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[kakeashi]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!sasuke, tender fragrant confections.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SASUKE who listens to all your dreams. whether the dreams that visit you at night or those that are born during the day, sasuke would always listen to your dreams. when you lost yourself in the mystical words of your memory, sasuke would simply be lost in your existence. your sentences seemed to gain light, bathed in the stardust that adorned our entire sky; your expressions were echoes of the legends of the ancients; and the enthusiasm that painted your eyes was enough to manage to steal from sasuke a small and shy smile. in the persistence of your adventures, sasuke saw in you the certainty of a future, as if all your dreams were a call for what could exist. ‘tell me your stories. let me hear what your heart creates to understand what i can give of myself to satisfy you.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SASUKE who still remembers the day he met you. the first day, it was just a glimpse. like a delicate breeze on a summer day, your figure passed by sasuke as if he didn't exist. They were brief seconds that didn’t manage to form a minute, but an entire eternity resided in them. in a simple exchange of glances, sasuke noticed your simplicity, an almost natural light contrasting strongly with the last rays of sunlight; in a small, forced, cordial smile, so often exchanged between so many people, sasuke noticed your identity, a celestial intensity that beautified your existence; and when he heard you, when your voice very discreetly introduced you as the new neighbor, sasuke knew that that couldn’t be the last time he heard your words.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SASUKE who believes in your superstitions. if you asked sasuke, he would say he didn’t believe in those legends; i mean, how could you have an unlucky day because you walked under a ladder? and a child’s height was ruined if you walked over them? how ridiculous — the universe isn’t waiting for a mistake of yours to punish you. the universe didn’t need any excuse to punish anyone. but when you asked him not to spill the salt or put his shoes with the soles facing up; when you asked him to knock on wood three times or not to sweep your feet; when you explained each and every one of your superstitions to him, sasuke became more alert. it was one thing for him to risk the wrath of the universe, to bring bad luck or good luck only to himself. it was another thing for you. you couldn’t be the victim of the universe. sasuke didn’t want you to suffer, not like that. that’s why, for you, sasuke believed in your spiel and did everything he could to bring you good fortune. ‘wait, are you telling me you’re not going to dinner because there are 13 of us? how does that bring bad luck? no, no. i'm not doubting you, but i wish you would go.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SASUKE who likes it when his clothes smell like you. sasuke has already stopped wondering how your scent constantly clung to his clothes and, quite honestly, he didn’t care. at the end of the day, already tired of his own existence and without patience for life, sasuke took off his clothes slowly, with regret, wishing that this need was completely non-existent. but when the shirt passed over his face and your sweet and familiar scent lodged in sasuke’s nose and heart, he stopped. the memory of the day was clouded, a little blurry, completely ruined by the extreme fatigue that he felt; but your scent, that cosmic essence of yours that had clung to sasuke, brought him a peculiar comfort wrapped in sheets of security and eternity. for a few seconds, when the smile on his face lost its shyness and reminded him of a day with you, sasuke forgot his fatigue and realized that life, perhaps, was not a task but a possibility.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SASUKE who hides all the smiles you draw on his face. it was a secret that sasuke would have difficulty confessing. he knew perfectly well that that simple curve that you drew on his face was something more than a simple smile. with your words, your kindness and tenderness, the smile that tore across sasuke’s face was shy and new, bathed in the blossoming of an emotion that had not yet been discovered by him. with your gestures, your joy and security, the smile that painted sasuke’s face was unique and special, marinated with the certainty that it would never be stolen. ‘no, i’m not smiling,’ was what sasuke said. ‘there’s nothing on my face. shut up.’ but you knew that his words were disguised as indifference. you knew that beneath that thin layer of ice there was a fire lit by you and that you would ensure that it would be eternal.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SASUKE who sees through your voice what’s in your heart. sasuke learned to know you. spending so much time with you, between missions and outings, it was easy for sasuke to get to know your soul. at a glance, looking at you quickly just to make sure you were okay, sasuke could find a movement in your body that betrayed your melancholy. in conversations, between exchanges of wise words and others that were unnecessary, sasuke deciphered the tone of your sentences that reflected what was in your heart. wherever you were, however you were, sasuke knew you like no one else and there was no need for a request for him to help you. ‘sometimes it’s easier to accept our past than to try to run away from it. the choices that brought us to this moment shouldn’t be forgotten. despite everything, despite so much, you’re here, aren’t you? and isn’t that enough in itself?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!SASUKE who had to gather courage but managed to talk to you. sasuke would never admit how long it took for him to gather courage and talk to you. all that matters is that he talked to you. kind of clumsy and not knowing how to formulate sentences, but, even so, sasuke spoke to you and it was that first step of his that made your whole story eternal. ‘i never thought i would get to this point in my life. to tell the truth, i never thought i would feel at all what is inside me. but i feel like there is no more hiding or containing it and i really need to talk to you before i burst from so many words that want to come out. the darkness that resides in me finds its light in you. it is as if the darkness in me was created from the softest silk and you are using it to weave a path to me. a bright and warm path, as if your own soul was a flame lit just to warm me. and i like that feeling. i like how you let me be vulnerable without being afraid of being judged. i like the way you make me feel safe. and i like you.’

