#ayame ichiraku

[thekingwhereitallends]

My Naruto AU Headcanons:Itachi Uchiha

Itachi was trained by Minato and learnt Flying Thunder God jutsu from him. Itachi also figured out how to add Fire Style to Rasengan,and taught Minato how to add his chakra transformation to it,which was Lightning Style.

Minato is the only one throughout history to teach FTG to two of his successors:Genma Shiranui and Itachi Uchiha.

Kushina spent quite lots of time with Itachi after Obito's death. She is one of main reasons Itachi is not just so great at casting sealing jutsus but legendary Talk-no-Jutsu as well.

This skills were useful against Mangetsu and Mei,as he slowly guided them to light. They went from rivals to enemies to comrades and to friends.

Minato died with his head resting on lap of 5 years old Itachi,poking on the uchiha prodigy's forehead in his last moments.

Itachi's best friend and soulmate is Mangetsu(INFJ),who is complete opposite of Suigetsu(ESTP). They are so intimate it's unreal for most people.

Mangetsu is a very affectionate person who likes to depend on Itachi,often hugs him and lightens his mood. The irony of this is that Mangetsu wanted to kill Itachi so bad for 4 years. INTJ X INFJ=Golden Pair

Sometimes,Tsume teased Itachi,asking him to go on a date with Hana. Hana scolded her mother once she told Itachi "Afraid us half-canine anomalies would taint your noble uchiha blood?" Which earned her a shocked expression on Itachi's face,who just said "What?"

Ayame liked to cook for Itachi and waited for him whenever he came back from a mission. Itachi believes Ayame to be one of the best chefs in the village. He encouraged Ayame, who genuinely thought Itachi's good enough to match her.

Itachi mentored Yugao for two weeks after Shisui's death. By the end of the training session,She had mastered 4 different kenjutsu styles and significantly enhanced her physical prowess. Danzo originally wasn't gonna let Itachi do it,but Itachi said he'll make sure konoha will have one of the absolute best swordsmen ever. He succeeded.

Out of all Akatsuki members,Itachi enjoyed Konan's company the most. Konan would visit him once in a while,and prevents the illness from paralyzing him. She kept it a secret. She was like an elder sister to him.

Deidara's death hit Itachi hard. While the former had beef with the later,They mutually respected each other and got to hang out a few times. Deidara sensed Itachi's sadness and could empathize with him. Deidara missed Kurotsuchi badly. Itachi never slept ever since Mangetsu died under full moon. Deidara occassionaly lied beside him,staring at the moon and stars.

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In velocity does Kushina still end up Tori's sensei? What other poor souls are subjected to her and dragged to the hokage's house for team dinners?

I’m not sure! I have put very little thought into the over all trajectory of this AU. I think I need to ruminate on what I want the family dynamics to be like and then I can figure out what the natural consequences would be.

Tori is pro school but likely wouldn’t become a ninja if given a chance. “Doesn’t become a ninja” is complete incomprehensible to Minato and Kushina so she is kind of stuck with it. So she definitely goes to the academy but idk if she gets a typical team or not.

In the beginning I don’t think Minato really thinks of her as like…. A person? She’s like a fun little fuinjutsu pet. Basically a summons. Kushina likes playing with her hair. Then he’s like “what do you MEAN you can’t to the substitution jutsu?” and he has to shift into thinking about her as a ninja in training. But I think he and Kushina would see that more as normal parent-child training than an apprenticeship, so she’d have other mentors/teachers.

I do think Kushina would really want her making friends and brining them over. Tori is like “I see, that’s what Itachi is for” but obviously she needs other friends besides her finance?! But there’s not a lot if canon characters her age so maybe there’s a rotating cast of one off OCs Tori traumatizes

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Can you please write a fanfic where reader is kakashi's soulmate who isn't aware about it... She doesn't believe in soulmates so shika and kakashi and the gang and others help kaka by hiring the reader as personal chef in the hokage residence.. they slowly begin getting close and it's followed by fluff and smut please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

errr I don't really write reader/SI stuff and smut is something i can only write when the stars align (horny, high motivation, high energy, lots of time) haha but I can give you a snippet :) "I really am so glad that you came to help," Ayame chirps gratefully as she dries off her hands, "I really don't know what i would do without you."

"Shoo, shoo," you say, nudging her towards back entrance, "go and visit Uncle Teuchi, I'll hold the fort until dinner. Tell Uncle I said I hope he's doing better, today."

Ayame leaves with an exhausted, graceful smile and jogs out, disappearing behind the door quickly. When you'd heard news of Uncle Teuchi collapsing from health issues, you'd dropped your job as a waitress of a tea shop in the quiet town of Oe and headed straight to Konoha to check in on your uncle and cousin.

Poor Ayame had been drowning at the workload of keeping Ramen Ichiraku as usual while fretting for her father's health, so you'd just told her I can help, and she'd run you through with the basics of keeping the store open.

Ayame wakes at three in the morning to get the broth going, and gets the shop warmed up until you begin at ten, before the lunch rush, then she gets a few hours break to visit Uncle Teuchi and catch a small nap, before she's back to help with the dinner rush, before clocking out when it quiets down and leaving you to close.

It's a good, stable system. You always were more of a night-owl than a morning bird, and the customers understand that you're new and learning, and are very much forgiving to your slower speed.

The only real downside to the job is - "Aw, Ayame-chan's already gone for the day?" Naruto Uzumaki, the supposed next Hokage asks as he saunters into the shop with a grin - the damn shinobi.

Not that you have any particular hatred for shinobi, but they're just... Well, they're murderers for hire, no matter how you try and dress it. It sure doesn't help that all the blood does something to their brain - as one of your colleagues from the teahouse had whispered to you after a fight had broken out - they're all odd.

Naruto's a good boy, though, he's not quite like the other shinobi who frequent Ichiraku, nor like the occasional ninja you'd seen at the teahouse on those rare days. The problem with Naruto is that where he goes, more shinobi follow - he just has something about him that invites others to join him.

Usually it's that shinobi with the scar over his nose, sometimes it's the youngsters with the freaky eyes and the one with the dog, but today it's a spiky haired, lazy faced man and the goddamned Hokage - again.

"Welcome," you says stiffly, as the air inside the shop gets stuffy with claustrophobia, it's the guards, Ayame had said casually, they're invisible - some shinobi magic - but they have to come in to make sure that Hokage-sama is safe, "Ayame-chan already left to visit Teuchi-oji."

"Ah, right. I'll make sure to visit him, too. He's doing okay?" Naruto beams at you, smile white and bright.

"I think so, what can I get for you today?"

You turn to start cooking up some pork, mouthing along silently as Naruto says, "miso ramen with pork! Extra pork!" and you say, "yes, yes, what about everyone else?"

"I'll have tonkotsu," the lazy one says, slumping into his seat, and the Hokage hums a bit, "I'll have whatever you recommend!"

Customers like that are the worst, how are you supposed to know what they're feeling like eating? You hold back your scowl as you turn back to the brother and make a second serving of Naruto's order to give the Hokage, miso is basic enough that everyone should like it, right?

It takes a while, you're definitely not as skillful as Ayame when it comes to making the ramen, you'd always preferred frying, but you're passable enough the eventually you get three decent bowls served to your customers, Naruto's and the lazy one's served first with twin calls of, "itadakimasu," before they eat and you turn and take the Hokage's bowl, reaching over the counter and placing it in front of him.

He watches you the entire time, his eyes glued to your hands, ignoring the bowl of ramen you'd just placed in front of him to stare at your fingers.

"I didn't poison it," you say dryly, "eat before it gets cold."

"Ahaha, of course I wasn't thinking that, that'd be cruel..." the Hokage says, his eyes flickering to your face as he slowly reaches up to hook a finger to pull his mask down.

You just watch him blankly as the fabric pulls down and reveals a straight nose, thin lips, pale skin and a single beauty mark.

Fuck, you think to yourself, willing the heat in your cheeks to dissipate, why is he always so pretty, because he is, his jaw sharp and bones delicate enough to teeter between classically handsome and unfairly beautiful.

The Hokage's lips pull tight over his white, straight teeth in a soft smile, "itadakimasu," he says smoothly and begins eating with a bright, "delicious!" even though you know that your ramen is mediocre in comparison to Teuchi-oji's and Ayame's skillful cooking - you always overcook the noodles just a bit - and the Hokage's light eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks as he lowers his head to slurp up some ramen what the fuck why are they longer than your own?

You're dragged from your staring by the lazy one's voice, "say, what do you think about soulmates?" he's already done eating, and has taken to watching you carefully.

You can't help the disdain from twitching across your face, "I suppose soulmates are an idealistic concept," "I'm asking what you think about them," you can't help but click your tongue, "the idea of having one person you're locked into by fate or whatever, it's a bit... I don't like it, the thought of being trapped from the beginning like that."

"Do you believe in it?"

"Not really," you shrug as Naruto finishes up his bowl, raising a hand saying one more, please! and you turn to get started on another bowl of miso with extra pork, "if soulmates were a thing, wouldn't there be more proof of it? Maybe it's more of a I'll believe it when I see it kind of thing for me, perhaps."

"What about the red string of fate tied around your pinky?"

"Sounds inconvenient," you say, frying the pork with a nice sear, "wouldn't it get caught on something?" and the lazy one just replies with, "hm," and you begin scooping the broth for Naruto, "shinobi-san, is there a reason for your interrogation? Did you find your soulmate? If it's me, I think you're out of luck. You're not quite my type."

"Not me," the shinobi says, his face blank as you turn to give NAruto his second serve, "I'll take a beer."

"Shikamaru-kun," the Hokage pipes up, pulling his mask up as he finishes eating, "you're still on the clock," and the lazy one, Shikamaru, scowls and says, "you owe me, Hokage-sama."

"Now, now, didn't I say to just call me Kakashi? No Hokage-sama going on here," then he looks directly at you, and winks, the bastard knows he's handsome, the fucker, "you don't need to formalities, too."

"Hokage-sama," you say, trying to keep professional, "are you the one paying today?"

"Oh what's that? I think I hear an emergency, I've got to go!" the Hokage chirps and in a flash, far too quick for you to see, disappears in a blur, leaving a single leaf floating onto his empty seat. You stare at it for a second, before you turn to Shikamaru, "you'd better pay for his share."

Shikamaru curses lowly under his breath and takes a gulp of his beer, "bastard," and gives you a curt nod, "by the way, what are you planning on doing after Teuchi-san has recovered?"

You think for a second - you'd essentially thrown away your life in Oe in your haste to come to Konoha to support your only remaining family, so there's nothing left for you in the little town you'd spent the past decade of your life in - so you just shrug and say, "Ayame-chan and Teuchi-oji are my only remaining family. This shop's a bit too small for three of us, though, so I might try to find a job somewhere else so I have enough to get my own place. I'm not too poor at waitressing nor cooking; just not ramen."

"An offer, then," Shikamaru says as Naruto calls out another bowl! Please! and you turn to make Naruto's third serving of ramen, "well paying, extremely safe, board included."

You hum, laying down the pork to sizzle satisfyingly in the oiled pan, "sounds too good to be true, what's the catch?" you add in an extra slice of pork, because Naruto is a good kid and perhaps your favourite customer.

"No catch," Shikamaru says, then, "okay, maybe one catch. You'll need to deal with shinobi, a lot," and that makes you pause, because you'd been trying to keep your general discomfort around shinobi as quiet as possible, damn, how unprofessional.

"What's the job?"

"A personal cook," Shikamaru says after a brief second of silence, "for the Hokage. You'd be offered to stay in the Hokage Residence - there are a lot of empty houses for hoursekeepers and servants available in the compound, you'd need to make three meals a day on all weekdays."

You whirl on your heel, spatula in hand and pointed at Shikamaru from flipping the pork, "I'm not a servant, I'm not going to do anyone's laundry or clean their house nor tuck them into bed, do you understand?"

There's a displeased pull to Shikamaru's face and he just sighs and mutters something like troublesome under his breath and says, "right. Just cooking."

You huff, putting Naruto's bowl down in front of him with a grim smile and he says, "thanks, nee-chan!" and begins scarfing down his ramen, and you turn to Shikamaru, "we can discuss this further after Teuchi-oji recovers. I want a written contract of all specifications by then, to review and decide."

"You should just say yes," Naruto says with his mouth stuffed full, "Kakashi-sensei wouldn't treat you bad."

You grimace and pinch his cheek, "you should just focus on eating. Besides, aren't you a shinobi? You shouldn't be so wishy-washy about things that affect your future."

