#bowlcut buddies

[raidenismypookie]

based on the last scene

[feartheoldblog]

ok dropping for @smoughenthusiast because he’s a real g

[nyarumie]

Suit Anomaly. (Oneshot)

hoshina soshiro x reader — 919 words. established relationship, kissing, making out, mentioned 'she' pronouns for reader.

Just a small break from my ongoing Narumi fic, which is linked on my pinned post! Please do check it out too 🫶

Click here for part 2! Cross-posted on Ao3.

Requests, prompts, or any messages are appreciated! Just open my ask box.

A staring contest in the middle of the highly confidential training facility has apparently been going on for a couple of minutes. You maintained a good distance between Soshiro and yourself, just enough to bend your upper body forward and stare into the eyes of Kaiju no.10 in his suit. (The Kaiju, in fact, refuses to open its eyes).

"Can this guy see anything?" you asked.

Eh? This guy?

Soshiro can't believe you just addressed the Kaiju in his suit as just some guy. What were you even doing? Testing the No. 10 suit wasn't on his schedule today, but you managed to pester Okonogi into "checking it out for anomalies" because of how bad they performed in yesterday's target training.

It was Okonogi who answered you from above, "Yes. Because its consciousness is fully retained, you can still think of it as a Kaiju, albeit taking the form of a Defense Force suit."

"Why's it ignoring me then? Soshiro, is this like a pet of yours? Maybe you need to tame it, you're good at that anyways." you said, now standing upright, still staring at the eye hole of the suit. "Your performance was still shit yesterday, Kaiju No. 10."

Finally, it opened its eye. "I'm not this bowlcut's pet!" it growled at you.

"So you do have an eye. You can do better at target practice, yeah? Your tail is aggressively wagging, by the way." you said, your stare turning cold now that it decided to open its eyes.

Soshiro clapped his hands once, a sign that you both need to stop arguing. Scratching the back of his head, he whined your name. "It's supposed to be my off-day from training, ya know? What was the anomaly check ya said yesterday?"

You sighed, a hand in one hip. You walked closer, ignoring the panicked warning of Okonogi that you're entering dangerous territory. Soshiro was uncharacteristically taken by surprise when you hooked a hand behind his neck and comfortably placed your other hand on his chest, pulling him closer.

Before you can even do anything, you hear the suit's tail wave around more aggressively than before, almost destroying the floor behind Soshiro. "... So that's what's up." you said, still retaining the quite intimate position you both are in.

"Fine! FINE!! You got me, can the both of you stop doing that every damn time?! You humans are so weird!" the Kaiju wailed.

And it closed its eye again.

Confused, Soshiro placed both his hands on either side of your waist. "Dear, what's goin' on?"

"I'm afraid we shouldn't work together on the field if you're using that suit."

He frowned, "But nothin' else tops our teamwork. Are ya worried this suit will kill you?"

You feel laughter threatening to spill from your lips. 'How adorable. For a hella smart guy, he's so clueless this time; they really refuse to read each other's mind, don't they?' you thought.

You cleared your throat to control yourself, explaining the anomaly you discovered. "Dear, the Kaiju is flustered."

He's so dumbfounded right now.

"This Kaiju? Flustered?" Is that even possible? "From what?" he asked.

Suddenly finding the entire situation funny, your attitude from earlier drastically changed. "Allow me to elaborate, then!" you said, humor visible from your eyes.

"Its tail wagging aggressively and eye closing during your target exercises whenever I'm around—because you kiss me so much, it can't stand seeing me without remembering it!" you laughed.

You hear Kaiju No. 10 grumble a complain, sounding something like what a "needy bastard" Soshiro is.

Ah. "Well buddy, ya gotta learn how to cope with it. She's my partner on-field and off-field. Ya can stand my blades, but not a kiss?" Soshiro said, slightly amused at the situation.

Its tail got aggressive again. "Shut up! You're basically devouring her mouth! Do humans really need to hold each other closely while doing it?! I'm your suit—I can feel your body heat up from it, you bastard!" it spouted.

You raise your eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

Okonogi took this as a sign to temporarily leave the room, sighing at how silly this entire thing is.

"Well, m'dear, the Kaiju didn't lie." he teasingly said, grinning as he pulled you even closer and cupping your face in one hand. "How 'bout we give it a sample right now? It needs time getting used to us, don'tcha agree?"

Before you were even able to reply, he dipped and kissed your lips fully.

You let out a surprised sound, feeling him angling his lips better as his tongue prodded access to your mouth. 'Such intensity for a sample,' you thought. Your hand subtly pulled on his hair, the both of you moaning as your tongues danced with each other.

He reluctantly pulled away as he felt you pat his chest, a silent plea for air.

"How are ya feeling?"

"Beyond amazing. Might need more later."