[kakeashi]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!madara, in the courage of your eyes.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who uses your name as an answer to the most difficult questions. for madara, the stars whispered your name every time the difficulties of life threatened him with madness. like a light in his darkness, your name emerged brightly within madara, creating lakes of hope coming from waterfalls of dreams. only your name was enough to invoke in madara a security that went far beyond the comfort of this world. entire universes envied the cosmic creations that blossomed within madara with the invocation of your name. if there was any doubt in madara, if complex questions were asked of him, he could only whisper your name, in a voice so low and tender that it seemed like a prayer to be enchanted. you and only you — the one who could steal all logic from madara and make him delight in the soft sheets of passion. ‘something in me has changed since i met you and i don’t know if i like this new version of myself. no matter how much i want to, no matter how much i try, i just can’t get over you. you’re the only one who haunts me and i don’t know how to get rid of your ghost.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who helps you change your house on the sunniest spring days. whether it’s repainting the wallpapers or setting up a table, whenever you decided you were tired of the banality of your house, madara was the first to offer to help you. even before the first rays of sun painted the day, you and madara were already in your kitchen preparing all the changes while drinking coffee to wake up — this was always your ritual. and how beautiful you looked, totally lost in your ideas. madara liked that about you. madara liked how the simplicity of life was enough to illuminate your soul. your eyes shone with the enthusiasm of a new house and your words were all bathed in pure joy. of course madara would help you. madara liked seeing you in this heavenly state that shone brighter than the sun itself. ‘again? just last week we painted the kitchen cabinets green and now you want to change the bricks? i don’t even know how to make cement! i’ll help you, yes, but… god.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who prepares tea for you whenever you’re feeling down. when you showed up at madara’s house without an invitation, he already knew you weren’t well. yes, you showed up once in a while without telling him; but when you arrived with a weight on your shoulders and a sigh in your chest, madara knew something was up. silently, almost automatically, madara let you enter his house and went to the kitchen as soon as he saw you sitting on the couch. he didn’t say anything — there was nothing to say. knowing you as if you were the reflection of his soul, madara knew perfectly well that there were times when words weren’t necessary; only actions, only gestures, only that peculiar affection disguised as aromatic water. when you needed it, either because you were tired and completely empty, or because you were nervous and completely full, you could show up at madara’s house and he would always make you that tea that you don’t really know what it is, but that always helps you put your thoughts in order. just that hot drink with an enveloping aroma. just madara by your side waiting for your permission to comfort you. ‘i don’t know if what i’m going to say is right, but that’s what i think. you have to stop. stop putting so much weight on yourself. you’re the only one holding you back. you have to stop for a moment and rest.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who always has gossip to share with you. you had yet to discover how someone like madara knew so much about so many people. but the truth is that almost every day, when there was nothing else to talk about between you, madara would whisper to you the latest news from the village. the tone of his voice was quite normal, almost automatic, not giving away the essence of that gossip; his hands gestured in an attempt to follow his words, trying his best to recreate the images madara saw; his eyes focused on the ground, avoiding looking at you because madara knew that, the moment he saw your curious face, he would get lost in his thoughts and words. although it is a mystery to know how, and why, madara knew so much about the village, in those small minutes, while you were lost in his words and the whole world had ceased to exist, madara managed to steal all of your attention and that was all he wanted. ‘remember the baker’s daughter next to my house? i heard she got upset with her boyfriend and already got another one. the problem is that this other one only knows how to cause trouble. and there’s more…’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who chokes when someone uses you to provoke him. madara prided himself on being a man with a focused head and a closed heart. nothing that existed in this world disturbed madara and he was the perfect human for that very reason. however, when your name caressed madara’s ears and stole a heartbeat or two, he couldn’t hide the fact that you, your simple name, disturbed him. a simple word — a series of letters strategically ordered with the intention of invoking your essence. that was all that was needed. just the mention of your existence was enough to bother madara and take him out of that bubble of superiority he was so proud of. whenever he heard your name without expecting it, something happened to madara: his heart would startle, his breathing would stop, and his mind would only be able to sing a symphony guided by the letters of your name. for a brief second that didn’t even exist, madara would get lost in the memory of your simplicity and let his nervousness reveal the power you had over him.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who simply can’t take his eyes off you. you were the cosmic divinity that enchanted madara. simply that. you had poems running through your veins and paintings on your skin; the sun shone in your eyes while stars poured from your mouth in enchanted waterfalls that bewitched madara. inside and out. you were the reason for life, the owner of beauty. monuments were created inspired by your kindness and wars were fought for your love. you were the universe and all the galaxies — a rare beauty on the outside that reflected the inside. how was it possible for madara not to look at you? how was it possible for madara to look away from you when all the darkness inside him felt drawn to you? seeing you was like seeing the creator, and it was in your divinity that madara allowed himself to marvel at you. everything you say, everything you do, everything you are — god. madara was sure you were god. ‘no, i’m not looking at you. i don’t understand this obsession of yours of wanting me to look at you. are you some kind of pervert? is that it?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!MADARA who wasn’t afraid to say what was in his heart, but he was terrified of your answer. having spent an entire life by your side, madara knew perfectly well what he felt for you. as soon as the seed of love began to germinate in madara’s heart, he quickly tried to use the herbicides of lost loves to wither that plant. but you had a power, some kind of gift that made you immune to any barrier that madara tried to put between the two of you. it was only a matter of time until the plant bloomed, and the aroma emanating from that flower became too intense for madara to ignore. he liked you. there was no denying it, no running away — madara fell in love with you. as such, knowing that honesty was something valued in your friendship, he was not afraid or embarrassed to confess. but your answer scared madara. he didn’t want your dynamic to change. he didn’t want you to move away. madara didn’t want to lose you. the courage that bathed his words came from a celestial force, like a god speaking for madara. afraid, utterly terrified, madara confessed and placed all his hope in that power that motivated him to speak. ‘i fell in love with you over a constant period of years. i was always by your side, and it was easy to know your true essence. it was impossible not to be fascinated by you.’