"But it's Kakashi-sensei! And you're you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You give his cheek a pull and Naruto spills out half-chewed noodles from his mouth with an ow, ow, ow, nothing, sorry!

Shikamaru, watching the entire interaction, grumbles he owes me so much, then says, "I'll get you the contract by the end of the week. Teuchi-san is already well on his way to recovery," and then he pushes up and saunters from the shop, throwing out a sloppy wave and a quick, "Naruto's paying for all of our meals," just as the door slides shut.

"Wait, Shika?! Everyone's ramen?!!" Naruto yelps, looking like he's about to run after his friend but you grasp him by the collar of his jumpsuit and just say, "Naruto-kun, you'd better not be thinking about running off without paying."

He gulps, "can't you put it on Kakashi-sensei?"

Damn shinobi.

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[KKIR] Pen of Paper - Part 4

[Ao3] [Part 3 on tumblr]

A week later, Iruka gets a reply.

The numbers don’t add up. Even the single trip to Kiri took over eight days, let alone a back and forth between the villages. 

“That's… some efficient delivery,” he observes, blinking down at the mail in his hands.

The receptionist pulls a face.

“Well, ye-ah. Because Toki sent it by bird,” she retorts, I-told-you-so clear in her voice. “Because your Hokage was waiting for a reply.”

For lack of a reply, Iruka zeroes in on the unknown quantity. “Toki?”

“Yes? The courier?”

Her tone alone speaks a whole tirade of judgment. It’s not undeserved. It’s the start of the third week of the course, and he doesn’t think any of the students have bothered treating the staff around them like anything more than a supporting cast. Iruka probably wouldn’t look kindly on a pack of self-centered and self-serving strangers descending upon Ichiraku without even a smile for Teuchi and a kind word to Ayame.

He rubs the back of his neck and ducks his head in contrition.

“Ah. You’re right, I've been very rude. Sorry. What's your name?”

“It’s Kaya.”

“Pleased to meet you, Kaya-san. Could you thank Toki-san for me?”

“Sure,” she replies dispassionately, but also with a hint of something more amicable to her voice.

It’s a start.

Mail in hand, Iruka meets up with the others in the foyer.

Nobuko raises an eyebrow at the sight. Toru’s the one who mentions the letter.

“More news from the Hokage?” he asks with a smile.

Iruka’s correspondence with his head of state seems to fill him with vicarious pride.

“Apparently,” Iruka replies, a strange uneasiness churning inside of him.

He’s very aware, all of a sudden, that when Kaya called him up to get his mail, his first reaction wasn’t to stand at attention for words from his leader. Instead, he felt just happy and warm and excited to hear from a friend.

Putting some distance with Konoha really hasn’t been helping as much as he had hoped.

“I’ll read it later,” he announces, tucking it away.

Little steps.

*

It turns out to be a good decision because nothing short of his full attention will help him succeed with his studies, and even that isn’t enough.

“I don’t get what I’m not getting!” he hisses in frustration at yet another failure. His seal gives a short, smoky burp and dims into inertia.

He wants to scream. He wishes he was in Konoha so he could do just that. They’re used to it, over there. His outbursts. Here, he feels like he’s a bad mood away from ruining the reputation of all of his compatriots. The effort it takes to contain his emotions is exhausting.

He drags a hand over his face with a groan of displeasure. “I should be improving by now and I’m only getting worse.”

“You really are. Even a beginner should make a better seal,” Masato comments behind him, bending over their table. “You’re not supposed to be one.”

He pins the corner of Iruka’s sheet with a finger and drags it forward to inspect.

“Let’s see,” he mutters with a dismissive click of his tongue. “Well, the strokes are acceptable, at least. But there’s barely any chakra here.”

Features gone tight, Masato turns a deeply skeptical look on Iruka.

When he speaks again, his tone is that of a lecturer, drawing the attention of the whole room. “Did you lie on your application?”

The blood drains from Iruka’s face, only to return with a vengeance as it begins to boil at the outrage.

“What? No! I didn’t--!”

“You’re a teacher, you say? Because this isn’t worthy of any fit shinobi, let alone an instructor.”

Masato has a good, strong voice for public speaking, and is quite skilled at the craft as well. He pauses, letting the accusation hang in the air while he looks around the room to garner support.

When he meets Iruka’s eyes again, his gaze is flint-sharp. “Is your Hokage aware of your cheating? Is this what all that letter was about?”

“Absolutely not!” Iruka only realizes he jumped to his feet after the fact. “How fu--”

He bites his lips against the curse.

It’s been a long while since he’s had to hold himself so tightly back. He’s out of practice. Years ago, around the time he started teaching, he decided he needed to act his grown-up age and with moderation. He drowned his usual temper in apathy to keep it in check, and Naruto almost died trying to prove his worth in return.

He’s never again tried to stop himself from caring.

He lets out a slow, shaky breath and locks it all down before he speaks.

“There was nothing untrue about my application, Masato-sensei, but I apologize for the disappointment.” He stamps down on his ego, kicks it out of the way, and bows. “Please, as my teacher, help me improve.”

The room thrums with nervous anticipation and old chakra. Iruka holds still, ponytail falling across his brows while he waits with his head down.

Finally, Masato snorts.

“Nothing to be done, I’m afraid. Some people have talent. Others, not so much,” he declares like a sentencing.

Then he shouts, “Resume!” to the room at large and soon enough the scratching and brushing of paper starts again.

Iruka sits down and grabs a pen, a sheet, anything to pick up where he left off and keep busy.

“That was out of line,” Toru says, whole face scrunched in displeasure. At his side, Ryo stays quiet, bent over nir notes with nir shoulders pulled taunt. Ne really doesn't like conflict. “Masato should not have spoken to you like that. The whole point of the course is to grant access to techniques few people know. Nobuko and I, we’re older. We've dabbled. But just because Ryo has a natural knack for it, that doesn’t mean it's easy.”

Ryo scowls down at the paper at the mention of nir name and quickens the scratching of nir pen, like ne’s hoping ne can speed-write nir way out of this whole situation.

Toru isn’t done.

“It doesn’t mean your struggles are abnormal. Masato--”

“Masato’s a piece of shit,” Nobuko cuts in with welcome finality. “Moving on.”

It could be worse, Iruka tells himself, because he believes in the power of small favors. He could have a headache. At least that is working.

*

Dear Iruka-sensei,

I was very touched by your gift. Thank you. I will put it to good use.

How are you ?

Here, last Tuesday, a small group of Academy students engaged in the time honored tradition of exploring the forest unsupervised. Don’t worry, they’re fine. I dare say they’ll make a fine genin team if they manage to graduate in the same year.

You'll be proud to know, though, that Sadoru-sensei found her voice upon their return. She greeted them back with quite the scolding. None of your caliber, of course, but much of your influence.

Teuchi mentioned you yesterday. According to him, Ichiraku’s earnings have dropped significantly since you left. Dare I ask just how often you eat there, Iruka-sensei?

(We shall not mention my own presence in that very shop)

I wish I had time to write more, but alas, duty calls--that, and Shizune. Gone are the days I could read up a tree and lay claim to the empty bench underneath to ensure my peace and quiet. Or share it with a friend.

I think I miss that.

Kindest regards,

へのへのもへじ

*

Iruka finds it in himself to give a small smile. It doesn't last long, but it's a welcome relief from the daze of humiliation and resentment that's haunted him since Masato’s accusation yesterday. He's glad for the respite of the weekend.

As they have multiple times since he first opened the letter, his eyes are drawn back to an early line.

How are you ?

Terrible. That's how Iruka is. Terrible and inept and many more things that he really shouldn’t burden Kakashi with.

He considers a formal reply, barricading his emotions behind walls and walls of propriety. But it feels insulting to answer Kakashi's undemanding familiarity with dishonesty.

And he's alone. His roommates have left the room to enjoy a day of leisure. There's no Hokage office, no high desk, no ceremonial robes and hat hanging somewhere, no inscrutable hooded eyes staring at him with unnerving focus.

It’s just a note from Kakashi, the weird jounin whom he shared a bench with all these years ago.

It's pen on paper.

It’s easy, all of a sudden, to spill out his frustration. 

*

Dear Kakashi-san,

You’ve asked how I’m doing, and I hope you don’t come to regret it because I’m going to take you at your word.

I ashamed to admit haven’t been up to the task thus far, and I’m afraid to fail. But I haven’t given up on improving, don’t worry. I won’t let this be a waste of time, we’re only a third into the course. This will be my personal challenge.

Or one of them. The other is being subjected to Masato-sensei.

Listen, I make no excuses for my failure, but the man’s insufferable. He’s clearly more interested in the prestige than in the teaching itself. Perhaps if he stopped trying to assert his superiority he might make a good teacher. As it is, he’s too busy putting up airs to do any of the actual work. He finds faults to feel good about himself, not to fix them.

We’re just props for his ego trip. It’s infuriating.

On the bright side, at least when this is over he’ll have been a lesson in the sort of behavior I don't want at the Academy. It’ll be much easier to weed it out now that I’ve experienced it. Small favors, am I right?

But look at me ranting. I hope you won’t hold it against me too much. Rest assured I’ve kept a cool head. I’m not going to give Konoha a bad reputation.

Anyway, I’m going to enjoy this week-end of respite with some studying and fish fry. It’s not Ichiraku but the seafood’s fresh from the sea and it’s damn near as good.

Don’t tell Teuchi.

Take care,

Iruka

*

After dropping the letter off with Kaya, he decides on a walk to clear his head.

He doesn't go far. The mist’s thick and soupy today and his feet are cold in his open sandals. He warms them with a flare of chakra and retraces his steps.

Toru, Ryo and Nobuko greet him on his way back past the common room. They're gathered with a few other students around cards and what appears to be a marginally better packaged new batch of Numa’s cookies.

“Ah, there you are! Come and sit with us!” Toru says cheerfully.

With only some brief hesitation, Iruka decides to shrug off his bad mood. He’s already feeling a bit lighter anyway.

As it turns out, they’re playing a chaotic game of daifugō, that Iruka's quick to get pulled into. Miserably last, Ryo deals the cards with a look of baffled confusion. Ne may be a prodigy when it comes to seals but this here’s clearly not nir game.

“Don’t worry about Masato,” Akitaro says somewhere during the second round. His meta-analysis of nested summoning spaces is top of Iruka’s reading pile back home.

Iruka winces sheepishly and rubs the side of his neck.

“Aah, yes. I can’t say my seals have been turning all that well. I’m sorry for the trouble.”

Across the table, Kyoko looks at him like he’s grown two heads. Sometime after the war, she wrote a thesis on chakra paper density. It shook up the market.

“What are you talking about?” she asks.

Akitaro lays down a card with a careless flick. “Nah, think nothing of it. Masato’s just a dickhead.”

“Yeah,” Kyoko agrees with an aggressive nod. “He’s been bugging me about my shorthand. Of all things.”

“He has? Hah! He’s offended that I'm taking too few notes.”

“He called me lazy and a show-off,” Ryo confides sullenly.

Iruka blinks. “What? When?”

Ne hunches over nir cards. “While we were mopping the water from my two-nodes.”

Akitaro lets out a bark of laughter. “Sounds like him, alright.” He looks to the head of the table. “What about you?”

From his throne, Toru gives a smug little smile. “Oh, he knows better: I have seniority.”

Nobuko sighs. “I divorced him.”

The table erupts in screams.

*

On Monday, Nobuko watches him apply the balm with her eyes narrowed.

She snatches the tin box when he’s done.

“Balm of Sea Foam,” she reads slowly. “Uh. You a sensor?”

Iruka winces at the term, which always feels like much too high praise for the struggle it takes him to pin down echoing chakra.

“Kind of.”

She pulls a face in acknowledgment. “Right. Makes sense.” She hands back the box. “You wash your hands after?”

“Should I? It dries fast.”

She rolls her eyes with an expression of deep inner pain.

“Wash your hands. Write a seal. Feel silly.”

An hour later, it's with relief that Iruka watches the fireball explosion of his chakra, single-character seal raining down such abundant embers over their table that the Archives’ protection jutsu takes a short beat to snuff them all out.

Masato’s very unimpressed by the whole display. Iruka doesn’t care.

*

On their first week in Kirigakure, Nobuko taught them a welcome shortcut from the hostel to the Archives through a succession of alleyways and side streets. In the early morning, most of them display the forbidding sight of closed shop fronts. Later in the day, though, they become a whole other sight, bustling with temptation.

