ll wait for you at the village gates. Your birthday? He’s right at your door giving you gifts. Holidays? He’s always there.

• He always has an urge to hold your hand or gently caress your waist. He cannot though, because you are friends, why would he want to do that? He can’t fathom why he’s having these thoughts.

♡As Lovers♡

• He never goes a night without wanting you on his bedside. Since he realized it was his love for you that gave him the urge to hold you, he embraces it and touches you at any given moment—almost as if he’s touched starved.

• Shisui is always suggesting you stay the night at his place or he stays over at yours. You typically are fine with this , when you two lay down , he always caresses your side , placing his arm underneath your shirt, loving the familiarity of your skin on his. Has to be the big spoon.

• Loves your cooking. It’s his favorite food, the only thing he’ll eat ever. He loves getting bento from you in the morning when you see him before he goes off on missions.

• His lips can never get enough of you, always capturing your lips in a soft , yet prolonged kiss. Always willing to hearing the soft sighs you make when he lingers his mouth on your neck.

• As soon as he got the opportunity , he married you. He does not want to waste time, he isn’t in a rush to have children, but you two will ponder on the idea.

xoxo

peach 🧸💕

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

bf!shisui who is a golden retriever in a clan full of black cats.

bf!shisui who's primary love language is physical touch. who—when alone with you—can't keep his hands off of you. who finds it so cute when you give him a hug before he heads out on a mission. who always whispers "one more," whenever he's caught up with kissing you. it's never just one more with him.

bf!shisui who's an absolute menance that loves teasing you. it's one of his favorite pasttimes.

bf!shisui who's second language is quality time. who loves nothing more than to be at home with you and just be. who in those moments, doesn't feel like shushin no shisui, the shinobi who has a flee on sight order. for a moment, he allows himself to forget about everything related to his life as a shinobi and simply focus on the feeling of you in his arms.

bf!shisui who loves when you play with his hair. who can spend the entire day laying on your lap and let your gentle fingers scratch at his scalp. he'll insist that he won't fall asleep on your lap this time, but he always does.

bf!shisui who regularly trains with you (if you're a shinobi). who takes great pleasure in pinning you to the ground and can't help but tease you when you squirm and try and break free from his grip. expect a kiss on the nose during these instance, his playfullness coming out.

bf!shisui who never thought domestic life would be so sweet. waking up next to you every morning, greeted with the sight of your relaxed, sleeping face. who holds you from behind whenever you're cooking. and whenever he doesn't have any missions, is purposely slow with eating just to indulge in the simplicity as long as possible.

bf!shisui who keeps dates simple, but meaningful. who's favorite is when he would take you out to a small clearing in the outskirts of village, lay down next to you and watch as the stars. who is much more interested in watching your face, illuminated by the moonlight.

bf!shisui who can read you like a book, perseptive to the point you wondered—one more than one occasion—if he can somehow read your mind. you can't hide anything from him. who's incredibly attentive, notices the smallest things like if you have a new favorite food, or if you got a new pair of sandals. it comes to a point where it feels like he knows you better than you know yourself.

bf!shisui who confides in you about a lot of things, but never about the situation regarding his clan and the brewing coup de'etat. he can't bring himself to do because he knows you'll worry, knows that you'll try and get involved for the sake of his safety. who refuses to put you in harm's way.

bf!shisui who starts to distance hisself towards the end of his life. who knows that he doesn't have the willpower to go through what must be done if you try and talk him out of it. as much as he loves you, he has to do it. for the sake of the village and for the people who he holds dear to his heart.

bf!shisui who—after giving itachi his right eye—asks him to send you one last message and handing him a small box before falling to his death. who's thoughts are filled with your smile and laugh and his favorite moments with you playing like a slideshow in his mind.

bf!shisui who leaves behind small trinkets in the box, things that remind you of your time together over the years which itachi gives you in the days after his death.

bf!shisui who's guilt is palpable on the pages of the letter he wrote for you before he died as he apologizes for leaving you behind. who hopes to find you again in another life and thanks you for being with him when he was still alive.

bf!shisui who's love for you is eternal.

requests are open!!