[kakeashi]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!naruto, when you paint love.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who greets you with the biggest smile in the world. for you, the day only began when you met naruto. as if he brought a cup of coffee in his words and rays of sunshine in his smile, naruto made sure to give you the best start to the day. yes, many could say that a simple smile was not capable of shaking an entire day, but those who thought that had never seen naruto smile. at least, they had never seen him smile at you. you could not accurately describe the comfort that that specific smile gave you: as if taking you to a bed of clouds and covering you with a blanket of stars, naruto’s smile transported you through the universe on an excursion of pure serenity and beauty. in that smile, you could accurately read all the promises exchanged by lovers and decipher all the eternal kisses that filled the universe. in that smile, in that simple curved line, you could see the true creation of love. ‘good morning! when i got here it was still raining, but i’m glad it’s stopped now. you know, this way you can even say that i’m your sun, huh?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who associates the color brown with you. when naruto confessed to you for the first time that the color brown was associated with you, you were curious — why? of so many colors and different shades, why did brown, the most bizarre of all, remind him of you? ‘when i think of brown, i think of house — of a home’ was what naruto told you between blushing smiles and a trembling voice. ‘you have this comfort that emanates from your heart and when i’m close to you, when i’m with you, i feel like i’ve finally found my place in this world. i know it’s not the prettiest color, but it’s the color that brings me the most security. it’s like all the wood is being burned inside you and the flames you release warm my very soul.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who can’t stop talking about you to everyone who listens. to Naruto, you were capable of being the only person who existed in this world. your kindness and beauty radiated from you like rays of sunshine, illuminating naruto’s entire life, bringing with it the security that naruto didn’t even know he needed. your beauty had no competition, managing to outshine the most beautiful flowers and the most precious poems. you were someone unique. a person capable of changing the world and people if you wanted to. and it was only you who occupied naruto’s thoughts at every moment. how was it possible for naruto to live his life without reminding others that you, the reason for his existence, were simply divine? ‘i don’t do this on purpose. there’s just something in me, running through my entire body and leaving the marks of your name in my blood. your existence is engraved in me. i just make it heard.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who has a copy of your house key to take care of it when you are away from the village. the first time you gave naruto the key to your house was after your birthday, when you had to leave the village for an indefinite period of time and the plant he had given you for years would be left without care. to prevent an untimely death, naruto offered to take care of the plant while you were away and, since then, you have entrusted your house to naruto whenever you left the village. in your absence, naruto made sure to turn your house in the comfortable home you were used to: the dust was always clean, there was not a single irritating particle in any part of your house; the plants you took care of were green, healthy, full of longing for you, but happy for your arrival; your pantry was always full of your favorite foods and the kettle was always ready to welcome you home.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who sees stars in your smile. at first, you found it strange, but now you just smiled. for some reason, whenever you looked at naruto more carefree or excited, he was quick to look away and hide his face that, miraculously, was tinged with pink. you couldn’t understand why naruto moved away from you and how he had gained that warm tone on his face — after all, what was happening to you to hurt naruto so much? ‘you didn’t do anything,’ was what he told you when you decided to confront him with that problem. ‘i just don’t know how to deal with it when you look at me smiling. your smile paints your face with small constellations and it’s in your curve that i see the most beautiful stars in this world. it’s as if you yourself were created to shine.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who feels human in your presence. all it took was for you to be by naruto’s side for him to feel like himself. for many, many years, naruto never felt that his presence was a necessity in this world. always being looked down upon and ignored during his childhood, naruto truly believed that his future would be lonely and unimportant. believing he was someone insignificant, how could he feel like a human? with you. the answer was so simple: with you. naruto felt human with you. you took the waters of naruto’s essence and transformed that sea of darkness into a shining beam that reflected all of naruto’s strength. by your side, naruto shone without realizing it. as if bewitched by your charm, lulled by your very existence, you gave naruto life because, quite simply, you gave him hope. ‘of a future. you give me the hope of a future, the hope of a life — and that makes me believe that i deserve to be human.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!NARUTO who thought it was obvious that he liked you and didn’t understand why you asked him. you thought naruto liked you. according to your heart, naruto only shone in your presence and all the smiles exchanged with you were seasoned with a celestial dust that only existed in the hearts of poets. you thought that all the words that came out of naruto’s mouth and found refuge in your heart were endowed with a magical pronunciation stolen from the ancient gods. your soul resided in the bed of comfort that naruto prepared for you between sheets of safety and blankets of love. love. wouldn’t that word be too strong? wouldn’t that word be just an illusion created by the loneliness of your existence? would naruto really feel love for you? ‘yes, i like you. i thought you had already noticed. it’s not like i know how to be discreet. but… what do you think of that? what do you feel knowing that i like you?’

