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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 7

a/n: im sorry but takeru could take my uwus like hes so adorable yall 🥺😭

anon:

-LETS BE HONESTTT WITH OURSELVES. oikawa bringing takeru to practice cuz he forgot he promised to watch him n so he asks you to watch him while he rushes off to change— and then takeru goes OFF after he hears that YOURE the person uncle tooru keeps talking about. he basically just exposes oikawa, gets on your good side w all the embarrassing blackmail material he can provide, and oikawa comes back to you grinning like a madwoman HAHAHAHAHA c,:

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-‘ Omg Takeru spills to his mom and grandmother how Oikawa had a crush and how awkward he is around this girl. Which leads to them inviting her over without Oikawa knowing. He comes home one day, a lil upset because yn wasn't at practice only to hear her giggling with his mother and sister while having tea ‘

NOW THIS IS THE REAL TEAAA!!!!!!!

TAKERU IS SUCH A MOOD MY GOD IMAGINE HAVING A CRACKHEAD UNCLE LIKE OIKAWA!!!!😭😭😭😭

uwu yes i love this req so lets start

so basically

two words:

uncle oikawa

bahahaha no not really but yes really tho

anyways

this is going to basically be the scenario where takeru has accepted you as his auntie

so sit down my little grasshoppers because this is finna be a long one

it all started when oikawa forgot his promise

now,

oikawa prides himself in being a know-it-all and being ‘responsible’ or shit like that but hes,,,,, far from that

like how he was currently running towards the gym where takeru’s volleyball class was at because he forgot that his sister made him promise to pick his nephew up since she was working overtime today

oikawa tooru didnt care about his appearance and the way he huffed as he sonic nyoomed his way there since he was more scared of what his sister would do to him if she finds out he was late

the sight of the gym door has never felt so good

‘TAKERU!!’

he yelled and a head peaked out that belonged to the one and only boy

‘uncle, youre so loud’

he chided and tooru rolled his eyes before grabbing his hand

‘hey, go get your stuff. im late and y/n is going go kill me if im not there’

takeru rolled his own eyes and went at a snail’s pace as he packed up his knee pads and his water bottles

‘TAKERU HURRY UP WHAT-!’

‘hmm,, dont lie uncle. you just want to see the pretty goddess nee-chan’

OKAY TAKERU DANG

so basically,,

its been mentioned that you call the boys a lot or its them calling you and oikawa happens to be the one who calls you constantly

and takeru lives with them and he’s usually up quite late so he hears tooru downstairs while talking to you

like one time, he couldnt sleep and his mom told him to drink warm milk to help him so he was just going down the stairs when he heard tooru laugh

now, dont get him wrong

hes heard his uncle laugh before so hes seen how he laughs around girls and it was like nails on a chalkboard

but this time, it sounded very genuine and his chuckles were almost,,, shy

and he figured that tooru was talking to a girl since he kept saying a girl’s name

‘y/n-chan~ youre so cute~ dont make me come over there and kiss you~’

oikawa cooed and takeru cringed

so he was talking to you

he was no stranger to your name as he once teased his uncle for being whipped and got an hour long rant about how beautiful you were and nice and angelic and how you were just an angel on earth

so yea he knew you

tooru’s voice became clearer as he stepped foot into the kitchen

even a child like him could tell his uncle was basically in love with you

and he doesnt even really know what love is!!

‘disgusting’

the child said and tooru, who believes in ghosts and is the biggest scaredy cat, shrieked at the sudden voice

‘oikawa-san? what’s wrong?’

your voice could be heard through his phone but tooru quickly told you good night and ended the call before he got off the chair and crossed his arms to stand in front of takeru

‘what did you say?’

he asked and takeru looked up at him, mimicking his pose

‘i said, its disgusting, uncle’

oikawa looked offended

‘what?! how could you say that?!’

takeru shrugged then he walked over to the fridge

‘yozora-kun told me that girls have cooties and we would die if we get it’

god it was such a childish thing to say but to an actual child like takeru, it sounded perfectly valid

‘its gross and nasty and he said you get all sweaty and you get a fever and ew’

tooru shook his head in disbelief before going over to help the boy get a glass

‘its not nasty or gross or disgusting, takeru. its actually,,, really nice. you dont die from it and you get sweaty when you get nervous and you dont get a fever, you just get flustered, thats all’

takeru still didnt believe him

‘well, he also said girls become monsters and they would eat your face’

KFJDSLFJSLDKIM SCREAMING

oikawa chortled

‘what?!’

‘you heard me. all girls are monsters and you should protect yourself, uncle’

but when he met you, my oh my, you were no monster

you were,,,,,, really really really pretty

poor takeru doesnt really know the real meaning of beautiful so he settled on you being really really really really pretty

like when oikawa dragged him in the gym, takeru stared at you

his mind couldnt process on the fact that someone as pretty as you even existed

but that doesnt really say much since hes only like 8

BUT STILL

oikawa was hurriedly shoving them both in the gym and he was annoyed that takeru was just standing there but he was really just watching you as you scurried around to give the team their towels

‘takeru! come on!’

tooru’s voice snapped him out of it so he finally walked forward

‘y/n-chan~!’

oikawa called out and iwaizumi was about to yell at him for being late but you already had your bad bitch face on and you were strutting over

‘oikawa tooru, do you know how late you are?!’

you scolded and pulled his ear down to your height

‘eeeehhhh~~??? y/n-chan dont be so rough! it hurts! dont hurt oikawa-san!’

he teased to ease your anger but you sucked in a sharp breath

‘ill make sure it hurts more’

oikawa turned pale and started pleading and stuttering

‘please pleaseplease y/n-chan, i had to pick up takeru and it was a total mess and-’

at the mention of takeru, you let go of him and you finally caught sight of the little boy

ohmygee he was so adorable and youre just a sucker for adorable kids so you kinda squatted to his height since the height difference wasnt that big

you gave him a big smile and waved a hand

‘hey, you must be takeru. im y/n’

the poor kid’s face turned red unknowingly and he stiffened before nodding aggressively

‘my name is oikawa takeru and i am 6 years old’

he hand out his hands to prove his age and you giggled before nodding

‘my name is l/n y/n and i am 16 years old’

you held out 10 fingers then switched to having 6 up like he did

‘waaaa youre,,,’

the boy paused to subtract with his fingers before looking up at you with wide eyes

‘youre 10 years older than me!’

you sweatdropped at the sudden thought of being old

‘hmm i guess i am’

you tilted your head to the side and continued to talk to the boy, completely oblivious to the stares from the others

they all sported a bright red blush and red ears at the thought of you being so good with kids and what if it was their own?

kindaichi gasped and held his hands to his face to cover the burst of all shades of red that decorated his entire face

OHMYGOSH THEYRE SO WHIPPED WHAT

‘ne, nee-chan, i know you’

takeru spoke as you led him to sit down on the bleacher, away from the practicing team and from any rogue balls

‘oh? you do?’

‘eung! uncle talks about you all the time! and he calls you too! i live with him, see, and nana yells at him for being on his phone during dinner because hes talking to you’

takeru admitted and you turned red, suddenly flustered

‘he talks about me? what does he say about me, take-chan?’

the little boy paused, holding his chin to think, then he lit up

‘he calls you beautiful goddess y/n-chan!’

YALL TAKERU IS SO CUTE WHAT THE HECK

‘he does?’

you asked, wholeheartedly surprised

takeru violently nods his head

‘yes! uncle talks about you all the time! my friend yozora wants to meet you too!’