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

Random Kakashi Headcanon

He likes to lay on his s/o chest, listening to their heartbeat (especially at night). It brings him peace and keeps him in a calm state bcs it‘s a reminder that they‘re safe and alive. When the nightmares occur he‘s using it as a technique to protect him from full mode panic attacks.

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

Shisui- You Like Me

A/N- Needed a break from the angst of writing The Truth so here is some low-stakes Shisui!

Read on Ao3

The tiny bar was teeming with people. You had never seen the place so full. The air was thick with the cloying smell of cigarette smoke and the sweat of so many bodies tightly packed into one space. You sat, squished tightly into a booth between Yugao and Shisui, and wished you were anywhere else. 

All you wanted tonight was a shower and some sleep, but you only got one of those things. The rest of your ANBU team decided a celebration was in order. The mission you just returned from had been a treacherous one, and for most of it, you were certain you would come home in a body-sealing scroll. The whole platoon nearly had, as you were learning.

“Oh, come on!” Yugao pleaded in the locker room. “Shisui told us you guys had a rough go of it too. We all deserve a night to relax.”

You eventually relented and followed her to the bar, though now you were regretting your decision. You were currently suffering through a heavily debated recap of the events of the day. Tenzo and Itachi recounted their experience from where they sat across from you, as an animated Shisui kept interjecting from across the table.

He suddenly scoffed next to you. “That’s nothing! Y/n and I were completely outnumbered!’

He threw an arm around your shoulders, drawing you even closer than you already were, until you were snug against his warm side.  “She totally saved my ass though!”

Across the table, his cousin, Itachi, met your eyes. His expression was neutral, but you could see a hint of sympathy resting in his dark eyes. He was familiar with Shisui’s overbearing nature.

You rolled your eyes and shoved Shisui off, annoyed at how nonchalant he was about the whole thing. The two of you had battled the enemy platoon until you were almost completely out of chakra. Together, you had whittled the enemy down to just two, and from then on, it was a one on one battle for each of you.

 Shisui had nearly been roasted alive by a katon jutsu, only stopped by a last ditch effort that nearly cost you your life. 

You had been pinned down by your own adversary, but just managed to use your kekkei genkai as you struggled in the man’s chokehold. You formed the hand signs for an ice barrier as your lungs screamed for oxygen, choosing to use your last shred of consciousness to protect him.

Darkness soon grabbed ahold of you and pulled you under. You weren’t sure how long you were out, but the next time you opened your eyes, you heard Shisui frantically calling your name.

The crimson hue of his sharingan almost seemed to glow as he stared down at you on the forest floor, his eyes full of panic. His hands were everywhere. His fingers ghosted across your face, your throat. He was checking for injuries. You brushed him off and sat up, attempting to will away the residual dizziness as you rose to your feet. 

 The man who had nearly killed you was lying in a pool of his own blood, his body riddled with Shisui’s kunai. His own enemy’s body was somewhere to the left, dead as well.

“Why did you do that?” His voice was barely above a whisper, a contrast to his typical loud, overexcited way of speaking. 

You didn’t respond. You simply brushed the dust from your clothes and headed toward the platoon’s rendezvous point. Shisui watched you walk calmly into the trees, still staring, dumbfounded.

You glanced back, raising an eyebrow. “Aren’t you coming?”

He had sputtered out an incoherent response, uncharacteristically thrown off as he hurried after you. 

You met up with the rest of the team shortly after, and he hadn’t brought it up again. He had been startled too. You were sure of that. So why was he recounting it now with such glee?

You supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised. Shisui was insufferable. He was impulsive and arrogant, and he talked far too much for your liking. He took almost nothing seriously, no matter how dire the situation. 

Despite this, he was a talented shinobi and a loyal teammate. In the heat of battle, you knew he would watch your back. It was everywhere else that he drove you insane. Just like now, when he was joking about the fact that you had nearly watched him die. 

“It’s not funny,” you snapped.

Everyone’s eyes flicked toward you. An air of tension had settled across the table, but it appeared Shisui was oblivious to it.

 “It was kind of funny,” he continued. “I mean, you were so worried about me! I didn’t think you had it in you, ice queen.”

Your jaw twitched at the jab. Sure, he wasn’t exactly your favorite teammate, but did he really think you wouldn’t have his back? That you would let an enemy kill him when you could have prevented it?