Akitaro calls out to them from the sidewalk seats of a small bar.

“Hey! Care to join us?”

Iruka’s group shares a look. They’re fresh out of well over an hour of additional study at the library. Iruka could do with a break, and Toru’s hopping little steps towards the bar seem to agree.

They shuffle three tables and their chairs around until their aggregated group of nine can all sit together. The waiter gives them a look from inside the shop but doesn't intervene. They take it as permission.

“Nice fire release, today. What happened? Decided to prove Masato wrong?”

Iruka scratches the bridge of his nose with a self-conscious smile.

“He had a breakthrough,” Nobuko cuts in wryly before he can incriminate himself.

It's such an unexpected kindness that he laughs, still riding the high of relief. But you can’t learn from a mistake you don’t acknowledge, and also, Iruka believes in not taking himself too seriously. His pride can take some stinging. It keeps him honest.

“Of a sort,” he admits sheepishly and gestures towards his temples. “I use a balm against chakra resonance here. Turns out, it also numbs the chakra points on the fingers.”

His confession’s met with a surprising lack of censure.

“Oh, you're a sensor too?” asks Kousuke, a scholar from Iwagakure who's close to Iruka's age. He starts to lean forward but drops back against his chair when confronted with the length of their adjoined tables. “Sorry, you're too far to high-five. But man, that Archive’s hell on my tinnitus.”

“So, that was the problem?” Kyoko asks somewhere from the left. She’s frowning in thought, like she takes offense that there was an issue to begin with and that she didn’t figure it out. “How did you fix it?”

“Ah. I washed my hands right after I applied it. Very high-tech.”

They all share laughter at that. It's easy-going and friendly. Iruka’s spent so long worrying about not fitting in, he didn’t consider that others might not even consider it.

He's proven even more wrong by Yumi, a fellow Konohan and a distinguished scholar on the diachrony of genjutsu formulae. Iruka tried to read her most recent book and had to give it up as beyond his current ability. He’ll work up to it.

With Masato, she usually walks at the front of the line.

“You know,” she says with deceptive focus. She’s going on her third beer and probably would have mentioned none of the following had she been fully sober. “I thought you'd be different. You're actually pretty down-to-earth.”

Iruka laughs. He's not sure it's the first qualifier that usually comes to mind to describe him. His temper tends to make more of an impression.

“How come?” he asks.

“I don't know. I guess… You taught Uzumaki Naruto. You were at his wedding. You're young and already senior staff at Admin. You’re VP of the Academy yet it’s not the Headmaster who’s in direct contact with the Hokage, it’s you.” She shrugs. “I thought you'd be more full of yourself.”

Iruka’s spent his childhood causing trouble for attention. He’s not afraid of the spotlight. But this is different. It feels dishonest, like he's enjoying some of the limelight from other people's achievements.

Before he can think of something to say, Ryo jolts to attention.

“You mean your Naruto is the Uzumaki Naruto?” ne exclaims too loud, voice snapping like a whip over their table. A few of the neighboring patrons look on in short-lived curiosity, causing nem to shrink at the attention. “The Savior of the World?” ne asks in something more hushed. “You were his teacher?”

Iruka frowns slightly. “I mean, I was his Academy teacher. I taught him the basics, like I do everyone else. It’s nothing special.” He feels his face soften in familiar fondness, chest swelling at the thought of all that Naruto’s achieved. “He was always brave. It just took a while for everybody else to see it.”

“You won’t take even a little credit?” Nobuko asks drily.

Iruka gives her a sharp grin. “Oh, I’ll take credit alright. For making him clean his messes and dragging him back to class when he tried to skip school.” He laughs. “He was a terror. I’m just lucky I was too young to get gray hairs from it.”

His smile of soft nostalgia drops in the face of their stares.

He backpedals hurriedly. “But really, Kakashi-san should get all the credit. And Jiraiya-sama,” he adds after a beat, but the mention gets swallowed by the cackle of Nobuko’s maniacal laughter.

He watches them all exchange looks that are a mix of amusement and wonder. She keeps laughing.

Eventually, he rolls his eyes. “Alright, I don't get it. What did I say?”

The corner of Toru's lips twitches. “I suppose it's unusual,” he says lightly, “which of those two you mention with the most familiarity.”

The burn of a sudden flush climbs the back of Iruka's neck.

“Oh for the love of--” he sputters, blinking just long enough to hide behind his closed eyelids. “It’s not my fault, alright! He insists on it!”

As one man, they all turn to Yumi for confirmation. She shrugs.

“Wouldn't know. Not like I get to hang out with the Hokage.”

Iruka lets out a groan of performative misery. He wishes Kakashi was here to back him up.

He wishes Kakashi was here, period.

He can't catch a break.

Much to his relief, they’re quick to move on from his slip-up. By the time the evening ends, they’re staggering back to the hostel in varying states of inebriation. Kaya watches them walk by with an ambivalent expression, like she doesn’t know if she should be amused by the antics or wary they might make more work for her.

Iruka waves at her, all cheer. She replies with a lazier wave of her own and a pointed thumb at the pigeonhole cabinet behind her.

“Another letter?” Ryo asks when they meet again back in their room.

As if entranced, nir eyes won’t leave the mail in Iruka’s hands. Iruka feels his own grin turn sharp and teasing.

“Yep,” he says, jostling nem with a shoulder bump. “From the ‘Savior of the World ’.”

Ryo replies with a look of chagrined offense that Iruka doesn’t buy one bit.

He gives an unapologetic grin and snaps up his towel, which had been hanging from the bed railing.

“First in the shower. Calling it.”

“Aw, come on!”

*

Dear Iruka-sensei,

Kakashi-sensei says you’ve been writing to him, but he wouldn’t say what because it’s ‘private’. That’s unfair, I wanna know! It got him all happy too, and apparently you sent him a gift?! I’m sooo jealous, Iruka-sensei, what about meeeee?

Anyway, I’ve been working on stuff with Shikamaru, did you know, getting ready to replace Kakashi-sensei cuz he’s getting old, and it’s crazy that we don’t have a fully funded orphanage? Like, I always thought it was just me, but then I realized, no, Sasuke too, and then I remembered you mentioned living on your own as a kid--

[...]

[Part 5]

[sofya-fanfics]

L’album des souvenirs

Fandom : Naruto

Relationship : Naruto x Hinata

Résumé : Naruto prit un autre album et tourna les pages. Il s'arrêta sur une photo en particulier. Il s'agissait d'Hinata. Elle était âgée de dix-sept ans, elle était assise à une table d'Ichiraku et tenait un bol de ramen. Il se souvenait parfaitement de ce jour. Il s'agissait de leur premier rendez-vous.

Disclaimer : Naruto appartient à Masashi Kishimoto.

AO3 / FF.NET

Naruto ouvrit la porte de chez lui et se déchaussa en soupirant. Sa journée était enfin terminée et pour une fois il pouvait rentrer plus tôt. Il allait pouvoir dîner en famille, ce qui se produisait que trop rarement à son goût. Sa famille lui manquait quand il travaillait trop. Mais il était Hokage et les villageois étaient aussi sa famille. Heureusement, Hinata et ses enfants comprenaient. Il était chanceux d'avoir leur soutien et leur amour.

« Hinata-chan ! Appella-t-il.

-Dans le salon. »

Il se dirigea vers le salon. Hinata était assise dans le canapé. Il s'approcha et vit plusieurs albums photo ouverts sur la table basse. Il s'assit à côté d'elle et prit un album qu'il ouvrit.

« Ça fait des années que je ne les ai pas regardés, dit-il »

Hinata sourit tendrement.

« J'étais en train de faire du rangement quand je suis tombée dessus. Ça fait plus d'une heure que je les regarde, je n'ai pas vu le temps passer.

-Tu t'es perdue dans nos souvenirs.

-De merveilleux souvenirs. J'allais me préparer du thé. Tu en veux ? »

Naruto acquiesça. Hinata se leva et se dirigea vers la cuisine. Il feuilleta l'album et ne put s'empêcher de sourire. C'était des moments précieux de leur vie. La vie qu'il avait toujours voulue et qui était encore mieux que dans ses rêves.

Il prit un autre album et tourna les pages. Il s'arrêta sur une photo en particulier. Il s'agissait d'Hinata. Elle était âgée de dix-sept ans, elle était assise à une table d'Ichiraku et tenait un bol de ramen. Il se souvenait parfaitement de ce jour. Il s'agissait de leur premier rendez-vous.

Il se souvint de l’angoisse qu’il avait ressenti avant de lui demander de sortir avec lui. Malgré les conseils bancals et les plans idiots de Kiba et Konohamaru et les encouragements de Sakura qui tentait de le rassurer en lui disant qu’Hinata accepterait, il avait peur de se faire rejeter. Mais elle lui avait dit oui et il ne pouvait pas être plus heureux.

Il avait prévu de l’emmener à Ichiraku. C’était un endroit important pour lui et il voulait partager ça avec Hinata. Plus la date du rendez-vous approchait, plus il était nerveux. Il se posait des tas de questions. Est-ce que le dîner à Ichiraku lui plairait ? Est-ce qui allait dire ou faire quelque chose qui lui déplairait, ou pire, qui la blesserait ? Il avait demandé des conseils à Sakura. Après tout, elle était sa meilleure amie et surtout, elle était une fille. Elle savait ce qui pourrait plaire à Hinata.

« Reste toi-même et tout se passera bien, lui avait-elle dit. »

Rester soi-même, pensa-t-il sarcastiquement. Comme si ça pouvait l’aider. Puis le jour de leur rendez-vous était arrivé. Il n’avait jamais été aussi nerveux. Ses mains étaient moites et il avait l’impression que son cœur allait sortir de sa poitrine, tellement il battait fort. Au début, il avait vraiment l’impression de faire et dire n’importe quoi. Elle devait le prendre pour un idiot. Mais plus le temps passait, plus il se sentait à l’aise. Jamais il n’avait passé un aussi bon moment.

À la fin de la soirée, il avait remarqué qu’Hinata avait mangé plus de ramen que lui. Mieux encore, elle avait battu le record du restaurant. Ayame l’avait pris en photo pour fêter ça. Une copie était fièrement accrochée au mur d’Ichiraku. Cela faisait un moment que Naruto avait compris qu’il était amoureux d’Hinata. Mais à ce moment précis, il savait qu’il allait passer le reste de sa vie avec elle.

Il fut sortit de ses pensées lorsqu’Hinata s’assit à côté de lui. Elle lui tendit une tasse de thé qu’il accepta. Elle regarda la photo de leur premier rendez-vous et sourit.

« J’étais tellement nerveuse ce jour là. »

Naruto la regarda, surpris.

« Vraiment ? Tu avais l’air si sereine.

-J’ai tout fait pour ne rien monter. Je ne voulais pas gâcher notre rendez-vous. Mais grâce à toi, j’ai passé une merveilleuse soirée. »

Un immense sourire illumina le visage de Naruto. Il s’approcha d’Hinata et l’embrassa. Cette soirée avait été un tournant pour lui. Il vivait la vie qu’il avait toujours rêvé et tout cela, il le devait à Hinata.

Fin

[arambleaway]

Naruto the Ramen Man

This is an au idea that has been rattling around my brain long enough that I had to drop it here or risk swelling from it bouncing off my grey matter like a ping pong ball.

In another universe, Teuchi is actually the first good connection that Naruto has. In that universe, after leaving the orphanage, Teuchi takes Naruto in and begins teaching him the family trade, even offering him the his last name Rachi, which Naruto happily accepts becoming Naruto Uzumaki Rachi. Iruka comes into play earlier here as he sees Naurto behind the counter and goes through his little crisis over the nine-tails. Therefore, by the night of the Uchiha Massacre, Naruto has a makeshift little family. Afterward, Iruka and Teuchi are scared, and Iruka, having the ear of the Hokage, knows a very minimal bit about what this all means but homes in on the idea brought up that Naruto should begin his training as a Ninja earlier now that Konoha is missing a major power. Horrified, Iruka goes to Teuchi and with Ayame come to the decision to make Naruto disappear.

In the chaos the Massacre creates, Iruka is able to slip in and fudge the paperwork with no one the wiser, changing them to show that "Naruto" was staying with another family. Thus some other blue-eyed blond-haired kid "becomes" the Jinchuuriki. Even the name Naruto is easily forgotten as the only ones at this point that know his name outside the family are really just Kakashi and the Hokage. To the rest he is just he Jinchuuriki.