‘hah? who is that?’

takeru sheepishly scratches his cheek

‘yozora-kun told uncle that girls are gross but uncle got mad and told him you were different because you were pretty and nice and yozora wants to see if you really were’

you laughed at the childish claims of this yozora boy

‘well,,, take-chan, do you think im gross?’

you asked, making the boy flustered again

‘no,,,, nee-chan is really pretty’

he mumbled while twiddling his fingers and you squealed before hugging him

‘oh, take-chan! you should visit more often!’

takeru nodded, smiling at how warm you were

‘eung! i love nee-chan! see? i can say i love nee-chan because im not a coward like uncle!’

you pulled away just slightly with a raised eyebrow

‘what are you talking about, takeru?’

the child puffed out his chest and his lip took on a smug angle

‘uncle talks to the mirror every morning! he says hes practicing! he takes forever just saying he loves you in the mirror and he doesnt let me pee! but its okay! because uncle can keep being coward but i get the pretty nee-chan!’

a disbelieving smile settled itself on your face and you absentmindedly caressed his smaller hand

‘what else does uncle do, take-chan? you see, nee-chan wants to tease him!’

takeru paused then lit up

‘oh! before i was born, mama told me uncle ate flowers because he thought his fart would smell like roses!’

‘hah?!’

your cries of shock made the boy laugh and you joined in with him

‘also! iwa-nii made me a tree house, right?! and uncle wanted to go in but he was too big so he got stuck at the front door! iwa-nii had to take the front part out and used soap to get him out!’

your cackles attracted the now ready captain and oikawa had an uneasy look

that little brat mustve told you some embarrassing stories based on how you laughed

‘oi! takeru! you shut your mouth right now, young man!’

he shouted and quickly stomped over to you at the bleachers

but you held the boy close, protecting him from the angry brunette

‘no! you stay away, oikawa-san! nee-chan will protect you, take-chan!’

you proclaimed and takeru was more than happy to snuggle closer and stick his tongue out at his uncle

you had a similar mischevious look and a wide but scary grin on your face that spelled nothing but trouble

was he,,,, being blackmailed right now?

tooru was scandalised at the thought and the act causign him to lunge over to you, tickling your sides so you could loosen your grip on the child

but you held on, giggling loudly causing takeru to also laugh when tooru’s fingers would touch his side too

‘no! stop-! ack-! tooru!’

you shouted but tooru was able to find an opening to grab takeru by under his arms and you reached over to grab him back but he was already lifted high

‘now what did you tell her, you brat?’

‘nothing!’

takeru shrieked but tooru hummed, not quite believing him

‘i dont think so’

tooru sat down on the floor and placed takeru on his lap with his fingers quickly hitting his ticklish spots

‘NOOO!!!! UNCLE!!!!’

you giggled and joined over, completely forgetting where you were and what your responsibilities are

okay can we take a second on how cute this moment is?

like despite the team practically being in love with you, they couldnt help but think of how much you guys looked like a family

iwa herded everyone to stop staring and keep practicing bc he knew that this was the first time tooru has been truly happy in a very long time

by the end of practice, you and takeru were practically best friends already

you were very sad to have to let him go home but he promised to come back soon

tooru gave him over to iwa so he could talk to you while you were packing up

you were putting on your jacket when you felt him tap your shoulder

with a smile, you turned around and he mirrored your grin

well,,, it was more like a shy and bashful grin

from behind him, you could see takeru being lifted by mattsun and his laughter echoed in the wind

tooru noticed your gaze then chuckled softly

‘thank you for,,, yanno,, keeping him busy’

you waved your hands around with a laugh

‘nonono! its okay! really! hes so adorable that i look forward to seeing him again!’

he let out a relieved sigh then placed his hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet

‘y/n,, youre really good with kids’

that comment made you flustered but you waved it off

‘nah, i just connect with them more. theyre so easily entertained and the innocence is nice’

‘well,, youll be a great mother in the future’

you chuckled then ruffled his soft hair

‘youll be a great father in the future then oikawa-san’

at first, he was just going to laugh it off but then the image of you playing with a child who possessed chocolate brown locks and beautiful e/c eyes appeared

he turned red and he fumbled for a response, completely speaking gibberish with no idea of what to even say

unfortunately for him, the team was not in a far distance and they could hear oikawa sputtering nonsense so to ‘help’ him, they started shouting for you guys to hurry up

‘come on! lets go, you guys! the bakery closes in a 10 minutes!’

makki yelled and you perked up and waved to signal you were going

‘come on, oikawa-san!’

you grabbed his hand and pulled him along

takeru noticed his uncle’s red face and a cute sly smile creeped up on his face

‘hmmm,,,,’

then he started a plan

and wow god must’ve wanted him to succeed because its like the fates and the stars and the universe just aligned

takeru was walking with his mom around a supermarket when he noticed your familiar h/c hair

‘y/n nee-chan!’

he shrieked before he could even stop himself and you were startled, wildly looking around for the person who said your name

‘nee-chan!’

takeru shouted again, running away from his mom towards you

‘takeru-!’

yall what is oikawa’s sister’s name? lets name her ‘tara’

tara shouted for her son and ofc ran after him when he didnt listen

‘takeru!’

you greeted back and winced a little when the force fo the little boy crashed into your legs

‘nee-chan! momma, look its nee-chan!’

takeru said when his mother caught up to him

‘oikawa takeru! you never run in the store like that again, you hear me?’

she scolded but then smiled up at you

‘oh hello darling, you must be y/n. im tara, tooru’s older sister and takeru’s mom’

she outstretched her hand for you to shake so you awkwardly shook it

‘uh-im l/n y/n’

‘momma! shes the pretty nee-chan i told you about! and shes the one uncle talks to every night!’

you cringed a little when takeru was excitedly talking as he was attracting other people with his loud voice

tara bless her heart noticed your discomfort and told you to go and follow her to the checkout if you were done

she ended up paying for your stuff despite your protests but she excused it as ‘consider this as payment for putting up that idiot brother of mine’

takeru wanted to show off so he held your bags but you still held on to their own to help tara out

‘ne, nee-chan! why are you not with uncle? its practice today, right?’

takeru asked as you three walked down the street

‘natsu’s sick so i was picking up some porridge for him to eat. i excused today because i wanted to take care of him’

takeru lit up

‘nee-chan! you should come over! nana wants to meet you too!’

tara rolled her eyes at her son with a smile

‘no, take-kun. nee-chan needs to go home to look after-’

‘ah, its okay, oikawa-san! natsu wont be awake for a while so i can spare an hour or two’

‘yey!’

tara made small talk with you while takeru hummed in front of you

‘thank you so much for putting up with my two boys, y/n. i heard from hajime that you kept takeru company while tooru practiced’

you nodded

‘it wasnt a big deal though. i love takeru, hes a sweetheart. and oikawa-san takes good care of him’

tara chuckled

‘as much as takeru loves to poke fun at tooru, he really does appreciate him you know? without a father, i worried on who would be his male figure. but tooru lived up to his title and takeru wants to do everything he does. like say, volleyball’

you followed along and you could see the little bits of tooru even by the way takeru walked

the little skip that his uncle had seemed to copy itself on to the nephew with even the happy humming

‘oikawa-san is,,, a really great person’

you off-handedly mentioned and tara looked at you from the corner of her eye

warmth blossomed in her chest because although she knew how much of an insecure and rash person her brother was, he deserves someone who talks about him with such love in their voice

even the look in your eyes was enough to make her think,

yep, you are the one

omg nana oikawa is ltr head-over-heels for you already

the love for y/n is an oikawa thing

when takeru opened the door, nana oikawa rushed to greet her grandson when she saw another person

a girl

‘nana! nana! this is y/n nee-chan! uncle’s pretty goddess!’