“What?” he pressed, raising a dark eyebrow. “You pissed that someone caught you giving a fuck?”

The crack of your knuckles echoed across the table as your hands curled into fists. Shisui’s grin only widened.

“Shisui,” Itach snapped. “Give it a rest.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop picking on you.”

But before his eyes moved from yours, there was a teasing sparkle to them. For now .

Tenzo spoke, breaking the tense silence and effortlessly diverting the conversation.

“You guys should have seen the way Yugao sliced that nin’s arm off.”

“Very clean,” Itachi remarked with a nod.

“Well, I doubt she feels the same way,” she mused from beside you. 

You tried to focus on the conversation, but you felt the familiar prick of someone else’s gaze on you. You glanced over to find Shisui staring at you. When you met his eyes, he simply grinned, as if to say ‘you caught me’.

You rolled your eyes and tapped Yugao on the shoulder. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

You slipped out of the booth and disappeared into the crowd. 

Shisui watched you go, frowning as he saw you headed in the opposite direction of the bathrooms. Where were you going?

—

You stepped out into the alleyway behind the bar, inhaling the sharp, cool air. 

Shisui’s favorite pastime was getting on your nerves, and normally you could ignore him. Your near-death experience seemed to have lessened your patience. You needed a break from talk of the mission, from Shisui’s frivolity and the callous way he had spoken of almost losing his own life.

 You let your head rest against a nearby wall, briefly closing your eyes and basking in the silence. The tension began to bleed from your shoulders.

“There you are!”

Your brow twitched in annoyance as the door of the bar squeaked open behind you. Shisui popped his head out with a broad grin. “I was looking everywhere for you!”

“I want to be alone right now, Shisui.”

“Alright. We can be alone together.”

He let the door slam shut behind him. You turned toward him with a sour glare. Shisui simply laughed.

“Come on, lighten up, Y/n. You’re always so serious.”

You opened your mouth to snap at him, before quickly thinking better of it. You bit your tongue and turned away, heading for the street. 

“Hey, wait!” His hand shot out, grasping your forearm to tug you back to face him. “Come on, just tell me what’s wrong.”

You bristled, fighting the urge to rip your arm out of his grasp.

“Is everything a joke to you?” you snapped. 

His gaze softened. “No. Not everything.”

His eyes flickered down, roving over your lips. He leaned forward, closing the distance between the two of you. You stepped back, flustered, but there was nowhere else for you to go. Your back hit the brick wall behind you.

Shisui leaned down, until he was suddenly so close that his nose brushed yours. His lips ghosted over yours, and when he spoke next, you could feel his breath fanning against your mouth. 

His big, brown eyes had a harder glint to them now. “Not you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “What are you…?”

He leaned in, forehead bumping gently against yours. “You act like you hate me.”

“I do.” 

But your treacherous heart was pounding against your ribcage, beating faster the closer he got. You knew it was a lie the moment the words left your lips, and so did Shisui.

He laughed softly, reaching up to rest his hands on your hips. “No you don’t.”

His firm touch sent a lick of heat down your spine, despite the bravado you were putting up. You glared up at him. “ Yes , I do.”

He smirked down at you. “Prove it then.”

With a stubborn tilt of your chin, your fist shot out. He caught it centimeters from his jaw, fingers curling tightly around your fist. 

He broke into a grin. “You’re scary, you know that?”

“Shis-”

The distance between the two of you disappeared in an instant. His lips slotted over yours, stealing his name before you could speak it. He tugged on the wrist still caged in his grasp, and brought your hand up to his scalp. Your fingers threaded through his hair on instinct. Shisui hummed appreciatively.

He deepened the kiss and you were suddenly hyper aware of his warm, muscular chest pressing against yours. His hips pinned yours against the rough brick behind you. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped you. 

Somewhere, deep down, you knew this was a terrible idea. You were kissing the most insufferable person in the village, and your teammate, and he was never going to let you live this down.  You could practically feel the smugness radiating from his body, but gods, was he a good kisser.

Every inhibition you had soon dissolved under the heat of his lips and the fire he had sparked inside your body. You couldn’t find the strength to push him away, mostly because his touch had you weak in the knees.