Anyway, the paperwork gives them time to sneak Naruto out, who is more than happy to comply as rather than a ninja, he dreams of being the greatest (ramen) chef. Teuchi leaves Ichiraku to Ayame and takes Naruto out of Konoha to the capitol of the Land of Fire. There he sets up another restaurant but focuses on trying to gain enough renown and following to make it into the Daimyo's favor and court.

At this point I'm not quite sure what happens. I think that maybe Teuchi gains favor but not enough to serve in the Daimyo's court and Naruto makes it his dream to someday serve food there as the favored chef. In Konoha, I think that Iruka is playing 3d shogi with the paperwork, and managing the human element best he can. He successfully 'frames' some other kid as the Jinchuuriki, which he feels bad about, but this kid already has a support system and Iruka looks after them as well. Ayame takes over Ichiraku and it continues to grow. Once a year or so, she hires Iruka for a C-rank to escort her to the Capitol to visit her 'aging father.'

I was thinking that maybe Asuma would have met Teuchi in the Capitol, but they would likely have just missed each other as he returned to Konoha following the massacre. To clarify, the paperwork shogi only works because Teuchi has kept Naurto away from the masses and only the old orphanage director would probably know the difference. I also think Teuchi stepped in before Naruto was given the apartment and the Hokage became more involved with his life. So the police have all these files on the Naruto Situation, but otherwise it isn't really public knowledge. So Iruka can easily slip in and alter the files to say another family took in Naruto and Teuchi is only noted as being a favorite vendor who occasionally feeds him for free. Iruka can also remove his name from the file completely.

I know that this whole situation is still percarious though, and that the minute Kakashi or the Hokage actually look at the kid they will know whats up. It would be interesting though, if the Hokage doesn't actually see 'Naruto' for years though and prefers to speak with the parents. He goes to them and explains the barest bit of the situation, gives them a stipend and leaves, feeling a bit sad that 'Naruto' agreed to change his name. On the flip side, the couple have a very concerning/confusing conversation with the Hokage followed by a more comforting conversation with one academy teacher who has been minding their son. The son is adopted so the name change isn't worth questioning. So some kid is just living a slightly outcast life but still thriving due to his loving family and teacher.

When Kakashi eventually leaves ANBU, that's when things really start going to shit. Once he finally manages to surface a bit from his depression (to an extent) he takes one look at the kid and goes "that's not Minato's kid what the fuck." Cue him absolutely tearing ROOT apart in his search for Naruto and coming out the other side going, "oh ok so the Hokage isn't stupid he just doesn't care. alright." He seriously considers assassination attempt #2 but doesn't know who else could take over. So after basically tearing Konoha a new asshole and leaving the Hokage to deal with the upset and Danzo, he 'requests' to visit Jiraiya in heavily implied language as he is sure the Hokage must have sent him there to be protected. (A solid plan worthy of a Kage and Kakashi isn't happy he wasn't in the know but whatever)

So Kakashi finds Jiraiya and basically has a minor panic attack when he realizes that Naruto isn't there either. I think this also might be the point where he starts to try connecting the dots on the idea that the Hokage isn't actually aware that the 'Jinchuuriki' isn't actually Naruto. So he bolts back to Konoha after a spectacularly awkward conversation with Jiraiya -- who is exceedingly confused about the whole encounter and just glad to be in one piece afterward -- and Kakashi starts digging into the paperwork. Iruka is immediately on his ass, traking what he knows and trying to figure out why Kakashi would be interested in Naruto. The two play a high-stakes cat-and-mouse game via paperwork until Iruka starts to realize all that Kakashi has done to try and find Naruto and realizes that it wasn't at the Hokage's behest.

So Iruka actually makes contact with with Kakashi, realizing that he could be an ally rather than the ruin of everything. Slowly Iruka learns the concerns Kakashi has about Naruto's safety and the valid political concerns of a Jinchuuriki-less hidden village. (I'm not saying they scheme to kidnap someone from another village but it'd be funny if Iruka got Gaara and the villages played musical Jinchuuriki, acutally managing to put most of them in better situations. And confusing the hell out of the Akutsuki.) Iruka melts like butter at the genuine care Kakashi seems to have for his sensei's son even if he hasn't been around until now. Kakashi gets close enough that Iruka tells Ayame to request Kakashi for her annual trip to the capitol. Ayame is a customer service master and can lie with the best of them and is able to play it off as a crush on the new ninja seen about town (since Kakashi was basically a non-entity before now). Kakashi takes the mission at Iruka's insistence, and brings Kakashi to meet Naruto. Though I'm 100% sure Iruka chakra seals/barrier seals the hell out of Kakashi before the big reveal.

If Iruka has played his cards right, then he is able to imply that this is all done on the Hokage's orders and Kakashi accepts it because that makes way more sense than a Chuunin and two Ramen Chefs being able to pull one over on the Hokage. Iruka also implies that Kakashi has been brought into the 'op' and thus Kakashi becomes Naruto's new big brother as he is apparently a 'ninja chef' that started working with Ayame at Ichiraku. Iruka might also imply that Naruto can know about his parents and Kakashi fucking clams up and flees. He does come back a year later though as a part fo the 'op' and actually tells Naruto about Minato and Kushina. He doesn't mention the 4th Hokage thing and never the nine-tails thing as they are village secrets (though Naruto has been aware of his 'passenger' for years by now).

Naruto obviously thinks a ninja chef is the coolest thing he's ever heard of and wants Kakashi to teach him. Kakashi 'understands' this to be his part of the 'op' and teaches him some basic chakra control exercises as well as leaving some basic fuuinjutsu scrolls. He is called to the Capitol again within a week because the Daimyo is convinced an enemy ninja has been terrorizing the town. Its really just Naruto attempting too much fuuninjutsu. Kakashi sits him down for a serious talk about limits and then tracks down an actual enemy agent to present to the Daimyo.

Throughout the following year, Kakashi takes a lot of missions in or passing though or by the capitol. This has the unexpected side effect of the Daimyo taking a shine to him and the Hokage more seriously working to develop him as the successor. I like to think the whole charade/comedy of errors (via iruka) ends with Kakashi watching the Hokage finally realize that the 'Jinchuuriki' in Konoha is a fake and internally panicking only for Kakashi to be like 'wait what about the op?' and casually explain Naruto's location and 'progress' with chakra and fuuinjutsu. And Hiruzen who has executed Danzo at this point and watched Kakashi single-handedly find the unknowingly lost Jinchuuriki and lay sweeping change to Konoha via the Daimyo's ear and ANBU contacts, just quits on the spot going "ah you have passed the test" and then fucking off leaving Kakashi with the hat. Like a week later I like to think that Tsunade fucking punts Jiraiya through the office door and demands to know what the hell is going on that Jiraiya is panicking over Naruto being missing/dead, only for Kakashi to go "oh thank goodness" frisbee the hat onto her head and dip.

500 miles to the Capitol and closing: a pissed and embarrassed Kakashi followed by a livid Tsunade, followed by a concerned Jiraiya, followed by an exhausted Tenzou seriously considering resignation

Iruka in the capitol, cheeks puffed like a chipmunk with ramen: why do i hear boss music?

[erimeows]

Stupid

“Staring at Kakashi again, huh?”

Anko damn-near jumps out of her seat as she sits at the dango stand, her good friend Shizune by her side. The two women are enjoying a calm and peaceful lunch together- at least, they were until none other than Kakashi Hatake and Might Guy showed up to enjoy a lunch of their own. As embarrassing as it is, Anko hasn’t been able to keep her eyes off of the Copycat Ninja since he entered the establishment.

Apparently, Shizune has noticed.

“Say that a little louder, why don’t you!” Anko sarcastically scolds and leans in to scold her friend, who offers nothing more than a guilty laugh. “Seriously, Shizune! I don’t want him to know, you know!?”

Anko glances over at Kakashi, who seems absorbed in whatever conversation he’s having with Guy. It seems like the two are talking about an A-Rank mission they have coming up soon. Anko doesn’t care enough to listen. No, she cares, she just wishes she didn’t. So, she looks down at her skewer of dangos and ignores the melodious voice and familiar laugh of the masked man she’s admired since they were young Chunin.

Kakashi Hatake is stupid. Anko Mitarashi doesn’t love people who are stupid. Yes, she wants Kakashi on a carnal level that she can’t quite explain, but it isn’t love- because when feelings are labeled as love, that’s when they become scary. 

When she’s sure that Kakashi isn’t looking their way, she peers over at him again. Puffy, silver hair, a soft charcoal eye, the rest of his face covered by that mask that Anko wants to rip off so badly. The way Kakashi moves is languid and soft just like he is, like he doesn’t have a care in the world despite carrying so much on his shoulders. He never buckles, never bends, never breaks. He just slouches and carries on as if nothing matters. He’s late to everything, he treats his friends like shit, and he’s arguably the worst Jonin teacher in Konoha, and yet…

He’s beautiful. He’s intelligent in battle, graceful, and caring in his own weird way, even if he is an absolute fucking idiot. It’s no wonder so many people love him.

Anko doesn’t know why she never fights it. She never shoves her way in between Kakashi and his admirers, never tries to top her competition. Maybe she doesn’t want to appear desperate. Maybe she fears rejection. Whatever it is, it’s enough to make her stop and look away every time she sees someone who looks at Kakashi the exact same way she does.

Tenzou, who so sweetly calls Kakashi ‘senpai’ after all these years and who follows him around like a lost puppy.

Might Guy, who challenges Kakashi to those stupid contests as an excuse to spend time with him, who is content to stay stuck in his unrequited love so long as he can still have Kakashi as a friend.

Hana Inuzuku, who offers Kakashi and his eight Ninken discounts at her veterinary clinic just so Kakashi will bring in his dogs (and himself) more often to see her.

Iruka Umino, who looks to point out the flaws in Kakashi’s mission reports and talk to him about his students just so he can stare at the Jonin with those big brown eyes for much longer than he really should be.

Ayame, who lumps extra food in Kakashi’s bowl free of charge- Ayame, who seems like she’s fallen in love all over again each time Kakashi takes his mask down to eat at Ichiraku Ramen.

There are so many people in the village who would give their lives for Kakashi, who would do anything for him to notice them. But Kakashi doesn’t appreciate them. He doesn’t even have a clue that they exist, because he’s stupid. Anko has always hated that about him.

Anko lingers at the stand far too long after finishing her food, and Shizune doesn’t question it. They both know her reasons. Maybe she’s not in love with Kakashi, maybe she doesn’t love him, but she can admit to herself and those that are close to her that she at least wants him. So they stay. Anko takes in Kakashi’s presence for a little longer and reminds herself of every little thing that keeps her from loving him.

~

On top of being stupid, Kakashi Hatake is also busy. Too busy. Unlike most of the Jonin in the village who take weeks off after going on a long mission, Kakashi insists on keeping himself busy. It’s odd to her that such a lackadaisical man can’t seem to sit still; to find someone to settle down with, to build a family, to live a normal life. Perhaps it’s from being on that strict Anbu regimen for so long, or perhaps he’s just trying to run from his problems like she does.

Anko doesn’t understand it. She has people who want her, sure. There are some crazy ninja in the village who stare at her with unmistakable lust in their eyes, who want to land her in bed for the sake of being able to say they fucked the crazy snake lady. But none of them love her. Anko doesn’t have any living family, or really any friends aside from Shizune and Ibiki, both of whom she keeps at a comfortable distance. Kakashi, on the other hand, has plenty of people who love him; his three students, Lady Tsunade, Jiraiya, and his many close friends and admirers. Kakashi has everything that Anko wants and he squanders it by risking his life more often than he needs to and refusing to spend enough time with those who love him.

Anko finds herself uneasy when Kakashi is out of town for A-Rank missions, which is all the time now that all of his students are being trained by the legendary Sannin. So, thanks to the friend-killing bastard, she’s uneasy all the time. Part of her wants the opportunity to beat the shit out of him for making her feel this way. The other part of her wants nothing more than to kiss away the problems he’s so obviously running from by overworking himself. 

A terrible habit that Anko has developed is sitting atop the tree branches just outside of the village gates to watch for the other Jonin when she hears he’s supposed to return soon. It’s five in the morning, far too early for her to be up. Neither of the Chunin at the gate have noticed her- a tad embarrassing and concerning considering that they’re the village’s first defense against anyone trying to come in. Then again, if she were them, she wouldn’t expect her to be up there waiting for Kakashi either. 