uwu nana knows who exactly you are

lets just say shes exactly like takeru and has witnessed her son lovingly talk to some y/n girl at 3 in the morning

and her son has expressed his love and admiration towards you every chance he can

so yes lets just say she knows who you are

thats why nana brightly smiled and quickly ushered you into the house

‘oh come in! come in! takeru-kun, go lead y/n-chan to the couch and make her comfortable! ill get tea!’

takeru nodded and he grabbed your hand with his small one to go to the living room

you awkwardly sat stiffly, not exactly knowing what to do as this entire family seemed to know who you are

takeru settled himself beside you and was actively talking about what they did at volleyball practice today

you were enamored in his story that you didnt notice nana walk in with a try of tea with tara trailing behind her with cookies

you moved to help her but nana shook her head with a gentle smile before sitting down at the chair beside the couch

‘here you go, dear’

you bowed slightly and held the cup of green tea

everyone was now settled and you were nervously tapping your finger against the cup

you dont even know why youre nervous

its like youre suddenly meeting your boyfriend’s family without your boyfriend actually there

‘so,’

you jumped a little at the voice of nana and she smiled at you

‘oh dear dont be so nervous! we’re not that bad! we dont bite’

‘unless you want us to’

takeru whispered and you giggled, ruffling his hair with your free hand

‘so youre the famous y/n-chan then?’

you nodded again

‘takeru told us all about his adventures at seijoh the other day and, well,, he likes to tease his uncle but,, we believe him’

tara smiled, remembering her son’s words

‘nee-chan, i told them that uncle was very weird and shy and awkward and it was so weird’

he whispered, yet still able to be heard by everyone in the room

‘oh my, when we heard that we couldnt believe a person, much less a female, could even do that to him! i worried that my son would never develop interest in any girl but it seems i was worrying for nothing!’

nana giggled and you couldnt help but smile, realizing her laugh sounded exactly like tooru’s

‘you know, y/n, tooru’s never really had a crush before. and believe me, id know but even with his last girlfriend, which was also his first, he didnt seem interested at her in that way-well, maybe he was but he wasnt exactly enamored with her like he is with you’

you knew little about tooru’s first and last girlfriend

it was the butt of mattsuhana’s jokes all the time but you never partook bc you could see how,,, sad,,, tooru looks whenever its brought up

but you turned red,hand waving at her last comment

‘oh nonono, youre wrong. uhh, how do i say this,, oikawa-san,,, he just appreciates me bc,, i,,, reject his advances,, and,,, bring him milk bread,,, and banana milk,,,, and such,,,’

you trailed off and the two older women shared a look behind their cups

heh, it was refreshing to have tooru do the chasing this time

‘you must be wondering how, we, you know, know you, right?’

you nodded at nana’s question

she chuckled then placed her tea down

‘you see, we are aware of tooru’s,,,, expiditions. and by that, we mean the interest of others in him and his returned interest. but hes our family so we know that his interest is,, actually fake’

you looked down, knowing exactly what shes talking about

‘especially with girls, we see his annoyance, his ignorance, and we’re not proud of it. but with you, when he talks about you, its as if he was talking about the,,, the love of his life!’

you were startled, not sure if you should be proud of that or confused about that

‘mom! dont say that!’

tara nagged but nana shrugged her off

‘no, i want to express my gratitude for this girl. y/n, i want you to know now that,,, my son is damaged’

‘takeru cover your ears’

tara hurried and the boy shot his mother a confused look but still did it anyways

‘tooru,,, feels that he shouldnt burden us as he’s now the man of the house after his father and i’s separation. and,,, perhaps its the past of his father’s but,,, he doesnt let anyone in, except for us and hajime’

nana oikawa’s eyes held sadness

a raw emotion that shouldnt be shown to a stranger but by how much and how often tooru talks about you, she practically knew you already

‘and he refuses to do anything that isn’t necessary. he hates doing pointless things unless they will serve him purpose in the future thats why he focuses on that damn sport so much, even giving himself injuries! i worried and worried for him but then,, you came along. all the sudden, i see the life in his eyes that was wrongly taken from him, be replaced and its all because of a girl. ive never heard tooru talk about someone else other than his team or hajime so it was quite a surprise for us that he found someone who was, what he considers, worth his time. and the way,, the way he looks when he talks,,, y/n, i believe you are what he says, an angel’

a sudden wave of tears appeared as nana oikawa looked up to meet your eyes and you let out a stiff laugh but you tightened your grip on your cup

‘you are,,, my son’s angel’

DKFLJSKDFJDSLKFJSDLKFJD MY FEELS

the conversation was quickly shifted by tara as she could see the conflict in the way your eyebrows furrowed and the rapid movement of your pupils

she knew that you were probably still at a stage that you didnt realize your captain’s real and authentic feelings for you and she didnt want you to find out this way

tara knows how emotional her mother can get regarding her son so she switched to another topic to not get too in deep with the whole situation

next thing you knew, you were giggling and laughing at nana oikawa’s merciless onslaught of her son’s childhood events

you attempted to hide your laugh by sipping your drink but it still came out wholeheartedly

‘yes! i wondered for a whole week as to why my roses were disappearing and i never would’ve thought id find my son eating them at 6 in the morning!’

nana cackled while takeru was so laugh-tired that he slumped over to your side, completely breathless

‘oh! dont forget the mickey mouse one! you see, y/n, we spent about a week at my aunts house and tooru saw a mouse! the poor child woke everyone up at midnight, screaming about a mouse sleeping next to him! and just to top it off, we visited disneyland and, whew, we just know now to avoid mickey mouse. to this day, that child is still traumatized by that cartoon’

meanwhile at seijoh,

oikawa was sneezing nonstop and iwaizumi has bonked him many many times now

‘OI! IF YOU GET SICK RIGHT NOW I WILL HIT YOU!’

‘OH GREAT! ILL BE SICK AND HAVE A CONCUSSION AT THE SAME TIME! THANKS IWA-CHAN!’

tooru irritably snapped and iwa was even surprised at how snippy he was

‘oi, what crawled up your ass and died today’

oikawa pouted then stomped his foot like a child

‘y/n isnt here today’

‘oikawa shes taking care of her cousin! she has a life outside of us you know?’

makki teased but flinched when tooru stomped his foot harder

‘but im her life! im all she needs!’

the entire team sweatdropped at the sight of makki and mattsun holding back their bara arms vice captain from beating up their captain

‘ill be sure to give him mickey mouse stickers next time!’

you teased and they laughed

there was still remaining giggles left when the door handle twisted and the front door opened, revealing the man of the hour himself

takeru perked up and ran to the door to greet his uncle

‘uncle! uncle!’

he exclaimed and tooru sighed before grinning at him

his ears twitched at a familiar muffled giggle but he thought nothing of it by excusing it as him missing you so much that hes now hearing you

the thought of you dampened his mood again

‘uncle is too sad to play with you, takeru’

takeru’s head tilted to the side and one eyebrow was raised

‘heh? why? iwa-nii bonk you too hard?’

tooru shook his head solemnly

‘no. my darling wasnt there today and-’

‘oikawa-san, welcome home’

you emerged into the small hallway and tooru’s jaw dropped

then he snapped out of the surprise and ran straight towards you, picking you up and twirling you around

‘Y/N-CHAN~~~~~!!!!!’