Suddenly, he pulled back. You were both breathing heavily, chests heaving against one another. Shisui’s hitai-ate was askew, and his dark, curly hair looked even more unruly than it normally did. His eyes, normally a deep, chocolate brown, had transformed into pools of crimson. His sharingan had activated.

“You never answered my question,” he murmured against your lips. 

“W-what?”

“On the mission. That guy was going to kill you and you saved me instead. Why?”

“You’re faster than I am. I knew you would be able to take both of them out.”

His dark eyes narrowed. The corner of his mouth turned up in a lopsided smile. “I don’t believe you.”

You snorted. “Believe me or don’t. It doesn’t change anything.”

Shisui’s fingers settled back over the curve of your hips. His thumbs brushed softly across the edges of your ribcage, and you had to fight to hold off a shiver. “I think you like me.”

“No-”

“You saved my life when you knew it could cost you your own.”

Your eyes remained fixed on the grimy cement beneath your feet. You had simply been defending your teammate. You would have done it for anyone, not just him. He was reading too much into it…wasn’t he?

 “ Annnd you just let me stick my tongue down your throat. You like me.”

A furious blush rose to your cheeks. Your eyes flicked back up to meet his, still glinting with irritation. “Shut up.”

“You could do that for me, you know. Shut me up.”

You gripped the collar of his jacket, torn between the urge to strangle him and tug his lips back onto yours. You settled on the latter, and you could feel him smiling against your mouth. 

He pressed you back against the wall, reaching up to thread his fingers through your hair this time. He gently tilted your head to the side, giving him open access to your neck. His lips blazed a trail across your jaw and down your throat. You couldn’t help the moan that flew from your lips.

His breathy laugh huffed against your skin. He was far too smug about drawing the sound from you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore.

The sudden squeak of rusty hinges caused you to go rigid. The bar door was opening behind you, and Shisui was still sucking bruises onto your collarbone.

Before you could make another move, the world was lurching before you. A rush of nausea caused your knees to buckle. Shisui’s warm hands caught your shoulders, bracing you against him. His mouth had curled into a dazzling grin.

You glanced around and realized that you were no longer in the alley, but on the roof of the bar. He had body-flickered the two of you away from any prying eyes.

“They’re not here,” Tenzo remarked. You could hear the confusion in his voice from far above him.

“Hm. I could have sworn I saw them both come this way.”

That was Yugao. They must have gone looking for you.

Tenzo snorted. “Looks like neither of us are winning that bet anytime soon.”

You glanced up at Shisui, raising a sharp eyebrow. 

Bet? You mouthed. 

He simply shrugged, but the glint in his eyes told you he knew exactly what they were talking about. You wanted to press him about it, but then his hand was on the small of your back, urging you closer. 

Shisui’s mouth settled back over yours, expertly exploring you with his lips and tongue.

Suddenly, whatever they were talking about was the last thing on your mind.

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

Swept off your feet (1/6)

- Summary: Two idiots in love but not ready to confess yet. Instead, they turn daily life into a game of flirty dares, lingering stares, and emotional whiplash. - Paring: ninja!reader/Kakashi Hatake

Your ankle throbbed as Kakashi effortlessly lifted you into his arms, bridal-style, the corner of his masked mouth twitching upward in amusement. You crossed your arms over your chest with a huff, cheeks burning.

“Do you do this often?” he asked casually, starting down the forest path. “Twist your ankle just to make someone else carry you?”

You glared at him. “All right, that’s it. Put me down. I can walk just fine by myself!”

He tightened his grip with a smirk. “Stop squirming! I’m losing my grip on you!”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” you accused, trying not to smile.

“Oh, absolutely.”

Kakashi’s voice was all silk and smugness, and it made your heart stutter just a bit. He adjusted you slightly in his arms, and you found yourself clinging to him—mostly for balance. That’s what you told yourself, anyway.

"You could just let me try walking again," you muttered, avoiding his eye.

“And miss out on this? You being all flustered and helpless? Not a chance.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but your annoyance crumbled when you caught the soft look in his visible eye—genuine, warm, like carrying you wasn’t a chore at all, but something he might've volunteered for.

“You’re insufferable,” you mumbled.