[kakeashi]

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.’

[kakeashi]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!itachi, in the corner of your love.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who peels the fruit for you. it all started when the orange juice got on your hands and chaos ensued on your tray: after laughing once, twice, itachi took your orange and, with all care and precision, made sure that all the orange segments were properly separated and peeled for you. since then, itachi couldn’t control his hands. he couldn’t unravel the delicacy of his act, but whenever itachi made that small effort, whenever he stopped what he was doing to help you with something so banal — whenever itachi wanted to show you how much he thought about you, he helped you with the fruit. you didn’t notice this little habit of itachi’s, and maybe that’s why he kept doing it — for you to see itachi, for you to see how dedicated he is when it’s something about you. peeling a fruit, something that is so insignificant, but for itachi it means a new promise of eternal love. ‘don’t be an idiot, i don’t mind. let me peel the apple — i need to peel mine too, so… no need to thank me, come on! give me the apple and stop talking about it.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who memorizes every time you called him by name. your voice was gentle and calm when you chanted itachi’s name. as if whispering the secrets of the world, itachi’s name escaped your lips with flowers trapped in its syllables, decorating its letters with delicate petals of the most varied flowers. you seemed magical when you said itachi’s name — it seemed like your name was an incantation to summon him because, every time you chanted it, he appeared. like a winter ghost or a child’s promise, you said itachi’s name very briefly, starting as quickly as it started — but that second, those fragments of temporal dust stolen by you, were enough to plant a garden of comfort in his core. itachi, when you saw him on the street. itachi, when they asked you who you were going out with. itachi, when you asked for an umbrella. itachi, yesterday. itachi, today. itachi, always. that's all. itachi.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who helps you grow a garden in your home. whether you’re lucky with plants or not, the reality is that there was always something wrong in your garden. flowers were mixed together in such a random way that only discomfort covered the entire surface of your flowerbeds. excessively intense smells rose in clusters early in the morning, polluting the air with that sweet aroma. plants died. flowers wilted. weeds appeared. all of your flowerbeds were simply chaotic. but, whether by luck or pity, the universe sent itachi to help you with all of your gardening problems. between small smiles of pride and mocking laughter, itachi’s delicate hands mixed in the earth at your side, looking for basic solutions to general problems. between small shy glances and awkward touches, itachi paid attention to your smiles that originated with his work. hoping to see you happy, itachi would help you with everything he could with the unspoken promise that, if he didn’t know, he would learn for you. ‘yesterday i was reading in a magazine that if you put a jug of water... what are you doing and why do you have dirt on your face? what do i have to revive today?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who likes to celebrate festivities with you. be it religious celebrations or village traditions, itachi liked to spend them with you. since he was little, he was taught that important days were to be spent with important people. and you were the most important person to itachi, so it was only natural that he would want to spend days and nights by your side. sliding through stalls and tasting different foods; marveling at dances and reciting prayers; smiling at children and dreaming at the stars — everything you liked to do was shared with itachi. his eyes only stayed on your happiness, always trying to find the next thing that would make you smile, that would make you happy. it could be something small, like buying a small porcelain figurine for you. it could be big, like wishing on the same lantern as you. it could be nothing, like holding your hand in the crowd so as not to lose you. but it was something with itachi and, soon, that was everything. ‘on the way to konoha there’s a small village that’s going to be 100 years old and they’re going to celebrate over the weekend. i thought, if you’re not too tired, of course!, we could stay there for a few days? to relax from the mission and just… be together.