he cheered and you giggled, trying to hold on to his shoulders to stabilize yourself

‘dont be so loud, oikawa-san’

you chided but with a smile

tooru calmed down however he still held you in his arms and was looking up at you with a grin, completely missing the fact that youre even at his house

‘its so nice to have y/n-chan greet me at the door. its like i have a wife! you wanna be my wife, y/n?’

you blushed a deep red and flicked his forehead

‘oikawa-san, your mother and sister is-’

you whispered harshly but a sudden shout made you both turn

‘NO! NEE-CHAN IS MY WIFE! NOT UNCLE’S! SHES TOO PRETTY FOR A COWARD LIKE UNCLE! I WILL FIGHT FOR NEE-CHAN! SURRENDER, UNCLE!’

you and oikawa looked at each other exasperatedly but with a fond look in your eyes

‘go’

you whispered

‘avenge me, oikawa-san’

that was enough for him to drop you gently and run to tackle takeru, who was giggling and kicking the air

you returned to your spot on the couch but shrunk back at the smirks the two oikawa women were directing to you

nana oikawa wanted you to have dinner with them so you stayed and oikawa held your hand under the table

even though they could obviously see it but yanno just stay quiet

‘y/n-chan, as much as i love you being here and meeting my family, how did you get here?’

takeru proudly raised his hand and swallowed his food

‘I BROUGHT NEE-CHAN HERE! I SAW HER AT THE MARKET!’

tooru nodded and reached over to ruffle his head

‘thank you, takeru! you turned uncle’s bad day to a good one!’

you turned to him with a worried look

‘huh? did something happen while i was away?’

tooru shook his head and pouted at you with his puppy eyes

‘y/n-chan wasnt there at practice today and oikawa-san missed her very much and-’

‘oikawa-san, please refrain from speaking in third person’

‘BUT Y/N-CHAN-!’

again, the two oikawa women shared a look

yep, you are the one

oikawa naturally took it upon himself to walk you home by saying ‘y/n-chan shouldnt walk home by herself!’

but in reality, he just wanted to spend more time with you because he didnt get to do that today

he just wanted his daily fill of you

O_O

aNYwAys

you both were walking down the street, hand-in-hand

KDSFJLSDKFJ FLASHBACKS FROM THE OIKS ROUTE

‘i love your family, oikawa-san’

you said and he giggled

‘well, just wait a few years and youll be a part of it too’

you blushed and smacked him on the chest making him wince and exagerrate an ‘ow!’

‘your mom,,, really loves you. and your sister, and takeru! theyre really nice and im happy your family loves you so much’

‘what about you? do you love me?’

you hummed

‘eung! i love oikawa-san! and the boys! i love all of you!’

DKFLJSDKFJSDLKFSJD NOOOOO FLASHBACKS AGAIN TO THE KUWS EPISODE OF THEM LEAVING AND OIKAWA TELLING HER HE LOVES HER ANDFJDKFJSDKFLDKJ ACK! FEELINGS!

oikawa had a sad smile on but he didnt push any further

‘well! you met my family already so now its my turn to meet yours!’

you turned to give him a deadpan expression

‘oikawa-san, my father chased you with a broom. i dont think its safe for you to even step foot at my front porch’

oikawa scoffed and puffed out his chest smugly

‘hah! your oikawa-san is a strong man! he doesnt get scared over some broom!’

‘oh! oikawa-san! i need to get your opinion on this! i want to give iwa-san this mickey poster but-’

noticing that oikawa was no longer walking beside you, you turned around to see him staring at the spot you were previously at

‘oikawa-san?’

he didnt answer and you giggled

‘oh? is it mickey mouse? you scared?’

you neared the phone to his face and then his eyes settled on the terrifying face of the disney character

oikawa screamed

a/n: AAAAAAAAA WE FINALLY GETTING THROUGH REQS AND IM SO HAPPY THAT MY TEACHER IS SO NICE AND OMGOMGOMG MY FRIEND GOT INTO AN ACCIDENT AND WE WERE TALKING ABOUT HOW A BIRD GOT INTO OUR CLASSROOM AND SDKFJDSLFKJSDLKFJSDLFKJNOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways, how yall been? i know ive been gone for a hot sec but uwu hey!!!

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silverfootstepswrites · 7 years ago

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Butterfly [22]

summary Who?

“I’m so worried!”

“Mmhm.”

“Maru is usually so energetic! He loves to run!”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think it could be a tumor? Some kind of stomach problem?”

Kiba sat up straight. His magnifying glasses made his eyes bug out. Ignoring the fretting old woman, he reached around to grab a pair of tweezers. Bending over the dog again, he pulled the big thorn out of the animal’s paw. He rubbed the big Akita between the ears before he applied a little ointment on the cut and placed a bandage over it.

The old woman thanked Kiba profusely, all the way to the lobby. Lifting his glasses on top of his head, Kiba squinted. He rubbed his eyelids before he looked around. After the woman had paid and left, Kiba frowned.

“Where’s Akamaru?” he asked his mom.

“Sakura-chan came by and took him a little while ago,” Tsume replied, not looking up from her phone.

“Took him where?” demanded Kiba. When there was no response, Kiba walked up to the counter and waved his hand in front of her face.

“Ma. Where?” he asked again.

Tsume shrugged. Kiba sighed.

“Thanks, Ma.”

“No problem, son- Alright! Sugar Crush!”

“And Kiba-san really doesn’t mind?” Naruto asked for the millionth time. He patted Akamaru on the head. Akamaru’s tongue lolled out as he stretched out on the cool floor. He exposed his belly, tail thumping back and forth as Naruto scratched it.

“Eh. It’ll be fine,” replied Sakura with a shrug.

Naruto had returned from the baseball tournament significantly tanner and a little taller. Other than a bruise on his arm from a collision with a teammate, he was unscathed. And he had immediately headed to the rink. Not to see Sakura, so much. More like because-

“IT WAS SO HOT. There wasn’t even air conditioning in the dorms!” griped Naruto, lying on the surface of the ice. Sakura maneuvered around him to avoid slicing his hand open with the blade of her skate.

“Well, you’re home now. And the summer’s almost over,” replied Sakura. She turned in time to see Naruto flail.

“What’s the point of summer break if I don’t even get to enjoy it, Nee-chan? All because of dumb baseball,” he grumbled.

Sakura stopped in front of him.

“You love baseball. Besides, when it starts getting cold, you’ll be whining that you can’t wait to play baseball again,” she pointed out. Naruto pouted. She put her hands on her hips. When he continued to sulk, Sakura reached down.

“Come on, kiddo. You still remember how to do that Lutz?” she asked.

Naruto took her hands. Let her pull him to his feet.

“Is it the toe pick or the edge? I forget.”

“Naruto,” she sighed, laughing a little.

Kiba showed up a couple hours later.

“Hey! How are you going to go around kidnapping people’s dogs?” demanded Kiba, pointing at Sakura as she landed a perfect toe loop. She stuck her tongue out as she spun away from him.

“Hi, Kiba-san!” Naruto chirruped.

Kiba turned his head. He found Naruto and Akamaru both lounging on the bleachers. The cool metal surface was like a paradise compared to the heat outside. Akamaru wagged his tail a little but didn’t even get up to greet him.

“Akamaru, you asshole,” growled Kiba. Akamaru snuffled once and closed his eyes.

If Kiba starred in his own ice show, Sakura had once said, it would be called “Disaster on Ice”. After nearly cracking his skull open in elementary school, Kiba refused to set foot on the rink. And this left Sakura free to skate around while Kiba was stranded outside. Which is exactly what she did.