“And yet, here you are,” he teased, gaze forward again, “swept off your feet.”

You didn’t answer, just buried your face into his shoulder, hiding a grin you couldn’t suppress if you tried.

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

girl please you are my only source of Shisui content😭😭 really feeding us shisui simps🤝🏻 anyways, if you feel like it, can you please write about shisui and (if you want to) your fav characters “the moment they realized they fell in love with you”

MMMMMMM this is cute asf! under the cut for length

shisui

he definitely already recognises he has Feelings with a capital F. he's a smart boy and unlike the other two he is pretty emotionally available. but he doesn't want to reveal his Feelings just yet because circumstances are tricky, and he doesn't want to go through all the emotions of a big confession just to not be able to pursue a relationship with you

side note this is ANBU shisui. so he's pretty busy and just casually risking his life on the regular. tbh you're also probably in ANBU and that's how you guys get to know each other so well

anyway he's been sitting on these Feelings for a while. and he knows you like him too. he knows. he indulges in some lowkey flirting from time to time, but he also tries to maintain some level of professional distance

and then you save his life and he's SCREWED

you're both assigned to the same mission and spend the entire time dancing around flirting/not flirting, trying to hide it from your teammates, just generally having to try really hard not to distract each other too much. then there's an ambush on your squad and shit gets kinda crazy

shisui probably exhausts himself a bit protecting the entire squad and manages to get himself knocked flat on his ass. there's an enemy stood over him and he's out of kunai and his chakra is depleted and he thinks well, that's that and then you're cutting down the enemy out of nowhere

he stares up at you like an idiot lol. you look like shit, you're covered in blood and your headband is lopsided. and he thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen

HE LIKES A WOMAN WHO COULD BEAT HIS ASS okay

in that moment he just realises how much he trusts you, and how well you guys work together. he can't stop thinking about it long after you guys get back to the village. he's literally dreaming about it. and after a few days he's like. this is love ig. wow.

shisui won't keep it from you for long. he thinks you deserve to know, even if it changes your dynamic as teammates. capital F Feelings are one thing but love is too important to hide. he might try to keep it professional (mutual pining?!?!??!), but I also see him going for a relationship here, even if you have to hide it from your superiors. and let's be real a secret relationship with shisui. it's hot

kakashi

see now kakashi. he knows he has feelings. but he won't admit it to himself. he says no thank you not today. he's so stupid lol he thinks if he ignores it then it'll go away

he can't really keep himself away from you though. he wants to distance himself and that's his first instinct, but he literally just can't do it. he keeps finding himself wandering into your path, or just happening to train at the same time as you, or listening more intently when a mutual friend mentions your name

and the whole damn time he's like ah yes this is normal friendship. you probably don't realise anything is going on with him though, because kakashi is just weird in general. he does all this strange shit and no one questions it. you encounter him in the makeup aisle of a store on the other side of town from where he lives, and he thinks the jig is up, but you literally just assume he's doing Kakashi Things. and he thinks he's so slick

when it does finally hit him though, it hits him HARD. I see him finally realising he's in love in a very random, domestic moment

okok I've got it. he's back from a pretty tiring mission and he just instantly wipes out in his apartment as usual, doesn't bother getting groceries or anything. he figures he can survive off the food pills in the cupboard for a few days until he has the energy to grocery shop

then you just.....show up at his apartment??? carrying grocery bags?? and start putting food in his fridge????

kakashi doesn't really know how to react to this, but he feels bad just standing there, so he kinda sheepishly shuffles over and starts helping you put the groceries away. and it's nice. this is when he realises

literally drops whatever he's holding. this is a big oh shit moment for him. he lowkey really panics, he has no idea what he's supposed to do with these feelings, it's the dreaded L Word and that's scary as hell. he goes super quiet and avoids eye contact bc he's convinced you're going to read his mind

and of course you think this is Kakashi Things yet again. he's just weird. even over the next few weeks when he starts acting REALLY strange - avoiding you like the plague one day, attached to your hip the next - you don't think much of it. and this makes it sooooo much worse for him lol. he's never going to confess on his own

it's honestly torture for him. he's losing sleep over this. kakashi hatake??? in.... LOVE???? impossible