You jumped at the voice that boomed from the suit, "You bastards done? I may be able to close my eye, but I can hear everything!! You're both the most disgusting humans ever!"

Soshiro huffed, "Quit whinin', you're such a drama queen. Get used to it, it's part of yer training."

"Ahem." You both hear a voice from above.

Ah, it's the Captain. Did Okonogi fetch her?

"Don'tcha worry Captain Ashiro, we're wrapping up already." he said.

Soshiro and you made your way back to the control room, announcing that the anomaly has been "taken care of".

[justwinginglife]

what abt a soshiro and a babyshiro req ❓babyshiro is almost the carbon copy of soshiro but the kid always has that serious/brooding resting face that he always contrasts soshiro's own smiley face with,,,, n then sometimes babyshiro would wander off and watch the officers train but the officers always like shiver when they sense babyshiro's ominous aura observing them (the kid just has a permanent intimidating pout)

The Unstoppable Trio

When you first saw a picture of Soshiro as a kid, you were overwhelmed by just how adorable he was and you vowed to him that when you had his baby, they would look exactly like him. He just laughed and shook his head at you, saying you couldn't control what they looked like, and what if he wanted them to look more like you instead? But you stood firm in your statement- you wanted, no, you needed a little baby Soshiro running around your house, his little bowlcut flopping around as he played, his purple eyes peeking out from underneath his tired lids. 

And when you finally did have your first kid and he was the exact carbon copy of your husband, Soshiro then assumed you had some sort of otherworldly power to manifest your desires with such accuracy. You let him continue to think you were a god, it made things easier. It helped that your predictions were almost always correct as well. Soshiro had started taking your side on almost everything, after seeing firsthand how the universe just seemed to bend to your will, and when people disagreed with you, he’d quickly shut them down, whispering that you’d curse their family for generations if they didn’t shut up. He made you laugh. 

And your kid was just like him, always seeking out ways to make you laugh, to make you smile. If he said something silly and you giggled, he’d repeat it over and over to elicit the same reaction. If he did something cute and you fawned over him, he’d continue doing it, continue soaking up your adoration. 

Soshiro was both pouty and proud about it. He wanted your attention too, but he was impressed that someone so young had already figured out the secret to keeping you happy. He felt like if he ever passed too soon, his son would take good care of his mom. So he let him have your attention, he let him learn how best to love you.

In fact, you and your husband were the only people your son actively showered with love. He was worse at showing it to anyone else. He had such a severe case of resting bitch face around everybody else that rumors started going around that you, with your supernatural powers, had birthed a demon of some sort. Because if anyone were to have given him these genetics, it wouldn’t have been smiley Soshiro, it would’ve been you. You were downright intimidating sometimes, and it seemed your child had already perfected that same art of intimidation at such a young age. 

Now, every time you looked at your baby boy, he was the picture perfect angel, grinning just like his daddy did. But everyday your husband would bring you a new story about what your “perfect baby boy” did to scare the shit out of someone today, and it cracked Soshiro up to no end, he’d say “Our kiddo is a real comedian.”

Apparently Iharu had gotten called to the Captain’s office while he was mid bathroom break and he had zipped up his pants as quickly as he could, almost tripping over his own feet trying to exit the bathroom and your baby had blocked the door. Iharu scratched his head, perspiring a little at the sight of what looked like a scowl, before finally trying to appease the kid.

“Um. Hey buddy. Hey little man. Mind moving out of the way for me?”

He didn’t budge. He simply pointed to the sink. “Wash.” He demanded.

Iharu lifted an eyebrow and turned to peer at the sink. Wash? He looked back at the kid, a puzzled look on his face. Did your kid expect him to help him wash his hands? He didn’t have time for this, the Captain needed him. 

“Uh, sorry friend, maybe your dad can help you. Is he around?”

And then came the infamous eye roll that he had seen you do a million times whenever Soshiro teased you. Iharu thought your kid did the eye roll better than you, he was infinitely more terrified now.

 “You. No. Wash. You. Wash. Now.”

Iharu almost peed his pants again as he realized what the kid was saying. He forgot to wash his hands. The kid was blockading the door all because he forgot to clean up after himself. Iharu shivered as he washed his hands, imagining the consequences if he’d done something worse than forgetting to wash his hands. Your kid was pretty damn frightening.

And it turned out that Soshiro was just around the corner, clutching his sides, chuckling to himself. When he saw Iharu stumble out of the restroom looking like he’d seen a ghost, Soshiro simply said, “Bet you won’t forget to do that again,” before wiping tears from his eyes and then patting his kid on the head to reward him for good behavior. 

Even Kaguragi, big and strong as he was, fell victim to the mini-you. Your son had wandered into the training room where Kaguragi was lifting weights and for a minute, he just watched him. It was enough to get Kaguragi sweating, but if anyone asked, he could blame it on the workout. Then your kid strolled over to him and pointed to the weights, saying “More.”