“Say, Haruno...” Kiba said as he watched her glide past in lazy laps.

“Yeah?” she replied, slowing a little.

“Are you alright living in that big house alone?” he asked.

It was only then that she stopped right in front of him. Snow sprayed out from beneath her boot. She came closer until her toe picks almost bumped against the side.

“I’m not alone. I’ve got all you guys to come bother me, right?” she laughed. His eyes flickered down to her hand, to her bare ring finger. And she knew what he was implying. But she pretended not to as she pushed off again, to the other side of the rink. Just the scrape of her blades against the ice.

Kiba stuck around for a little while longer, watching her. And when he waved her over, it was so he could say goodnight. He slapped the back of his hand against hers twice before hitting their palms together. Kiba clapped Naruto on the back in passing. Then he took Akamaru home.

Naruto offered to walk her back later that night. But she could see his eyelids drooping. The tournament had taken a lot out of him. And he needed plenty of rest before school started again. Duffel bag over her shoulder, she ruffled his hair and headed out on her own. The cicadas serenaded her walk home.

“Have you seen Haruno-sensei?”

Asuma gave Mirai a push, sending the swing arcing forward. She squealed, hands reaching high into the air. It was cool enough in the morning to take the toddler to the park before the sun’s blazing heat destroyed all hope of a pleasant outing.

“Hm... Mirai-chan, have we seen Sakura-san today?” he asked, grabbing hold of the swing. She tilted her head back to stare up at her father.

“Sakura-tan?” she repeated. And then she shook her head. “No Sakura-tan,” Mirai confirmed, still shaking her head.

“Haven’t seen her today. Have you tried her house?” Asuma suggested, one hand on his hip. When Mirai said, “Papa, push!” he pulled the swing back and gave her a hearty push. Mirai giggled.

Itachi pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t want to seem... aggressive,” said Itachi. Asuma snorted.

“This is the countryside. It would be weirder not to. Just go knock,” Asuma urged.

Thanking him, Itachi headed off to the east side of town.

As August began winding down, it seemed like summer was gradually releasing its stranglehold. Every day, the days were a little less blisteringly hot. It was still humid enough to make sweat pour down the back of Itachi’s neck. But it seemed like the locals were already preparing for autumn.

On his walk, Itachi ran into a few students goofing off during the last days before school started up again. Among them was Naruto, whose drawings of people always ended up looking like monkeys. Still, he was a good kid. And he gave a little bow as he walked past.

A thought occurred to Itachi.

“Uzumaki-kun!” Itachi called. And when he turned, Naruto had stopped in his tracks.

“Would you happen to know where Haruno-sensei is right now?” questioned Itachi.

Naruto blinked a few times. “Have you tried calling her?” he questioned, holding up his phone.

“I did. She’s not picking up,” responded Itachi.

“Oh. Then... why don’t you just knock on her door?” suggested Naruto.

Itachi sighed. He thanked Naruto for his help and continued on his way.

This certainly wasn’t his first time at Haruno Sakura’s house. He had even slept on her living room floor once. But it felt different showing up unannounced, as opposed to when she had invited him over.

He rang the doorbell, waiting in the shade. But after a minute, there was no response. He rang it again.

Just as he considered leaving, he heard noises from inside. There were footsteps. And then the door swung open.

“Yes?” she asked. But when she spotted him, her eyes widened.

“Hi!” Sakura greeted him.

“Sorry. I’m just sort of... here,” Itachi said in return. And then he added, “I did try calling you first. I didn’t want to just... show up.”

Sakura’s eyes widened. “My phone died so I’m charging it. What’s going on?”

Itachi held up his own phone to show her a photo. It was of a flyer he had spotted at the mall the other day.

“There’s an art exhibition going on today. Are you free?”

Sakura smiled. “Another favor?”

“Only if you don’t mind.”

She invited him inside.

“I’ll be quick,” she assured him. But she could see that he was absorbed in staring at the magazine covers and newspaper clippings covering the wall. He wasn’t really hearing her.

Sakura headed to her room to wash up and to change her clothes. She had been busy all morning sorting through old photos in her pajamas. She hadn’t expected company, so she took a couple minutes to at least fill in her eyebrows and curl her eyelashes. There was no need to rush, though. By the time she finished dressing, Itachi was still standing in the hallway, expression intense as he read.

“Is it true that you broke the world record at 17?” Itachi asked when she joined him.

He was in front of one of the biggest frames. Her photo splashed across the front page of The Asahi. In huge kanji, it read: ‘Teenage Skater Wows the World’. Beside was a photo of her, arms laden with stuffed Shiba plushes and bouquets. Just out of focus were the extra flowers and stuffed animals thrown onto the ice in a downpour.

She remembered that season. Her light purple outfit with the sheer sleeves. Still wide-eyed and shaky at the end of that free skate. Winning a bronze medal at Worlds had seemed like a miracle at the time. She wondered how she would have reacted if someone would have told her she would grow up to become the six-time World Champion.

“Yeah,” was all she could think to say. She shifted her weight to her other foot. “Shall we go?”

Itachi turned to look at her. Only, he wasn’t just looking at her.

He saw her.

Itachi’s eyes flickered back to the clipping one last time. He smiled.

“Yeah. Let’s go,” he agreed.

The art gallery Itachi had chosen this time was farther this time. It was almost a two-hour drive up north. They had to stop to get gas while Itachi plugged the address into her phone. One thing Sakura had learned about Itachi during the summer was that he didn’t have a driver’s license.

“My cousin tried to teach me once. But I valued my life more than knowing how to drive,” commented Itachi, a wry twist to his lips. It was rare for Itachi to bring up his family. Sakura shifted her hands on the steering wheel.

“Are you and your cousin close?” she queried.

“Unfortunately,” replied Itachi, chuckling a little. And then he asked, “What about you, Haruno-sensei?”

Sakura tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. She eased off the acceleration a little.

“No cousins or siblings. My grandparents passed away before I was born. It was always just my parents and me,” she answered. She switched lanes to avoid getting off on the wrong exit.

“But I was never lonely or anything,” she added, sneaking a glance at him. He was looking at her. Their eyes met as he nodded. She turned her attention back ahead. Tilting the steering wheel to follow the curve of the road.

As the highway cut through the hills, it began to follow the shape of the coast. The ocean glittered to their right. Itachi opened up his window, letting the wind whip his hair around. The smell of the saltwater filled the car. Screeches of seagulls traveling through the cloudless sky.

Sakura leaned her elbow against the door. She turned up the music on the radio and opened her window too.

The exhibition they traveled to was called ‘Sessions’. The esoteric ways artists titled their work were beyond Sakura. She bit her tongue to avoid making a snide comment about it.

The paintings hung on the tall walls. Each one was lit by a sconce placed on either side of it. This gallery had a second floor; it looked like there were even more paintings up there. But what caught Sakura’s attention wasn’t really the canvases. There were chains of paper cranes tied to the pipes running along the ceiling. The colorful birds dangled in clusters throughout the room. They swayed back and forth as people brushed past them. And, in a way, Sakura almost liked the origami better than the actual paintings.

Itachi handed his tablet over to her as they walked. The programs from last time were already opened up.

“So, are you ever going to explain what this is for?” asked Sakura as she spun her way through the color wheel. She kept her eyes on the screen and let Itachi guide her in the right direction. When she almost bumped into a pole, Itachi pulled her to the left. And then he guided her past a small group of people. His hand lingered on her elbow as he continued to steer her.