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who believes in your light. how could itachi, your safe haven, not believe in your courage? how could itachi, your best friend, not believe in your strength? how could itachi not believe in you? through all the darkness that spread in your life, consuming your heart and ruining hopes, there was always a persistent light inside you: a small spark and that was all it took. with a small spark, even before creating bonfires or fires, you could do anything: get up, eat, smile, exist. but when you fed that fire, when the calls inside you covered all the black in shades of bold red and courageous orange — when you didn’t doubt yourself, you could live. and itachi admired you for that. itachi saw you as someone divine, capable of making worlds collide if you had the strength, if you had dreams. and, even when you got tired of that burning heat, even when there was no more wood to burn, itachi was there. for a few moments, itachi held your spark and assured you that it would never go out. rest as much as you need. itachi is by your side, protecting your essence. ‘take as long as you need. i won’t leave. i won’t burn myself. my love is fireproof, capable of holding you for a lifetime if necessary.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who always supported you, always. it didn’t matter when he came into your life, what mattered was that he came. itachi had a gift for listening, letting himself get lost in incredible worlds whenever you talked to him. of course, with pain and anguish itachi was quick to help you, using his fingers to comfort you and his words to soothe you. but, more than anything, and first of all, itachi listened to you. in your dreams, itachi encouraged you — with wide smiles and bright eyes; in your stories, itachi admired you — with pride in his chest and vanity in his soul; in your hopes, itachi fed you — with friendly words and endless promises. anywhere, with whatever it was, you always had itachi by your side, holding your hand, gently pushing you, supporting all the potential he knew you had. of course it is scary, and it often goes wrong, but it is in the learning of our life that we can reach all the steps on the ladder of existence. and you don’t need to worry. itachi was there. holding your hand so you wouldn’t fall, itachi would always be there. 'life can be spent rushing, but you have to remember that there is time. you don’t need to have everything figured out by the time you’re 20, nor have a family by the time you’re 30. you have time to live. life is not a race, nor a competition. don’t look at your neighbor’s garden longing for their oranges when you still have the seeds to plant. everything has its time. you have a place in this life. just take it easy, take a deep breath.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who was a little nervous, but he just wanted to be understood. what if you didn’t notice? seeing you interacting with your friends and family made itachi nervous — was he imagining things in your little interactions? i mean, yes, it was normal for you to love the people who are important to you, but was there really desire when you looked at itachi? was there hope in all the smiles you gave him? did you understand what itachi felt? in the little touches and blushed cheeks — did you know that itachi only gets flustered with you? in the wide smiles and heartfelt laughs — did you know that itachi only felt genuinely happy with you? in the whispered words and delicate promises — did you know that itachi only imagined a life by your side? when he saw you with everyone else, itachi felt that you didn’t know and that your entire relationship was just a figment of his imagination. so itachi took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and went to talk to you — he wanted to be completely transparent with you. ‘i just wanted to tell you that i like you. i don’t know if you’ve noticed or if you’ve just ignored my feelings, but i had to tell you. i needed to get this weight off my chest and really tell you how i feel. so, yes… i like you.’