Eventually, she sees Kakashi start to come through. The older Jonin’s silver hair is crusted in blood that Anko isn’t sure whose it is, his uniform is all sorts of torn, and his empty backpack is almost completely shredded, barely hanging onto his back by a single strap. The way he walks is weird, too, and that’s when the realization hits her.

Kakashi has been poisoned. That explains the lethargic, stumbly way he puts one foot in front of the other along with the far-off look in his eye. He suddenly sits on the dirt ground and stares up at the trees.

“Waiting for me to come home again, hm, Anko?” At that, Anko jumps down from her hiding spot. It doesn’t surprise her that Kakashi already knew, though she does wonder why he hasn’t said anything until now. Anko rushes to sit next to Kakashi and inspect his body to see where the poison was forced in. They’re just far enough from the village gates that neither Kotetsu nor Izumo see them. “You know, it’s too early to be out. Why not sleep if you have the day off?”

“Idiot, you’re hurt!” Anko exclaims with a red face as she finds what she suspects to be the cut that Kakashi’s enemy dealt to poison him. It’s a gash on his palm that appears to be from blocking a kunai. “The hell were you thinking coming back to the village without contacting a medical nin first if you knew you were poisoned? Don’t tell me they actually sent you alone!”

“Heh, I knew you’d be here for me…” Kakashi, clearly out of it, laughs. Then, he offers Anko his hand. “You always are.”

Kakashi is a fool who doesn’t mind throwing his life away for the sake of the village. Anko is no better, but it’s something she hates about Kakashi, as she hates it about herself, too. Just another quality for the list of reasons she doesn’t love Kakashi Hatake.

“Tch,” Anko grunts and places Kakashi’s hand over her lap before placing both of her hands over the wound. She scrounges up what little medical ninjutsu she learned from Orochimaru to draw the poison out of Kakashi’s wound. Thankfully, it’s a small amount that hasn’t spread all the way through his body, so as long as Anko can get him to a hospital after giving basic first aid, he’ll be fine. “You’re lucky I know a bit of medical ninjutsu… It’ll be a botched job, but you’ll live. Now shut the fuck up and let me heal you, yeah?”

“Haha, with pleasure…”

~~

If the stupidity and the reckless mission-after-mission lifestyle aren’t enough, Kakashi Hatake is ugly. Or, Anko assumes he’s ugly, anyway. Why else would he keep his face covered so religiously? It’s embarrassing that Anko is still so attracted to him when the only parts of him she can see are his right eye and his hands.

After dragging him through the village gates and answering a barrage of questions from Kotetsu, Izumo, Lady Tsunade, and all of the medical staff at Konohagakure’s main hospital, Anko is exhausted. Multiple people told her that it was a good thing she’d been there waiting for Kakashi, otherwise he might not have made it to the hospital. The poison he’d been stabbed with was a fast-spreading one with lethal effects, even in small doses. If Anko hadn’t shown up and gotten it out when she did, Kakashi would have probably dropped dead before reaching the village gates and gone unnoticed until it was already too late.

That thought makes Anko angry. The mission was an A-Rank in Sunagakure. There aren’t nearly enough medical nin there, but to think that Kakashi didn’t bother trying to stop anywhere on the way back for help… God, if he weren’t already in the hospital, Anko thinks she’d fucking kill him for being so stupid.

She sits by his bedside, staring at the clock. She has to go help Ibiki with an interrogation in a little over an hour, but with the spare time she’s had, she’s been with Kakashi. He’s unconscious, but stable, fully cleared of the poison that previously afflicted him. Were the poison the only issue, he’d already be discharged, though. Kakashi is also dehydrated, malnourished, depleted of Chakra, and cut badly enough in three different places that he had to get stitches.

Anko could scream thinking about it. She’s mad at Lady Tsunade for sending him alone. She’s mad at him for not taking care of himself. She’s mad at herself for being so upset over it when she feels as if Kakashi doesn’t deserve her anger nor her concern. 

She stares down at him and sighs, unable to help how her face softens. Kakashi is sleeping peacefully, much to her relief. That stupid mask and his stupid headband still cover most of his face. Anko envies the medical staff who got to work on him, as she knows they’ve seen his face, washed his hair, cared for him in a way so intimate… Ew, no. Kakashi is terrible, and he was severely injured. What a stupid thing to be jealous of.

Frustrated, Anko stands to leave, only to feel a strong, cold hand wrap around her wrist. She turns to see Kakashi, who is barely awake and staring at her with a single charcoal eye.

“Anko,” He rasps. “I’m sorry, and… Thank you. Could we go for dinner after I get discharged? I’ll make it up to you.”

Anko almost says ‘yes’ until she remembers just how stupid Kakashi is and decides against it. She doesn’t want to say ‘no’ either, though.

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you later, Kakashi.”

Then, she leaves, a pang of guilt swirling around oh-so-terribly in the pit of her stomach. 

She has to remind herself that this is not a regular, innocent man. This is Kakashi Hatake. He’s stupid, he’s far too busy, and he’s ugly. He’s ugly in the way he treats his friends, ugly in the way he hides his face, ugly in the way he hides his trauma, ugly in the way he has no regard for others. Kakashi is as fucked up if not more fucked up than Anko herself, and if she lets him know the truth, she’ll be doomed. That much is certain.

Then again… The feelings she possesses for him far exceed simple want. Maybe she loves him. The only issue is that she knows she shouldn’t. So, whatever love she feels for him, she shoves into the back of her mind and tries to ignore. Thankfully, Kakashi hasn’t figured it out.

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Finally, the worst of all the reasons Anko won’t admit to loving Kakashi; Kakashi isn’t a very subservient man compared to the rest. Most of the people in the village who are crazy enough to want anything to do with Anko- men and women alike- trip and fall over themselves to please her. They bring her coffees at embarrassingly early hours of the morning, they insist on buying her dango at lunchtime, and they offer to take her to the fanciest of restaurants and the sweetest of sightseeing locations. Anko can’t love them because they are not Kakashi, and they only do these things for her because they expect something sexual in return.

However… Deep down…

Kakashi scares her. 

Kakashi has never made Anko coffee, bought her lunch, dragged her along to dinner, or anything of the sort. He’s saved her life a few times, and she’s saved his, but he’s never had that expectant, wanton look in his eye like the others. He would not do anything and everything for Anko to win her affections. Maybe he doesn’t want her affections at all. 

Kakashi, unlike the others, is subtle and confusing. Anko can’t see right through him and decipher his motives, and it’s a pill that’s hard to swallow because she refuses to be the one tripping over her feet to win Kakashi’s love.

Most of the time, Kakashi doesn’t bother sparing a single glance Anko’s way. At least, she doesn’t think he does until tonight.

She sits on the rooftop of her apartment complex, which is coincidentally Kakashi’s apartment complex as well. They live next door to each other and have since Kakashi’s sensei died fourteen years ago. Anko has always wanted to talk to him, but beyond work affairs, she hasn’t been successful. It’s best to just stay away. 

“Anko!” To her surprise, she hears a familiar voice and looks over her shoulder to see Kakashi himself coming to join her on the rooftop through the latch that leads into the apartment’s stairwell. “Funny seeing you here.”

“Kakashi,” Anko stiffly greets as Kakashi sits uncomfortably close to her. Her cheeks burn bright red with a heavy blush as she gets up and starts walking towards the roof’s exit, only for Kakashi to get up and follow her. “I was just leaving!”

“Were you really? Because I saw you come up here not less than five minutes ago.”

“I was just up here for a quick smoke,” Anko lies through her teeth- she hasn’t smoked in years.

“That stuff’s bad for you, y’know,” Kakashi sighs. Anko stupidly turns to face the Jonin, only to find that he’s standing far too close; their noses are almost touching and she can smell his stupidly floral shampoo from where she’s standing. “But you don’t need to lie to me. I’m half Inuzuka and I don’t smell a trace of cigarette smoke on you; just blood and dango.”

Anko shrugs and pretends not to care about Kakashi’s accurate observation. She has remnants of blood on her trench coat from cutting fingers off at an interrogation she did today, and she stopped for dango on the way home. She honestly forgot about the rumors that Kakashi’s mother was a member of the Inuzuka clan, as they’re so overshadowed by the more scandalous and murder-filled rumors that follow the older man around everywhere he goes. 

“Good nose! See ya later,” Anko turns to leave again, but to her surprise (and frustration), Kakashi grabs her by the wrist and stops her from doing so.

“Tell me something first.”

Anko swallows. She feels cornered.

He knows, doesn’t he?

“What?”

“Why are you so scared of me?” Kakashi murmurs.

“Scared of you?” Anko scoffs. Kakashi knows what he means, and Anko knows what he means, but she pretends not to. Maybe if she acts dense enough about this, Kakashi will lose the gall that made him approach her so brazenly in the first place and drop it. “Tch, you may be the Copy Ninja, Kakashi, but I’m not scared of you! I could take you down- just because your reputation precedes you doesn’t mean you’re any better than me!”

“That’s not what I meant. You’re a capable kunoichi, I’m sure you could kill me if you really put your mind to it.”

“Then why the hell would you ask something like that?” Anko retorts and snatches her wrist from Kakashi’s hand. She doesn’t really think she’s stronger than Kakashi; he has years of experience on her, he’s traveled a lot more, he knows more jutsu, and he has the Sharingan. She’d give him a run for his money, but she’s not sure she’d beat him in a fight. “If I’m as strong as you or even stronger than you, I have no reason to be scared, as you put it.”

“It’s not about strength or battle. It seems as if you fear me for more… Sentimental reasons,” Kakashi looks away with that one charcoal eye that seems to be boring into her soul. A light pink dusts the inch or two of his cheeks that are visible past his mask. “You don’t look at me when we see each other in public. You actively avoid me, actively refuse to do missions if there’s a risk of being assigned to a team that has me on it, but you watch me, too… And you keep your distance. You stand on the opposite side of the bar and watch me when I’m with my friends, you watch from the trees by the village gate when I’m supposed to return from missions, you watch Iruka and I ever so intensely when I’m at the mission desk. You even healed me the other day; you saved my life, and yet you’ve been ignoring me since then.”

“And? So what if I do all that shit, you got a problem with that?”

“Well, no, but… If anything, it seems like you’re the one with the problem,” Kakashi says with what sounds like a nervous chuckle. “So, circling back to what I said initially. What’s your problem with me, Anko? Why are you scared?”

Anko makes a break for the exit to the stairwell, but she’s unsuccessful. Kakashi beats her to it and blocks her path with that tall, toned body that Anko wishes she could put her hands all over.

“Let me go, you have no right to keep me here!”

“Tell me the truth and I’ll let you leave. This involves me, and it bothers me; I have the right to know what’s going on.”

“Why do you care? Why does it bother you so much? You don’t care about anything!”

Finally, Kakashi gets frustrated enough to raise his voice.

“I care about you, Anko! Is that so hard for you to believe?”

“What? We hardly even know each other! We don’t talk, Kakashi, don’t make us out to be more than we are! We’re nothing more than coworkers- we’re not friends, we’re not lovers, we’re barely even comrades, so just stop it before I throw you off this fucking rooftop!”

“Fine, I’ll drop it,” Kakashi steps out of the way of the door and crosses his arms over his chest. He looks sad, dejected. Anko thinks of bolting for the door so she can go lock herself in her apartment, but she can’t bring herself to do it. “I guess if you don’t want to explain why you’ve been treating me the way you have, you don’t have to. I can’t make you.”

“It’s stupid,” Anko whispers while twiddling her thumbs. She wonders what her coworkers would think if they saw her like this, what her students would think, what Orochimaru would think. They would laugh, and they would humiliate her for showing such vulnerability as a kunoichi, but… With Kakashi, she can’t help how she feels. That much is obvious. She’s tried pushing the feelings away and labeling them as so many things that they aren’t to avoid them, and they still won’t go away. “You’ll think it’s stupid and you’ll laugh me off the face of the earth.”

“I won’t.”

“How can you promise that without knowing what I’m going to say? What if I give you this leverage and I can’t take it back?”

“That’s your choice to make.”

“I… I want you,” Anko confesses, and in that moment, it hits her all at once. Kakashi Hatake is stupid, far too busy for his own good, and ugly in all the same ways that most shinobi tend to be. But she loves him anyway. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, you fucking bastard!”

“...So that’s what this has all been about.”

“I can’t believe you’ve gone and done this shit to me,” Anko huffs and roughly places her palms against Kakashi’s chest. “Gone and made me feel this way!”