“Thanks. Anyway, this could be part of some conspiracy,” she went on.

“A conspiracy?” Itachi repeated.

“These hex numbers could be... code for something,” Sakura told him.

She nearly bumped into his back when he stopped walking. Only then did she lift her chin. He looked over his shoulder at her, eyebrows rising.

“For what, Haruno-sensei?” questioned Itachi. Sakura shrugged.

“It’s your conspiracy, not mine,” replied Sakura with a wink. He laughed. Crossing his arms over his chest, he gestured with his chin toward the painting in front of them.

“Well, it seems you don’t mind contributing to my evil scheme. What colors do you see here?” he asked.

They spent a couple of hours wandering through the exhibit. There were mostly paintings of forests and mountains with a few waterfalls scattered here and there. Sakura listened to Itachi comment about the “brush strokes” and the “texture” of each one. His talk of the painting’s “composition” only baffled her even more.

“This one was done in Gouache. Look at the way this part reflects the light,” Itachi pointed out, gesturing with two of his fingers. Sakura looked over at him. He touched the earpiece of his glasses to his chin as he stared at the painting. There was a glitter in his eyes that wasn’t normally there. His lips parted as he drunk in every part of the canvas over and over again.

A smile touched his mouth as his gaze finally flickered to her.

“What is it?” he asked her.

Sakura looked back down at the tablet. “Nothing,” she replied, smiling too, for some reason.

She engrossed herself in picking out the shades that colored each landscape. Nodding and humming in response to his comments. Because even if she didn’t understand the terminology, she recognized that tone. The way people spoke when they were so utterly in love with something. So even though she didn’t understand a single word of what he said, the rhythm of that passion was familiar to her. And that felt like enough.

This art gallery was much bigger than the last one they had visited together. There were also more people. But everyone spoke in low voices, and Itachi did a good job of making sure she didn’t bump into anyone. When she glanced over her shoulder, she saw that Itachi had actually taken a half-step back. So anyone who brushed too close would knock into him and not her.

“Are you up for one more?” asked Itachi. Her gut let out a pitiful growl in response. They both looked down at her stomach. Sakura gave it a pat.

“Sorry. I’ve usually had lunch by now. And a snack too, actually,” she said, glancing down at her watch.

“Well then... screw the painting. What’re we going to eat?” Itachi asked her. Sakura laughed as she began closing the cover of his tablet.

A gasp interrupted them.

“Doesn’t that look like Haruno Sakura a little bit?” someone whispered nearby.

Sakura’s eyes flitted to Itachi. Her gaze then darted toward the door. Itachi gave her a nod. Slipping him his tablet, she strolled along the wall, pausing every once in a while, like she was examining the paintings. She fiddled with her cap to make sure it was covering as much of her hair as possible.

“No way. I hear she’s still in Sendai. Rumor is that she’s coaching Shimizu Haku now,” someone else murmured in return.

“Really? I thought she was mentoring that girl. Um... Honda? Harada? No, that’s not it.”

Eyes darting around, Sakura snuck her way to the door, Itachi just a few steps behind her. As soon as they burst into the afternoon heat, Sakura let out a huge breath. Hand to her chest, she shook her head. She retreated to the shade to pull out her phone.

“That was close,” she sighed as they made their way down the street.

“It must get frustrating,” commented Itachi.

“Huh? What does?” asked Sakura.

“Having to avoid getting recognized. When you’re just trying to go about your business,” Itachi clarified. Sakura blinked a few times, frowning. And then she shook her head, waving her hand in front of her.

“Oh, no way! That’s not why I ran out! I love talking to my fans,” replied Sakura. It was Itachi’s turn to frown.

“Then why did you run away?” he called after her as she turned a corner, following the GPS on her phone. She looked over her shoulder at him to flash a quick smile.

“Because then I’d have to say hello to everyone. And that would get loud. And then it would take attention away from the art. Wouldn’t that be rude to the artist?” she replied.

Itachi didn’t respond to that. He just followed her the rest of the way to the ramen restaurant she had chosen.

School resumed at the end of August. It was still hot. Classroom windows were left wide open. Students came back from break with various degrees of tans- some with sunburn. They shared photos between classes. The ones who had been stuck at home groaned with envy. And the sounds of lectures and chalk tapping on boards echoed up and down the halls.

Sakura nudged her aloe plant into a good slice of sunlight. And then she leaned against one of the wooden tables as she looked around the room. As always, her eyes found the wall with the gorgeous mural. It was the perfect shade of blue to soothe her eyes. Sakura had even overheard a few students comment on how pretty it was.

The door slid open. A few girls walked in, notebooks and pencil cases hugged to their chests.

“Good afternoon, Sensei,” they said. They bowed to Sakura before they settled in at one of the other tables.

Sighing, Sakura got back to work. She had received some donations from a local bookstore. The titles were mixed up in boxes with no rhyme or reason. Fashion magazines were put together with reference books. Self-help books were placed with manga. She picked up the title on top of the stack. She had been digging through the boxes since morning, but it felt like the number of books to sort hadn’t gone down at all.

Sakura sighed again.

The door opened. She heard the girls greet someone. But she didn’t pay much attention. At least, until a hand rested on the cart. He picked up one of the books, leafing through it. His shirt was white with a pattern on it that wasn’t quite polka dots. She squinted until she realized that it was covered with a bee print.

“You’ve got a bee on you, Sensei,” she commented.

“Ha ha,” replied Itachi in a flat voice. He watched her roll a rubber stamp in ink before she pressed it to the inside cover of a book. She blew on the marking for a couple seconds. Then she added it to another pile on the opposite end of the cart. He handed her a new book and observed her repeating the process.

“Is everything okay? Did you need to ask me something?” she asked as she pressed her stamp down onto the book. She flapped her hand over it to help the ink dry faster.

“Not particularly,” Itachi replied.

“Okay,” she said. When she set the novel down, he handed over a fresh one. He helped her get through an entire stack. The dry rustle of paper did the rest of the talking for them that day.

#writing #butterfly #itasaku #this chapter got loooong #budding itasaku????#don't get too excited children #we haven't even gotten to the mutual pining yet

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razberryyum · 7 years ago

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A Gintama chapter a day keeps the ending away...Lesson 486

MY 15 FAVORITE MOMENTS IN LESSON 486:

Moment 1: I liked that we were checking in with the status of the Shimuras’ dojo. I was properly impressed that they had a good number of students...

Moment 2: ...until I saw who the students were. Honestly, seeing all those scruffy dudes aggressively heading Tae-chan’s way was kinda disconcerting. Although, I was amazed she wasn’t serving them her usual burnt crap.

Moment 3: I doubt Hajime-nee was imagining this scenario when he wanted the to restart their dojo dream.

Moment 4: I love that Gin-chan was able to motivate them in his completely unmotivated way.

Moment 5: Just cuz Kagura-chan looked cute in her Goku outfit.

Moment 6: I think Papa Shimura was a little high when he came up with that...or just delirious from too much gaming.

Moment 7: I almost put this in the Ships Tally section for KonKyuu since she has the vagina move and he has the penis technique. Felt a tad just a little TOO coincidental that together, their attacks would be the perfect fit. I only decided not to because they hardly interacted at all in the chapter so it was a bit of a stretch.

Moment 8: Until this moment, I had assumed all pudding in their house belonged to Gintoki since he was the one with the sugar issues.

Moment 9: I was very wrong. Of course everything belongs to The Queen.

Moment 10: I kinda felt bad for Shinpachi since it was obvious Kyuu-chan was the one who made contact first...