[kakeashi]

on a sunny day, you decide to read...

⠀⠀i.of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!kakashi, the sprout of hope. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!shisui, the laughter of promises. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!genma, all the heavenly secrets. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!itachi, in the corner of your love. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!sasuke, tender fragrant confections. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!madara, in the courage of your eyes. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!naruto, when you paint love.

⠀⠀ii.the lovers between forevers - to be added.

⠀⠀iii.the weaving of a happy ending - to be added.

2025 © kakeashi, all rights reserved. please do not copy, translate or steal my work.

[kakeashi]

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.’

[kakeashi]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!genma, all the heavenly secrets.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!GENMA who admires you in your most banal moments. genma didn’t even realize what he was doing. before he knew it, genma had a smile on his lips, a sparkle in his eyes, a warmth in his heart — all because he was looking at you. it was incredible how your beauty emerged naturally and you didn’t even notice. it was fascinating for genma to see you wrapped in a book or fumbling with your shopping. all your expressions of surprise and words of disdain were engraved in genma’s heart. everything about you, all the good and all the bad, your entire essence and soul were admired by genma — and neither of you realized it.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!GENMA who is always ready to defend your name. he knew, he knew. genma knew perfectly well that you didn’t need someone behind you fighting your battles. but genma couldn’t avoid it. whether you were present or not, when your name was chanted with the negative connotation that stained a person’s heart, genma already had the purification of your soul on his lips. it didn’t matter who it was, what they said or what they intended — genma just couldn’t let your name cling to the world’s malice. he had to purify your name, he had to defend your essence. and proclaiming sonnets, raining words of admiration and pride through his lips, genma made sure to show everyone that you were, in reality, the only person worthy of being respected. ‘i don’t care if you don’t care about what they say. i care. what they say about you affects me and i just have to act. you can’t just expect me to stand idly by when i hear the barbarities they say about you that hurt me.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!GENMA who likes to make plans with you. for genma, each plan drawn up was equivalent to a promise eager to be long. genma saw in every outing and dinner a new opportunity to be with you, to continue getting to know you, to create new memories that would comfort you on more complicated nights. endless opportunities sprinkled your minds, searching for something new, something different, something worth living. but it was all a farce — you both knew that. it didn’t matter what you were going to do, or when you were going to do it, you both knew perfectly well that any time was worth living — it was enough for the two of you to be together. but the feelings are still being planted and the flowers threaten to bloom in the near future. so, for now, you both lived in the fantasy that it was the future plans that moved your dynamic and not that intense heat that emerged when you were together. ‘i’ll be busy until the weekend, but i think after that we can go to that café. i know you start work early, but i promise to take you home before dark.