“Why are you mad? It’s fine- you can’t help how you feel.”

“Why am I mad? You seriously have the audacity to ask that? You really are stupid, Kakashi! I’ve never felt this way for anyone. I can’t bring myself to trust anyone, let alone love them. Dozens of people in this village have been trying for years to get me to go on a date with them, and you somehow managed to waltz in and steal my heart without so much as trying! You’re stupid, you’re inconsiderate, you’re reckless, you’re ugly, you’re gone from the village most of the time, and to top it all off, you’ve barely acknowledged my existence up until now! And you expect me to be happy about falling in love with you!?”

“Gee, what a confession,” Kakashi laughs, something light and pleasant to Anko’s ears as he takes her into his arms. The comforting affection is so unfamiliar to her that she goes rigid. “Your sweet, loving words have wooed me into your arms.”

“Would you drop the sarcasm? If you don’t return the feelings, I’ll leave- mmph!”

Suddenly, Kakashi is pulling his mask down. Before Anko can take in his face, however, she feels a pair of soft lips against her own. She allows her eyes to flutter shut as her hands grasp at the soft material of Kakashi’s undershirt. 

“There,” Kakashi breathes against Anko’s cheek. Then, he pulls back and fixes his mask over his face so she can’t see it. Anko huffs in a mixture of frustration, relief, and excitement. Is this a dream? It must be. Kakashi has even lifted his village headband to look at her with his Sharingan… It confuses her at first, at least until she realizes that this probably means a lot to him if he returns the feelings; that he’s probably just using the scarlet red eye to cement this special moment between them in his memory. “Sarcasm dropped. I return your feelings, so there’s no need to leave.”

“Wh… What?” Anko asks. It’s too good to be true. Kakashi is implying that he wants her back, isn’t he? There’s no way it’s real. He’s fucked up, she’s fucked up, and it just isn’t meant to work. Why would he want her over all of the less damaged people that have been tripping over themselves to impress him for so many years? This has to be a joke.  “It’s not funny to mess around like that, I know you don’t want me! Why would you? I’m damaged, and I’m fucked up, and everyone thinks I’m crazy- and they’re right! I am crazy! So, if you’re fucking with me right now-”

“I’m a hundred percent serious,” Kakashi interrupts with a furrowed brow. “I know I can be mean sometimes, but do you really think I’d joke about that with someone I love?”

“You love me…?”

“Yes, do I need to write it on my forehead or will you accept my feelings without another argument?”

“Fine, fine, let’s say you love me, Kakashi Hatake!” Anko exclaims, elated. She has so many questions. How? Why? How long? Why hasn’t he said anything before tonight? How did he figure out that she felt something towards him so easily? But all she can ask is- “What now?”

“I was planning on having a relaxing evening to myself in my room, so if you want, you’re more than free to join me,” Kakashi offers. “Hot bath, lit candles, maybe a tub of vanilla ice cream if you’re feeling frisky… And we could sleep together. Literally, of course. Then, I suppose we can see where it goes from there.”

“...Yeah, okay, sure. I’m game,” Anko agrees with a nod and a smile. “Let’s do it!”

With that, the two go down the stairwell and to Kakashi’s apartment, hand in hand and stupidly in love.

[waffliesinyoface]

This is completely unedited, but im still posting it.

The training grounds were peaceful after sunset. Konoha had enough of them that it was never hard to find an empty one, but most shinobi preferred waking up early and training in the morning.

Hasami stifled a yawn. Just her luck that even her insomnia had persisted across reincarnation. She'd gone home after finishing the latest D-rank mission, eaten an early dinner, and promptly passed out on the couch. What she'd intended to be a quick powernap had lasted for five *hours* instead of twenty minutes. Which meant she had absolutely no chance of going *back* to sleep unless she'd gone out and actually done something.

Well, hasami mused, at the very least, odd hours were almost seen as a virtue among ninja. Missions outside the village didn't exactly keep a strict schedule, after all.

Hasami looked at the sky. She hadn't thought to bring a watch, but judging by the position of the moon it was... probably around 1:30? So she'd been training for nearly 4 hours. Light exercise, by ninja standards.

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She'd meant to just head home. She really did. But training meant working up an appetite, and without thinking, her feet had lead her to the shopping district.

Most shinobi, when given the choice between another night camping or pushing for a couple more hours and sleeping in their own bed, opted for the latter if they could help it. More than a few food stands and izakaya had taken notice - a ninja returning home late was also a ninja who had been out in the field for quite some time, and had been eating nothing but wild game and ration bars. The owners didn't even need to advertise.

One such restaurant was Ichiraku Ramen.

Prior to her reincarnation, Hasami had wondered if Ichiraku was really that good, or if Naruto had liked it because nobody there had ever thrown him out. She had to see for herself, right?

She'd gotten hooked immediately.

Ichiraku had turned out to be one of those shabby little hole-in-the-wall restaurants that never went out of business because it honestly was just that good. As far as Hasami was concerned, Teuchi was a national treasure.

It also didn't hurt that exercise meant sweating, which meant her body was really, really craving salt. She had no choice, really. Hands were tied.

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"Not that we don't appreciate the business, Hasami-chan, but is it really alright for you to be out so late?" Ayame honestly looked a little concerned. "You're young, you should be in bed by now."

Hasami tried her hardest not to be annoyed. She used to be an adult, so she understood where Ayame was coming from, because if she had seen a twelve year old kid wandering around at nearly two in the morning, she also would have been concerned. But because of that, it also meant that being treated like a child had gotten old quickly. It'd lessened once she got her hitae-ate, but she still got looks sometimes. Unfair.

"I just got caught up with training, is all. Don't worry about it, I can take care of myself." She was perfectly aware that she sounded like an actual overconfident twelve year old but that didn't make it any less true. She was armed. Potentially dangerous, even.

Ayame smiled. "No, no, I don't mean like that. I'm sure you're very capable Hasami-chan." She then leaned forward and started to whisper conspiratorially, "But if you don't get enough sleep, you'll never hit your growth spurt, you know~? It's important if you wanna grow big and strong!"

Hasami's annoyance rapidly shifted to mortification. Oh no. Oh god. Why. This was actually incomparably worse than Ayame being concerned for her safety. She quickly slurped down the remainder of her noodles to avoid responding. "ThanksForTheMealIGottaGoNowBye!!" She slapped down the money on the counter and ran off in what she did her best to pretend was a dignified manner.

"Good niiiight, Hasami-chaaan~!"

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Hasami: *sees ayame* oh shes obviously An Adult seeing me like a child, ughhh

Ayame: *is actually 17*

Ayame: *big sister instincts activating* what if i teased her, for fun

[sapphireblondie]

The Closet kink!!

“So? how was the mission?” Anko nudged you smiling as you and Kakashi parted your ways so he could report to Hokage. You blushed “It went well, thank you for asking.” Anko smiled “Yeah? Maybe you can tell how well over a bowl of Ichiraku Ramen.” You rolled your eyes “nothing happened, I couldn’t build up the courage, let alone get him away from Naruto.” Anko sighed “Girl, you gotta tell him, You’ve avoided telling him for years now and it’s not like he’s in a big rush of finding someone else and every time he gets assigned a mission, he specifically asks for you!” Your face reddened as you both walked into Ichiraku’s. “Hi ladies, what can we get for you today?” “Miso charshu ramen would be great!” You stated sitting in your seat. Anko chuckled “I’ll have the same.” Teuchi smiled as he turned around to begin the food. Anko sighed “You know he’s not gonna be single forever and you understand him more than anyone else does. On top of the fact you are a great team on missions-”  Ayame walked over placing both bowl on the table “Enjoy” You smiled “Thank you.” Anko glared at you “What?” “Stop avoiding the conversation!” Anko said annoyed. “Anko, I just don’t want to push him, he’s been through a lot over the years, so he’s gonna guard his heart better than what were able to guard the hidden leaf. Yes, I’ve liked him for a very long time, but for all we know he picks me for missions cause we work well-” “Naruto and Kakashi, how was your mission?” Ayama said interrupting you. Naruto smiled “Great! super easy, ready for the next!” Kakashi nodded “Went well, Naruto just wanted some ramen.” Kakashi looked over and made eye contact “Y/n, I was hoping to run into you here. I needed to speak with you about something as soon as you are free.” Anko smiled “She’s free now” You glared at Anko “I was still eating.” you mumbled under your breath. Kakashi stepped back “Great, if you’re free now, we could go and talk.” Anko’s face shifted “Oh you meant not here?” Kakashi blushed “yeah, official Hokage business.” You tilted your head and stood up. “Anko, can you get this in a to-go and drop this off at my place, I don’t want to keep Lady tsunade waiting.” Anko nodded “Yeah, sure. I’ll bring it by in a little while.” Kakashi followed you out of Ichiraku’s, “So did the Hokage say what she was needing to discuss.” Kakashi didn’t respond as he lead you through the leaf village. As the two of you made it to the Hokage manison, you paused waiting for Kakashi to say something. “Hatake! What’s with you?” Kakashi turned around holding his hand out “Just come with me please.” You sighed putting your hand into Kakashi’s hand. As he lead you into the Hokage manison and up the stairs, anxiety began to build. “Was lady Tsunade mad about something that happened while they were on their mission? Was she sending them out on their next mission already? He’s never been this quiet towards you before. But he’s also never held your hand this long either.” Kakashi opened the Hokage’s office door allowing you to walk in first.

As you stood in a semi-darkened room waiting for the chair to turn and Tsunade to speak to you, Kakashi shut the door and walked towards you. “Lady Tsunade?” Kakashi laughed “I may have not told the full truth. It was me who wanted to speak with you about our mission, I’m the one who asked you here.” Your palms became sweaty and your face turned a crimson red. “Oh, did I do something wrong? I followed everything you planned.” Kakashi pulled his mask down from his face. “You didn’t do anything wrong but you were acting like something’s been bothering you the last few missions we’ve done together. And I noticed you didn’t act differently towards Naruto or Yamato but were different when I was around so I figured I’d ask Lady Tsunade for her office to discuss privately if something was wrong.” “Uh..” Your stomach became nauseous and you became hot. “I.. “ 

“Y/n! Are you ok? Y/n, can you hear me?” You opened your eyes, “What happened?” Kakashi smiled “I’m not sure? I asked What’s been bothering you, then you fainted” You sat up “I’m sorry, I didn’t..-” Kakashi smiled “Ok, I’m going to tell you what I wanted to talk to you about after I figured out what was bothering with you , but since asking for your end of the conversation ended with you on the floor, I’ll go first.” You stood up and waited for Kakashi to start. “Y/n, Do you know why I choose you for my mission as my partner?” You shook your head no. Kakashi smiled. “I also haven’t seen you many times with your mask down either.” Kakashi echoed in laughter “I don’t take it off when out in public. But I’m in a private room, with someone I trust.” Kakashi raised his hand and placed it on your cheek. A buzzing sensation filled your body as you closed your eyes and leaned your head against his hand. “Guess that answers my next question.” kakashi whispered breaking the silence of the night. You opened your eyes and moved your face, realizing what you just did. “Oh, sorry I’m just tired, I-” Kakashi smirked as he stepped towards you “I can take you home if you’re tired.” You looked at the floor not sure what to say “Uh, yeah, I guess, we can do that.” Kakashi nodded as he gestured towards the door. As you made it to the door, you paused “I don’t know if I’ll ever get this chance again. He is always with someone or on missions.” You turned around “Kakashi, I-” Kakashi smiled “If you drag this out any longer, you’re gonna make me lose my mind.” Kakashi shook his head and slid his hand behind your back pulling you against him as he placed his other hand on the back of your neck. “Kakashi...” you mumbled. Kakashi pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and warm, his arms were so welcoming and safe. Kakashi pulled back, “Listen, I’ve been trying to find time to tell you that I’m very attracted to you, but you started acting strange...so I waited to figure out why.” You sighed “I was trying to find..” Kakashi smiled and pushed his lips against yours as you threw your arms around his neck and you pulled him in tightly. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lip sending a buzzing sensation racing in between your thighs. A moan escaped your lips as the sensation continued. Kakashi smiled “Maybe we should get you back home, your miso is gonna get cold.” You blushed and “Will you stay with me?” Kakashi smiled “Is that what you want?” “You blushed “Mhm.” Kakashi blushed as he bent down and picked you up. “Let’s go then.” 