Moment 11: ...but he still got beaten up for it.

Moment 12: As soon as Kondou took that thing out and started waving it at Pachi-kun, I knew the gorilla would get a good beating for that.

Moment 13: I was of course correct. He deserved it too.

Moment 14: Cool move by Gin-chan. Poor Shinpachi, that had to hurt.

Moment 15: I don’t think I understood Papa Shimura’s lesson. In the end, his secret technique still only attracted a bunch of homeless dudes who decided to squat at their dojo.

SHIPS TALLY:

Kondou x Otae: sure, she squashed his head like a bug, but I’m sure he still enjoyed it.

Disclaimer: Gintama is not only about shipping. Gintama is hilarious, clever, exciting, poignant, heart-breaking, loving, brilliant, and just so freaking amazing. It is only due to Sorachi-sama’s generosity that I can enjoy Gintama on yet another level, the shippy level, and I am forever grateful for that. GINTAMA IS LIFE AND LOVE.

5/7/2018

#Gintama #Gintama manga chap 486 #Koudoukan Dojo #Shimura Family #KonTae #Wicked Blade’s Let’s Dance All Night Rising Special Ultra Miracle Super Mario Brothers Second Edition Luigi’s Revenge Director’s Cut #Yorozuya #Shinpachi #Otae #Gintoki #Kagura #Kyuubei #Kondou #THANK YOU Sorachi-sama #Life and Love

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Butterfly [6]

summary Please don’t call them knife-shoes...

Haku wrinkled his nose as he stared into Sakura’s haggard expression.

“Ugh. You look terrible. Did you eat breakfast yet?” he asked. He pushed past her, into the house. Palm pressed to her temple, Sakura shook her head. She watched him take off his shoes, lifting his suitcase into the entrance. She leaned against the door, staring at him.

“Haku, what’re you doing here?” Sakura demanded.

He reached inside his jacket to pull out his silver medal from the World Championships.

“Season’s over. I’m here to brag,” he told her.

She blinked. Rubbed at her messy hair. She headed toward the kitchen.

“Didn’t you say that you’d come to rub the gold in my face? That looks like a silver to me,” Sakura called over her shoulder. Haku laughed, following her. He set his bag to the side and sat at the kitchen table. Leaning his elbows on the surface.

“Okay. So about that...” Haku replied. And she didn’t like the gleam in his eye as he looked up at her.

“Let me stay with you for a bit. I want you help me work on my toe loop for the next season,” he requested.

“Hell no.”

Haku wheedled over morning coffee and toast. He had brought along all her favorite breads and custards from a bakery back in Sendai. He stacked them like an altar offering in front of her, rubbing his hands together. Eyes squeezed shut.

Sakura folded her arms across her chest.

“I don’t skate anymore,” she reminded him. Haku nodded.

“Just coach me on the toe loop. I want to add another quad to my program,” he pleaded.

“...A week. And then go home,” Sakure relented. Haku’s eyes popped open. But as he grabbed for her hands, Sakura added a condition.

“And do not for ANY REASON, post on Snapchat or Instagram or whatever, that you’re with me.”

Haku deflated. The light going out of his eyes.

“No way. Come on!” he whined. Sakura glared.

He held his puppy dog gaze for all of five seconds.

“Fine,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair. Sakura rubbed at her temples. This encounter hadn’t made her headache any worse, but it hadn’t helped either.

Haku, who had taken a 10 hour ride down on the shinkansen, promptly fell asleep in the room she pointed out to him. She never went up onto the second floor, so he wouldn’t particularly be a bother to her there. She left a note for him on his door before she headed out to the rink. She stopped just outside the building to finish off a box of juice before she headed inside.

“Good morning, Sakura-chan!” Kushina exclaimed from behind the counter. Sakura grimaced. She was still wearing her sunglasses. Pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers, she shook her head.

“Kushina-san,” she sighed.

“Heard you had a fun time last night. Don’t worry. I’ll keep watch for you. Go have fun,” Kushina continued to laugh. Sakura hurried into the rink. At least to get away from the volume of the woman’s voice.

Sakura dimmed the lights a little in the rink. She kept her earbuds away too. She was still feeling a little queasy and the bright lights and noise wouldn’t make it any better. Taking a deep breath, she removed her skate guards and stepped onto the pristine surface.

At least the sound of the blades carving through the ice didn’t make her headache worse. Sakura let her body move. Muscles warming up as she did a few laps. Soon enough, she felt her joints begin to limber up. She turned backwards, toe pick hitting the ice. She spun counterclockwise. And as she landed, she heard the door creak open. Her left leg swung around, right knee bending. Her eyes darted toward the sound.

Naruto waved at her. Face snuggled down into the top of his jacket. She smiled at him as she did another lap around the rink.

After about an hour, Sakura took off her skates. She let Naruto drag her to their house next door. Showing off the huge photo album where Kushina had stored all the newspaper clippings and magazine spreads of her. And Kushina had erupted scarlet when she discovered them giggling over it. She seized the album, whacking Naruto on the back with it as he howled with laughter. And Sakura laughed too, until tears sprang up in her eyes.

When she went home to shower, Haku stumbled his way downstairs. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

His hair had grown out in the few months she hadn’t seen him. He was a little thin, too. Which was normal after the competitive season. The gurgling in his stomach wasn’t.

“We should go shopping. My fridge is empty,” Sakura called out to him from her room. She toweled her hair dry. The floorboards creaked as he stood outside. Staring at the framed photos on the wall in the hallway.

Just like Kushina, Sakura’s mother had saved all the pictures and article clippings that even mentioned ‘Haruno Sakura’. The hall outside her room was practically wallpapered with all the frames. And along one section of wall hung all her medals from her junior competitions. She had never finished a competition off the podium, after all.

“Why bother?” Haku called back through the crack in the door, “You can’t cook for shit.”

Sakura laughed as she dressed.

“I can make salad and I can cook a chicken breast. Good enough not to die,” she corrected him. She shut her dresser.

Haku booed her, sticking out his tongue at the very thought. And then her head popped out past the door.

“Or you can cook. You once asked me if you could microwave an egg to hardboil it,” Sakura reminded him. His eyes narrowed.

“... Salad sounds greeeeat,” he replied in the flattest voice imaginable.

Sakura grabbed some calico bags from the hall closet before they headed out. Haku glanced around the dirt roads as they walked. He kept his hands in the pockets of his designer hoodie. And then he scrutinized Sakura’s expression.

“So...” he hedged.

Sakura looked over at him. Eyebrows rising.

“What’re you doing now that you’re not skating?” Haku asked.

Sakura looked back ahead. “Oh. I’m working at my old high school. As the librarian,” she replied. His eyebrows pushed together.

“Is that fun?”

Sakura shrugged. “I guess?”

“Huh. Weird,” he remarked.

“Tell me about it,” she sighed.

People stopped to greet them as they walked. Old ladies especially cast Haku calculated looks, smiling a little too kindly. He shivered a little as a particularly aggressive one waddled away.

“Why do I feel like a war criminal?” he whispered.

“In a town as small as this, anything new is worth gossiping about. Bet the whole town will know about you by tomorrow,” Sakura replied as they stopped in front of the grocery store. The door slid open. Bell chiming as they stepped past the sensor.

That night, they had a mediocre salad and dry chicken breasts. And despite his jokes earlier, Haku ate his food without complaint. They sat on the floor of the living room. Sakura brought out her laptop. And they watched videos of animals doing silly things until Sakura’s eyelids started to droop.