please please please just let one of your mutual friends intervene. hopefully he (drunkenly) confesses to someone, and they're able to pull some strings to force you to talk to each other. he may literally pass out when he has to confess to you, but just roll with it

tobirama

oh god it's so cliche for tobirama but I have to do it. ENEMIES TO LOVERS

like look at him. he's so smug. he has a lot of pride, so he's pretty likely to end up having some kind of political/ideological rivalry with you. maybe you tend to very vocally disagree with his ideas for the village or strategies for missions. and it annoys him so much, especially because you're articulate and convincing with your points

so he's in this weird position where he has respect for you and your intelligence..... but you also infuriate him to no end. over time, he starts to dwell on your encounters more and more - he thinks about them even when he's training, or relaxing at home, or away on a mission. and this just pisses him off more bc he literally cannot get a moment's peace from you

hashirama notices this WELL before tobirama does. and it makes him all giddy and excited bc he knows what it means, but he doesn't want to ruin the surprise for tobirama lol

honestly it gets to the point where he will ignore everyone else in the room just to debate with you. it's at this point that he starts to realise he's got strong emotions towards you, but he kind of just brushes it off as a rivalry. he definitely doesn't even consider the possibility that they're romantic feelings

tbh. you're going to have to be the one to make the first move. unfortunately for you, tobirama is hot AND irritating, so he's going to get under your skin just as much as you get under his. it probably ends up with a pretty heated confrontation at some point

lets say you've had a pretty big disagreement at a meeting, and he ended up getting his way with the rest of the council. so you storm into his office later that day to chew him out. and tobirama is in one of his smug asshole moods bc he 'won', which means he's just smirking at you. and this is the moment ok just kiss him. wipe the smug look off his face

it takes him a few seconds to react, but he definitely pushes you off and orders you out of his office. at first he's absolutely furious, but then he realises a few days later that he can't stop thinking about the kiss, and not necessarily in a bad way. he finds himself wishing he'd kissed you back, even if just out of curiosity

BUT tobirama is stubborn so he won't admit that to you. he waits until he gets an opportunity to come argue with you, then seeks you out, and tries to goad you into kissing him again. hopefully he manages to piss you off enough to make you do it. because it's GOOD

he can't help but kiss you hard. probably pulls you into him by the jaw, wraps his other arm around your waist, won't let you go. don't wanna get too saucy here but I wouldn't be surprised if this gets a little steamy before he stops himself. he gets lost in the moment

then he pushes you off AGAIN lol it's so frustrating. this time it's bc he's like oh fuck. fuck. this is more than a rivalry

it's gonna end up a game of cat and mouse tbh. neither of you want to admit the depth of your feelings, but you also can't stay away from each other

[praisingkuroosbedhead]

|12 Random Alphabets Collection| Kakashi Hatake

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x gn!Reader

Note: It’s been a long time since I posted anything for this series, so I thought it’s time to dust it off :DD Enjoy reading!

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Kakashi likes reading. So he would lay his head in your lap and read his Icha Icha, and he really likes it when you stroke his hair. Kakashi is a busy man, so he wants to spend as much time as possible to hold you close and make up for the days that he’s gone for work. In the evenings, he likes to take you and his ninkens out for a walk after dinner.

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[praisingkuroosbedhead]

KAKASHI takes a long time to fall in love. for as many icha icha books as he’s read, he has no idea what love is actually supposed to feel like. he doesn’t know that he feels it when he protects you during a mission, or when he stays up late reading so he can make sure you made it back in one piece. he doesn’t dream of domesticity like the other shinobi he’s known—he can’t picture a future with you, but he can’t imagine one without you. he wonders if you know what love is, or if you’re just as lost as him. he’ll never ask you; maybe he’ll get lucky and you’ll bring it up yourself. until then he’ll pass the time watching you train, observing the small ways you show off when you know he’s looking. his love for you is his longest and best kept secret, lying in wait for the day that you’ll come to him with the shyness everyone seems to harbor, whispering your confession to him in hopes he’ll feel the same. he wonders if he’ll hesitate then, staring at you until he realizes what your words mean, or if he’ll pull you in for the perfect kiss like a good protagonist should, the word finally hovering on both of your lips.