As the both of you made it back to your house, Kakashi placed your feet back on the ground and stepped back “Are you sure you want me to stay.” You poked Kakashi’s chest. “Don’t think you can get out of this with just a kiss, I’ve been waiting 3 years to tell you how much I liked you” Kakashi chuckled “Hmmm so what if i do this?” Kakashi walked towards you. You back up not knowing what he was up too. “Uhh.” you stuttered. Kakashi continued until he backed you into the wall. “Now where are you gonna go y/n?” You smiled as kakashi grabbed your other hands. “What are you up to Kakashi?” In one quick motion he pinned your hands above your head and had his lips against yours, you could feel his tongue greeting your bottom lip. As he pulled away and began kissing your neck, lewd noises leaked into the silence of the night. Kakashi chuckled at the lack of control you were having. He released your hands only with enough time for you to wrap you arms around his neck as he slid his hands to your ass and lifted you off the ground making sure to drag your soaking wet cunt across his noticeably growing bulge. “If I wrap my legs around him, he’ll for sure feel how wet he’s made me!” Kakashi smiled as you kissed his neck “I’m thinking you’re gonna have to wash these pants tonight, well considering you’ve already become so wet, I can feel it through them.” You paused for a moment embarrassed and then bite down. Kakashi winced from the initial bite then laughed. “I can always get those off of you if youd like.” You let go of him as he walks over and places you on your bed. “I take that as a yes?” You nodded as he began sliding your damp pants and soaked panties. You were high on hormones as his hands slide down your legs removing your clothes. “I’ll toss them over there for now.” You watched your clothes land next to the wall then felt his warm breath and then his tongue. “Oh fuck!” Moans poured out of your mouth as his warm tongue made it’s way between your folds and to your sensitive bud. Kakashi broke the pleasure with a smile as your control was lost and your back arched. You slide your hand into his white spiky hair. “Kakashi, I can’t... Please.” Kakashi stopped long enough to ask what you said. “What did you want y/n?” Attempting to catch your breath “You.” Kakashi smiled as he stood up and took off his shirt. You sat up pull at his pants “Hey, I wasn't done with you yet.” “Please kakashi! I’m begging you, please just fuck me.” Kakashi smiled “If that’s what you want.” Kakashi crawled on to your bed and on top of you slowly sinking his thick cock into your depth of warm. Moans fill the room as you stretch around him. Quiet moans escape his lips as he buries his face into the nap of your neck. “Fuck, you are so fucking wet.” Moans fill the room from both of you as he thrusts deep into your dripping pussy and against your pleasure bundle of nerves as you dig your nails into his back. As the head of his cock massages you sweet nerves you beginning to peak.. “Kakashi!! fuck!! I- Oh fuck!” Kakashi thrusts forward one more time moving his hips just right to push over the edge! You tighten your legs around kakashi as you hold onto him. “Fuck y/n, don’t hold me in, I’m gonna cum!” “I can’t help it!!” Both spilling sticky messes, you collapse in exhausted gasping for your breath. * Knock knock* “Hey y/n, It’s Anko, soups out here! tell Kakashi its about fucking time!!! See you both at the meeting tomorrow, I’m sure all of the neighbors will have plenty of question considering your moans were ECHOING through the neighborhood” Your face turns red and Kakashi laughs “They’ll get over it. It’s become a regular noise they hear.” You blush smiling at kakashi as he walks towards the door wrapped in a blanket to grab you a towel to clean up to with and grab your soup. Kakashi opened the door to Anko still standing there laughing with Naruto and Yamato. Kakashi’a face reddens “thanks for the soup, I have things to tend to.” Yamato and Naruto laugh and Anko yells “Round two! FIGHT”

[mixelation]

okay i did something interesting. here's a scene from reborn au (the ONLY thing i have written from kushina's POV) and then how the same thing would go in reborn au au. spoilers: obito makes everyone worse.

reborn au first. kushina after she backs back to konoha from iwa. includes some Adult Intimacy with minato but the actual sex is fade to black. also this was inexplicably written in present tense so i had to edit it to match the other bits; apologies if i missed a sentence

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Kushina let Minato lace his fingers through hers while they waited for their Ichiraku order, then step directly into her so their shoulders brushed. He always got so needy whenever her missions went bad. 

She didn’t mind. She’d missed him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, watching Teuchi’s daughter Ayame set bowls in front of dine-in customers. 

“Thanks,” Minato said, accepting three plastic tubs in a plastic bag from her. Half a second later, they were in their dining room. 

“Naruto!” Minato called. “Your mom is–”

A small orange hurricane crashed into Kushina. Kushina grinned as she wrapped her arms around her son. She knew Naruto really loved her because he hugged her tight and told her how much he missed her before grabbing for his share of ramen. 

They didn’t tell Naruto a thing about her kidnapping. He was still too young, and the incident already had Minato’s ‘need to know only’ stamp on it. Kushina hated keeping secrets from her son, even ones that would upset him, but a ninja’s life was always filled with secrets. The only reason she didn’t have to keep any from her husband was because she lucked out and married the Hokage. 

Kushina was already mostly healed, anyway. She didn’t have to explain away any injuries, only that she was tired from travel. 

“Did you do anything cool?” Naruto asked through a mouthful of noodles. “Dad said there’d be a big tournament.”

Kushina grinned at him, and then spent the rest of the dinner recalling all her students’ matches through her own mouthfuls of noodles. 

“He won the whole thing?” Naruto whined of Itachi. “Sasuke’s never going to shut up!”

“I won the tournament at my exam,” Minato told him. “You can tell Sasuke about that.”

Naruto rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t count, you know.” 

Kushina winked. “Deidara really gave Itachi a run for his money, though. And all the Iwa-nin think he’s your brother.”

Minato buried his face in a hand as Naruto’s brows furrowed. 

“Why would they think that…?” Naruto wondered. “Cuz he’s blonde? That’s stupid.”

Kushina laughed. 

After dinner, Naruto very excitedly showed Kushina a project he’d been working on at school. They’d been learning to make traps, and he proudly showed her diagram after diagram of traps he made up himself, which largely overestimated the laws of physics. Kushina grinned and ruffled his hair anyway. She knew her son. He might be a disaster on paper, but he would figure out how to get every one of those traps to work, even if he had to make a hundred nonfunctional traps first.

She dumped the duty of actually checking Naruto’s homework on Minato in favor of taking a luxuriously long bath. She loved her long hair, but it accumulated travel grime like no one’s business. Her joints felt truly exhausted while she brushed out her washed hair after her bath, making her wince. Kushina almost never got this tired. Iwa had really done a whammy on her. 

By the time she was out, Minato was talking to Naruto down the hall, putting him to bed. Kushina listened to their faint voices affectionately as she went through her clothes in search of pajamas… ah, an old shirt she’d stolen from Minato. Perfect. She’d missed home so much. 

It was only once Naruto was sound asleep in bed that Minato came back to the bedroom. He was still adorably needy. 

“I was worried,” Minato murmured between kisses to her neck, his hands buried in her damp hair. She was so glad she’d washed it. 

Kushina huffed in exaggerated irritation even as she tilted her head to the side to let him at more of her neck. One of his hands switched from her hair to his hip, fingers pushing up her pajama shirt. Kushina moaned as his familiar callouses brushed over her bare skin. God, why had she even bothered putting anything on?

“It was over before you even knew anything had happened,” she said as Minato backed her up to their bed, his other hand also working its way under her shirt. His teeth grazed the shell of her ear. “My team had me out almost immediately.”

“That’s why I was worried,” Minato replied. He obediently leaned back so she could pull his own shirt over his head. “What’s the point of you having a hiraishin marker in your seal if things happen before you can use it?”

Kushina snorted as she tossed his shirt away and dropped down onto the bed in one motion. Minato still had his mesh armor on, and she ran a hand over it, enjoying how it fits his chest. Minato was always making puppy dogs eyes at her about how he missed being able to kiss her first thing in the morning and last thing at night when she was away, but Kushina had always missed the warmth of his skin. 

She very carefully rolled up the mesh armor, watching his chest move with long, relaxed breaths. 

“Like you teleporting into Iwa wouldn’t have made everything worse,” she said, discarding the mesh. It clunked to the carpet, deceptively heavy. 

Minato whined at her like the giant needy pushover he was, pushing her further back onto the mattress so he could straddle her. Despite the topic of conversation, Kushina couldn’t keep a juvenile grin off her face. 

“Who cares?” he said, carefully brushing hair out of her face. “They kidnapped my wife.”

Kushina knew Minato was not being serious. The third war lasted more than half their lives, cost him two of his students and Kushina her entire clan, and Minato would never do anything so brash that he might rekindle it. But also, when it was just the two of them, she kind of liked this side of Minato. 

Also, even though it had been almost ten years, it still makes her stomach flip to hear him say my wife. 

“Your wife is fine,” Kushina told him, cupping his face and running her thumb over his bottom lip. “But she’s a little disappointed she’s still wearing clothes.”

Kushina was barely wearing clothes. She was in her panties and a baggy T-shirt, currently bunched up around her armpits, and she felt great. Minato’s gaze dropped from her face for the first time since they’d started making out, his eyes lighting up with acute interest at the sight of her under him, like it had just occurred to him he could look and not be hopelessly lost in her eyes.

You dweeb, Kushina thought affectionately.  

“I missed you,” she said out loud. 

Maybe she was a little needy too. 

In the morning, Kushina woke to find Minato on his back, frowning at the ceiling. She blinked a few times, trying to focus on his profile in the dim light of sunrise. This exercise didn’t last long, as Minato realized she was awake. He beamed at her, rolling over and pushing himself up to lean over her. 

“Good morning,” he said, and then pressed his lips to hers. 

Usually, his good morning kisses were brief. A small peck to say I love you before he ran off to some new Hokage crisis, or before one of them went to wake Naruto. Often she was only half awake, and he’d have to go for her cheek or temple. Sometimes it was Kushina initiating it, on the rare occasion a mission had her out of bed earlier than him, or on his days off when he’d let himself sleep in. 

This time, his kiss lingered, and god, she’d missed just the weight of his body on hers. He opened his mouth, poking his tongue at her lips, and she almost let him in. 

Instead she turned her face away, and he drew back. 

“I am so tired,” she admitted. “Rain check?”

He flopped back down into bed next to her, careful to avoid her untied hair as best he could, and she could tell from his body language he was upset. Minato never got upset when she denied him, though. Something else in the exchange had gotten to him… oh, was he upset because of why she was so tired?

She poked his side. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think I can let Iwa get away with kidnapping you,” he said. “Bad optics. Can’t let Konoha seem weak.”

“Well…” Kushina said, tracing a finger across his ribs. “Deidara did take out the entire demolition squad, and they think he’s your bastard child you used to steal their bloodline limit. So you might be even, you know.”

Minato covered his face with a pillow. 

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okay, so then here's just the very last bit, but now reborn au au. minato POV. assume the mission went exactly same, even though i might retcon this

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Minato pulled back when Kushina turned her head, his eyes focusing on her face. She was so pretty in the morning light, her eyes dark and her hair turned to a red glow. He would kiss her forever if she let him. 

“I am so tired,” Kushina admitted. “Rain check?”

Kushina’s hair looked so good spread out over the sheets, beautiful red swirls against their cream-colored linen, like a painter’s masterpiece across canvas. Minato loved it, loved seeing it after weeks without her, loved the way it made the whole bed smell like Kushina, but he was keenly aware it would hurt if he laid on it. Kushina had yelled at him more than once. He was very careful as he laid back down next to her. 

Kushina was almost never tired first thing in the morning, not after a good night’s sleep, and Minato had made sure she’d slept very well. She might have healed any wounds, but her mission had taken a lot out of her. 

Chakra poisoning in Iwa, Kushina had said. It was a very tricky thing to manage, but Iwa had correctly hypothesized it was one of the few things that could reliably take out an Uzumaki. It was also one of the few things that would reliably work on a jinchuriki, although he was reasonably confident Kushina’s status as one remained confidential. 

Minato felt a flash of anger, both at Iwa and at himself. How dare Iwa send him so many simpering letters about peace and good-will, and then do this to his wife? And how dare Minato be so stupid as to let her walk right into their village? 

Kushina poked him. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think I can let Iwa get away with kidnapping you,” he said. He said it slowly, feeling the weight of the words on his tongue. He would not let another long, pointless war break out. But how could he let Iwa get away with this insult? What else would they do to Konoha, if he let them do something so brash without consequence? “Bad optics. Can’t let Konoha seem weak.”

“Well…” Kushina traced a finger over his ribs as she described her team’s destruction of the Iwa Demolition Corps, and Minato wanted nothing more than to ease into her touch and just listen to her talk for hours. 