“What time’ll you be back from work tomorrow?” he asked, watching from the doorway as she set her laptop on her desk. Plugged it in to let it charge.

“I don’t know. Around 4? Do you want to meet me at the rink?” she answered.

“Yeah. That ugly little place by the beach? OW!” Haku complained as she kicked his thigh. He tried to kick her back, but she dodged.

“Maybe work on some agility training while I’m gone,” Sakura mocked, grabbing the door frame. Planting her foot against his butt, she shoved him out of her room. Haku laughed as she shut the door in his face.

“Oyasumi!” he called. She could hear the floorboards creaking as he walked down the hall. Steps thumping up the stairs, towards his temporary room.

When Sakura arrived in the teacher’s room on Monday morning, Tsunade was waiting for her. Along with Kurenai and Shizune. Saw their grins. Sighed. She had already expected an ambush.

“Good morning,” Sakura said as she put her things down on her desk.

“Who is he, Haruno-sensei?” Tsunade asked, slapping her palms down on the tabletop.

There was no point in beating around the bush.

“Just a friend. He’s staying here for the week. Thought the countryside would be a nice break from the city,” answered Sakura.

“Oh. A friend?” Kurenai repeated in an odd voice.

“A friend,” Sakura confirmed. Eyes unwavering.

Tsunade deflated.

“You young people are so boring. Can’t even get a little decent gossip out of you,” grumbled the principal, straightening.

“I heard he’s handsome, though,” Kurenai remarked. Shizune’s eyebrows rose.

“You’re married, Sarutobi-sensei!” Shizune chided. Kurenai made a face.

“So? Handsome is handsome! Is looking a crime now?” retorted Kurenai. Sakura shook her head as the other three women burst into laughter. She excused herself as quickly as possible, heading to the sanctuary of the library. To her surprise, the light was already on when she got there. She slid the door open. And Itachi turned to look at her.

“Ah. There you are. Good morning,” he greeted her.

“Good morning, Uchiha-sensei. Can I help you with something?” she replied. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she moved past him to open up the blinds. Sunlight streamed into the library. Dust motes swirling around as she moved.

When she turned, Itachi was still there. Standing in the middle of the room. His hands in his pockets.

“Yeah. Do you like museums?” Itachi asked her.

She raised an eyebrow. “Like a science museum or like a gallery?”

“Like for paintings,” he clarified.

Sakura looked around the room. And then she nodded. “I don’t hate them. I like going to them once in a while,” she replied. Itachi took this in, forehead crinkling as he read her expression.

“Okay. That’s all I wanted to ask,” he told her.

“Alright. Have a nice day,” she called after him as she watched him slip out of the library. And it wasn’t for the first time that she thought that Uchiha Itachi was really an odd person.

Naruto tracked Sakura down when the last bell rang after classes had ended. His bag slung over his shoulder. Buttons of his blazer undone as he ran after her.

“Nee-chan! Are you coming by today?” he asked her, waving his arm. Sakura stopped walking to let him catch up. He stopped his bike, one foot on the ground to keep it balanced.

A thought occurred to Sakura. She reached out to tweak Naruto’s nose.

“Yeah. And I’m bringing a friend,” she promised him.

The sound Naruto made when he saw Haku waiting outside the rink was not meant for human ears. His eyes didn’t seem to know where to settle. He slapped at Sakura’s arm, strange noises coming from his mouth. Haku stared at the boy, his eyes darting from him to Sakura. Concern written in his every glance.

“Naruto, this is my friend Shimizu Haku,” Sakura said, smiling.

“I knoooooow,” Naruto squealed. His hands pressed to his cheeks.

“Uh. Hi,” Haku said, not stepping any closer.

As Haku sat tying his skates, his eyes flickered to Naruto, who was lurking in the corner. Near a potted plant. And when he looked closer, he could see a cardboard cut-out of Sakura wedged between the leaves.

“Don’t worry. He’s harmless,” Sakura assured him. She got to her feet. Haku nodded, accepting her outstretched hand. She pulled him up. Together, they headed into the cold room. Glass doors swinging shut behind them.

“So, Naruto is a huge skating nerd. And he’s been in love with you since your junior days. He’s like a little brother to me, so be nice,” Sakura warned him. Haku sighed.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before. He should see my official fan club,” muttered Haku.

“Oh. He’s a registered member,” Sakura replied. Before Haku could say anything at that, she stepped onto the ice. She glided into the center of the rink, arms folding across her chest.

“So. Show me. What’s wrong with your toe loop?” she asked.

Minato walked into the lobby. Witnessed his son and wife pressed against the glass door leading to the rink. The ‘Closed’ sign outside told him that Sakura was here. But normally they would just go inside to watch her. She never seemed to mind. And when she was in a good mood, she even let Naruto pick the songs for her.

“What’re you two doing?” he called out.

“Hush and get over here,” Kushina retorted, not looking at him.

Chuckling, Minato crossed the room. He craned his neck to look over Kushina’s shoulder.

He easily spotted Sakura’s pink hair.

“Again! Your right leg is sloppy!” she snapped. And even muffled through the door, there was a sharpness to it.

“I’m doing what you just did!” a man’s voice retorted. And as he skated over to her, Minato felt his jaw drop.

“Is that Shimizu Haku?” he whispered.

“Uh-huh,” Naruto replied.

“Shimizu Haku is skating at our rink?” Minato demanded.

“Yeah,” Kushina answered.

And Haku jerked to a stop in front of Sakura, brushing ice shavings off his backside.

“You can’t do exactly what I do, stupid. I carry all my weight here,” Sakura shouted, gesturing to her stomach and hips. And then she slapped her palm down onto Haku’s chest. And all three Namikaze’s gasped, like she had slapped a priceless vase off a pedestal.

“A man’s center of gravity is here. So obviously you can’t balance just like I do. You have to feel where your center is and adjust accordingly,” she went on.

“Show me one more time,” Haku said.

Sakura huffed, pushing her hair out of her face. She pushed him with both her hands to the edge of the rink. Out of her way.

“Look at my blade when I land,” she yelled to him as she skated away.

And then she hit her left toe pick into the ice, launching herself into the air. Elbows tucked into her body as she spun once, twice, three times. When she landed, it was on the outside edge of her right skate. As her left leg swung around, she turned to glare at Haku.

“There shouldn’t be any spraying when you land. You look like you’re making a fucking snow cone,” Sakura scolded. Haku skated over to meet her. As their voices softened, they couldn’t make out the conversation anymore. All they could see was Haku pointing at her foot, and then at her leg. Sakura replied as she put her hand on his hip and began turning him. Haku nodded a few times as he listened.

“Two-time World Champion Shimizu Haku is skating in our rink,” Minato whispered. Naruto whipped his head around to glare up at his father.

“Nee-chan is a five-time consecutive World Champion, old man. Six, actually,” he growled.

And then Naruto pressed his face even closer to the glass.

“I can practically smell the greatness from here,” he sighed.

When Sakura and Haku turned around, the Namikaze’s scattered. Kushina pretended to be wiping the door while Naruto dove in the direction of a potted plant. Minato bent down to retie his shoe.

Haku turned to Sakura.

“You know how I always say you’re weird?” he asked her.

Sakura nodded, one hand on her hip.

“I take it all back. You’re not that weird,” Haku amended. “Not compared to them, anyway.” He jerked his chin toward the door. They watched Naruto throw himself away from the window again. It looked like he had been holding a giant fern frond in front of his face as a disguise. Leaning against Haku’s shoulder, Sakura laughed.

#writing #itasaku #butterfly #haku pls

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