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!GENMA who feels extremely sleepy in your company. when this characteristic of genma’s came up as a topic of conversation, he joked and said that his sleepiness was due to the fact that you were a boring person. he was lying, anyone could see it, but what no one could decipher was the real reason why genma felt so sleepy when he was with you. could he have slept badly? his new pills didn’t even make him realize he was sleeping — no. was he more stressed with work? by chance, the various papers that passed through his hands were basic and didn’t require much attention — no. so, what spell did you have to make genma so calm, so sure, so well to the point of wanting to become vulnerable? — yes. that was it. it was you. genma’s safe haven, the certainty of kindness, the proof of love. how was it possible for genma to stay awake when you yourself were a dream? ‘next time i go out with you, i’ll bring a blanket and a pillow. and if i wake up with paint on my face, i swear i’ll get revenge.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!GENMA who can silence the voices in your mind. genma possessed one of the best gifts a person could have: genma had the gift of words. even if he wanted to, even if he sought, the words that spilled from genma’s lips were wrapped in the most diverse feelings, always managing to envelop the listeners in a colorful bubble of peace. simply peace. genma was able to bring serenity to this world without trying to do so — and when you were his world, he had to calm you down. reassuring words flew gently from genma’s lips to your ears, entering your heart with promises of lasting. genma never cared about time, repetition, or boredom. if he needed to tell you a hundred times that the sky wasn’t dark to haunt you but for you to shine — genma would tell you a hundred and one times. if every morning you needed the courage to face the day — genma was always the first to encourage you. no matter what, or when. whenever you needed genma, he was there. that was genma’s gift: loving you.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!GENMA who keeps your name like a secret. there was no melody more beautiful to genma than your name. every letter was precious. every syllable was sacred. your entire name was religious. whenever genma heard your name, a small fire lit up inside him, warming his heart and framing your face in his soul. whenever genma said your name, the letters danced on his lips, drawing smiles, hiding enthusiasm. your name was a promise, something that only he should know — genma was the only one who should know how your name was capable of illuminating any darkness and celebrating any achievement; genma was the only one who should know how powerful your name was and how you could summon entire galaxies with your pronunciation; genma was the only one who should know how your name was a gift — only he should be the only one to pronounce your name. ‘tell me in what paper should i wrap your name so that it remains eternally silky. tell me which star should i erase to keep the brightness of your letters. tell me, my love, how should i pronounce your name to make it mine.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!GENMA who confessed to you afraid that you would forget him. genma was yet to meet someone who would remember forever. the time lived, the memories created, the cozy smells, an entire life — there was no one who remembered everything. not promises, not smiles, not names, not people — nothing. that was the nature of a person: to live and forget. and genma forgot. of what? of everything a little and something even more — it wasn’t important. no. what genma forgot could be thrown into the abyss of darkness without any regret. but genma didn’t want to be forgotten. genma didn’t want to be forgotten by you. he wanted to make sure that all your time together was meaningful, that all the memories drawn were works of art, that all the natural scents were the reminder of home, that your entire life was real. and memorable. and forever dear to him. that’s why genma didn’t want to be forgotten and he tried everything to secure his place in your heart. all it took was a shy smile and a few clumsy words and your entire story would forever be written in the oldest constellations of this world. ‘i like you. i like you more than i care to admit, to be true. i don’t know. i feel like what we lived is too precious to be forgotten, so... i just wanted to make sure that... yes. i like you. that’s it.’

[kakeashi]

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