He couldn’t, though. In a little bit he’d get up and get Naruto ready for school, because Kushina needed rest, and then he’d go into his office and schedule a full day of meetings about what to do about Iwa. He had to think this over. 

“Obito burned down Kusa,” Minato said contemplatively. Kushina’s fingers didn’t stop. “And Ame said it was understandable. Nothing bad happened.”

Ame was in the neighboring country and leadership was… kind of nuts. If anyone would flip their lids over Kusa being decimated, it would have been them. But they hadn’t, and they’d more or less told Iwa to shut up when they’d sent an inquiry. 

“Mm,” Kushina hummed. “But that was in the moment, part of a rescue. That’s more justifiable than retaliation after the fact.”

This was very true. Minato highly doubted Iwa would go public with losing their strongest combat group, but if they did and tried to point the blame at Konoha, it was unlikely anyone on an international level would get involved. Iwa had kidnapped Team 4’s beloved sensei, and they’d gotten her back. What else would anyone expect?

Then again, as the peace treaties currently stood, no village could drag another one into war by virtue of their alliance, as had happened in the Third Shinobi War. If he did something to Iwa, as long as their ally Kumo didn’t want to be involved, Iwa couldn’t force them to help. This also meant that if Konoha got into an altercation, they couldn’t force Suna or Kiri to send aid, but… did they really need that? Unlike Iwa, who had turned funneling civilian children into shinobi training into an art, the number of active shinobi in Konoha still hadn’t recovered since the war. However, several key individuals meant their actual combat power was higher than ever. 

Would it be worth the risk? 

Maybe he should talk to Obito… 

[depressedhatakekakashi]

the other day i was scrolling on tiktok i saw one in which the person put the canonically attractive characters in naruto (kakashi was in that category) and in the next slide there were the non-canonically attractive characters, imo it was just a harmless tiktok but it reach twitter and i saw a comment that said kakashi was never attractive (in canon i mean) and that he didn't "pull" anyone. i found it extremely funny cuz wasn't kakashi supposed being handsome since the beginning? like i know it's silly but there's a panel drew by kishimoto where he pulled down his mask (when t7 invited him to ichiraku) and both the owner and his daughter fell in "love" with him but apparently that panel isn't canon because it was just a comedy relief? i didn't understand tbh

Kakashi didn’t ‘pull’ anyone cuz he wasn’t interested Xd

Dude is happy going on vacations with his best friend and relaxing in his retirement. Plenty of people found him attractive but he just wasn’t interested.

Kishi legit wrote a mini comic revealing his face and ayame and her father were both heart eyes/blushing seeing his face. I know people like to act like that was anime only, but kishi actually drew Kakashi’s face reveal and it was put in one of the databooks.

Also, the main girl who liked Kakashi was rin, and she’s kinda… you know… dead

That’s the only one that’s really ever truly focused on, but also Kakashi’s attractiveness is played on endlessly in the rock lee spin off and anime (so not ‘canon’ but still pretty obvious and some people consider anime canon)

I think cuz he didn’t get the sasuke treatment some people act like he wasn’t considered attractive, but i wouldn’t wish the sasuke treatment on anyone, not even sasuke himself

[munchbell45]

I Worte a Choji/Ayame Fic!

This is called Love and Ramen, and was written for Choji Rarepair Weekend, hosted by @narutorarepaireventhub. It's still July 14th where I am, but it is also 11:54, so the blog will find it a little late.

Summary: Choji has been visiting Ichiraku Ramen a lot lately. He says it's because he's been craving their ramen, but that's not the whole truth.

As Choji's friends go out there with him, they find out that he has a crush on Ayame, the woman who works there. Will he be able to confess his feelings? Does she like him back?

Additional Tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, One Shot, Ramen, Ichiraku Ramen, Requited Love, Cooking, Post-Fourth Great Shinobi War

[myaekingheart]

1. Ichiraku! 2. The Uchiha Compound 3. The Academy! 4. Free Space 👀

1. Ichiraku Ramen 🍜

• Teuchi was constantly on-call during Kushina's pregnancy because she was known to wake Minato up in the middle of the night desperate for a bowl of tonkatsu ramen.

• Teuchi and Ayame live in a very small apartment right above the ramen shop.

• When Jiraiya would get writer's block, he would go to Ichiraku for a bowl of ramen to help get the creative juices flowing.

• Iruka spent so much time at Ichiraku both eith Naruto and to help fill the void while he was gone with Jiraiya, that he and Ayame grew rather close and eventually ended up in a relationship together. They go on to get married and have a son, Hiyamugi, named after a Japanese noodle dish.

2. The Uchiha Compound 🔥

• The Uchiha compound was built in Konoha's District 4, an omen for the clan's downfall.

• All the buildings in the compound are built to be especially fire resistant and durable thanks to the high concentration of fire jutsu among the Uchiha.

• The Uchiha compound was one of the less damaged portions of the village when Pain attacked.

• The compound remained exactly the same as it was when Itachi murdered everyone; no one bothered to clean the place up after the fact nor did they care enough. Sasuke consequently had nightmares for six weeks afterward.

• Seeing as most police officers in the village were Uchiha, following the massacre, they had to conduct a large recruitment project for new officers. Many of Konoha's citizens did not want to touch the police station after what had happened, feeling uncomfortable and like it was a bad omen. Ultimately, many tokubetsu jonin were heavily encouraged to join the police force.

3. The Academy 🏫

• The academy has four grades: freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior. Seniors are usually 11-12 years old, juniors 10-11, sophomores 9-10, and freshman 8-9.

• Young prospective ninja can take the entrance exam as young as 3 years old, though it is heavily discouraged except for in times of war and in extraordinary circumstances ie prodigies like Kakashi.

• Children can also enter preschool as young as age 3, though the most common age group is 7-8 years old. The preschool is in a building attached to the main academy and requires no entrance exam. It teaches students the basics like letters, numbers, shapes, reading, and basic math.

• Typical academics are taught in academy classes, as well, but usually through a ninja-colored lens. World and local history, chakra natures and elemental science, necessary botany and zoology, geometry to calculate the trajectory of attacks, etc. are all common aspects of the curriculum.

• Pre-war, most children who did not pursue the ninja path had to be wealthy enough to rely on private tutors for education. If they could not afford a private tutor, they often had to learn through real-world experiences helping with their parents businesses. Therefore their "curriculum" was much more real-world based such as financial math.

• Postwar, a public school for civilian children was founded and placed next to the ninja academy.

• Most teachers have a second job or take missions alongside their teaching for extra money. Teaching oftentimes does not pay the bills.

• The academy has two stories, four basic classrooms, a small library, a front office with a records room and clinic, teacher's lounge, and a small lunch room. Postwar, they add a cafeteria for children who cannot bring their lunches.

• The school courtyard has a training ground for physical education, one of the four main tenets of academy curriculum.

• The four main tenets of the academy curriculum are physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual. Physical curriculum revolves around the student's physical capabilities (agility, speed, stamina, mastery of ninjutsu and taijutsu, etc). Mental curriculum revolves around the student's intelligence (understanding of the material, battle tactics and formation, mastery of genjutsu, etc.) Emotional curriculum revolves around the student's emotional maturity and control (remaining calm and clear-minded in stressful situations, handling heavy topics such as death and injury, resisting psychological manipulation, etc). Lastly, spiritual curriculum revolves around a student's understanding of and relationship with their own chakra network and chakra nature (being attuned with the elements, meditation, etc.) All four of these tenets work in tandem to build the foundation of a successful and skilled shinobi.

4. Free Space: Unohana Antiques Shop 🏺

• The Unohana Antiques Shop was founded by twins Komori and Rojin Unohana. It is equal parts thrift store, pawn shop, and museum for the unwanted mysteries of old Konoha.

• The shop's establishment was inspired by Komori Unohana's penchant for collecting odds and ends, namely mismatched souvenirs from the many ninja missions of her youth.

• The antiques shop is one of many small businesses in the village, especially those founded by Konoha's oldest and finest. Other businesses in the same league are the Kawakubo Kimono Shop, Kaminoki Book Store, the dango shop, Fumeiyo Fortunes, and Kenshin Smithing.

[sofya-fanfics]

Memories

Fandom : Naruto

Relationship : Naruto x Hinata

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Naruto picked up another album and turned the pages. He stopped at a particular photo. It was Hinata. She was seventeen and she was sitting at a table at Ichiraku and holding a bowl of ramen. He remembered that day perfectly. It was their first date.

Disclaimer : Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

AO3 / FF.NET

Naruto opened the door to his home and sighed as he took off his shoes. His day was finally over, and for once, he could come home early. He would be able to have dinner with his family, which happened too rarely for his liking. He missed his family when he worked too much. But he was Hokage, and the villagers were also his family. Fortunately, Hinata and his children understood. He was lucky to have their support and love.

“Hinata-chan !” He called.

“I’m In the living room.”

He headed for the living room. Hinata was sitting on the couch. He approached and he saw several photo albums open on the coffee table. He sat down next to her. He picked up an album which he opened.

“I haven't looked at these in years,” he said.

Hinata smiled tenderly.

“I was tidying up when I found them. I've been watching them for over an hour, I didn't see the time pass.”

“You got lost in our memories.”

“Wonderful memories. I was about to make some tea. Do you want some?”

Naruto nodded. Hinata got up and headed to the kitchen. He flipped through the album and he could not help smiling. These were precious moments of their lives. The life he had always wanted, and it was even better than in his dreams.

He picked up another album and turned the pages. He stopped at a particular photo. It was Hinata. She was seventeen and she was sitting at a table at Ichiraku and holding a bowl of ramen. He remembered that day perfectly. It was their first date.

He remembered the anxiety he had felt before asking her out. Despite Kiba and Konohamaru's lame advice and idiotic plans and Sakura's encouragement, telling him that Hinata would accept, he was afraid of being rejected. But she had said yes and he could not have been happier.

He had planned to take her to Ichiraku. It was an important place for him, and he wanted to share that with Hinata. The closer the date came, the more nervous he got. He asked himself countless questions. Would she like dinner at Ichiraku ? Would he say or do something she would not like or worse, something that would hurt her? He asked Sakura for advice. After all, she was his best friend and, most importantly, she was a girl. She knew what would please Hinata.

“Just be yourself and everything will be fine,” she had told him.

Be yourself, he thought sarcastically. As if that could help him. Then the day of their date had arrived. He had never been so nervous. His hands were sweaty and he felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest because it was beating so hard. At first, he really felt like he was doing and saying nonsense. She must have thought he was an idiot. But as time went by, he felt more at ease. He had never had such a good time.

At the end of the evening, he noticed that Hinata had eaten more ramen than he had. Even better, she had broken the restaurant's record. Ayame had taken a photo to celebrate. A copy was proudly hung on Ichiraku's wall. Naruto had realized for a while that he was in love with Hinata. But at that moment, he knew he would spend the rest of his life with her.

He was brought out of his thoughts when Hinata sat down next to him. She handed him a cup of tea which he accepted. She looked at the photo of their first date and smiled.

“I was so nervous that day.”

Naruto looked at her, surprised.

“Really ? You seemed so calm.”

“I did everything not to show it. I didn't want to ruin our date. But thanks to you, I had a wonderful evening.”

A huge smile lit up Naruto's face. He approached Hinata and kissed her. That evening had been a turning point for him. He was living the life he had always dreamed of and all this, he owed to Hinata.

The end

[kakairu-shrine]

New Fic: It’s Valentine’s Day?!

This was written for the Valentine’s Day prompt of @kakairu-rocks KakaIru Valentine’s Week 2023 event!

Enjoy!

It's Valentine's Day?! (3682 words) by demonofabove

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka

Characters: Umino Iruka, Hatake Kakashi, Ayame (Naruto), Teuchi (Naruto)

Additional Tags: KakaIru Valentine's Week 2023, Valentine's Day, First Dates, Hokage Hatake Kakashi, Idiots in Love, Crushes, Cute, First Kiss

Summary:

Iruka and Kakashi decide to go out for dinner, but things seem weird. What are these feelings bubbling inside? Why are there so many couples out tonight? And what the hell is going on at Ichiraku - why are Teuchi and Ayame acting so strangely?

Surely there's a reason for this... Right?

[obitv]

i like naruto fics where all the important conversations happen at ichirakus but i like them more when ayame and teuchi are very fucking obviously just digging for more gossip. theyre like shinobi hairdressers