So Kaguragi added another weight to his set, though unsure why he was listening to a child. He did a couple reps before your kid, again, repeated “More.” He wanted to tell your kid that he was being ridiculous, that he was already lifting way more than he usually did, but one look at his face froze him in place. He nodded his head compliantly. “More it is, little guy.” And he kept adding more and more, at your kid’s instruction, until he was about to collapse. Soshiro laughed so hard he had to run to the bathroom, where he ran into Iharu again, gave him shit about washing his hands again, and then relieved himself. 

The women were not immune to your son’s cold stare either, as proven by Shinomiya’s standoff with him. She had heard the rumors and she had scoffed at them, saying it was ridiculous for anyone to be afraid of a child and that they should be sorry to call themselves Defense Force officers. She had even marched around the base, looking for the child, so she could prove her grit. She found Soshiro holding his hand as they went for a walk and she knelt down to take a look at the little guy. 

“Aww, hi cutie! Are you taking a walk with your daddy? Everyone says you’re so scary, but you’re just a little sweetie pie, aren’t you?” 

His icy gaze pierced her soul as he spoke, “Where’s your daddy? No daddy?”

Shinomiya ran away crying. 

You did apologize to Shinomiya for the incident, setting down a large bouquet of her favorite flowers on her nightstand before leaving her to sulk in bed the rest of the day. And you were actually sorry for her, but unfortunately, you and Soshiro were also slightly amused. It was an entertaining notion that your son could take down even the great Shinomiya, and especially after she talked such a big game.

“What a tough guy you are, baby boy.” You kissed him on the head and he smiled the most darling smile. You returned home with him on your hip and Soshiro at your side. 

So now you were the unstoppable trio. And everyone knew it.

[elswing]

leaked scene of the Gil-Endil first meeting where elendil vents about misbehaving child #1 #2 and #3 while gil-galad's third eye starts to open. Oh your son got fed up with family bullshit, fucked off into the sunset and went no contact? huh i wonder what elrond's up to in imladris right now.

oh your other son fell in love with a southlander woman and started listening to doriathrin emo music when they broke up? she didn't happen to leave behind a moody teenage son with a bowlcut and a tendency to pinch forbidden evil artefacts, did she? no? well it could be worse buddy

oh you also have a daughter that's nice. her grief for her brother was manipulated by an ambitious figure of authority who set her onto a furious rampage of quippy remarks, treason and an unforgivably terrible taste in men? oh ok.

[noxturnalmoth]

°~Death becomes Us~° (discontinued)

warnings: suggestive jokes, kay why ess jokes, overall meme-ism, college shit, scara x f!reader

After a hard youth of commiting crimes and going to juvi to have a place to live, you finally decide to take your future in your own hands and make it into something you can be proud of. College is the beginning of your path to a new life, and it would be going great...if the son of the head of the local police wasn't hanging out with your friends.

Groups -

Law and Order - Hawkbringers

Intro

Act 1 - Fuck it we Ball

Chapter 1: Music makes you lose control

Chapter 2: Chief of Police

Chapter 3: Study buddies

Chapter 4: Free brazilian

Chapter 5: Tutoring sessions

Chapter 6: In da clurb we all fam

Chapter 7: Tresspass core

Chapter 8: Bowlcut wearing twink manlet

Act 2 - We ain't ballin no' mo'

Extras

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[thesims2psp]

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥🔥 this strain is called "Division 47" you'll be zonked out of your gourd 💯💯💯

me: whatever man. i don't feel shit

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw a guy with a bowlcut steal an alien baby

my buddy duncan pacing: doctor newlow is lying to us

[autistic-bowlcut-swag]

Autistic Bowlcut Swag Poll

Does your favorite blorbo have autism? A bowl cut? AUTISM AND A BOWLCUT? Buddy I have just the poll for you. Some of my favorite characters have autism and a bowl cut so I thought it would be funny. Will there be enough entries for a whole bracket? Probably not. Is this poll too funny not to do? Absolutely. You can submit characters here.

Rules:

-No real people. Sorry but they have to be fictional. Ocs are allowed because I love seeing peoples Oc’s.

-Character must have a bowl cut(-ish). Honestly I’m gonna be pretty lax with this rule considering bowl cuts look different for different hair types, and some characters may be animals/bald but still have the vibe of a bowl cut. As long as they have bowl cut energy, I will allow it. (Also if I think it’s funny I’ll allow it).

-Characters must be autistic. They don’t have to be canonically autistic as long as they are autistic to you.

-Please do not do anything crazy like submitting the same character a million times or rigging the polls with bots or something. This is just supposed to be light hearted and fun! Please be kind!!

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe9dFFOj6c7zj9XLgS5LFJpGTPV4PhbW0p3aPieaslugCJbBw/viewform?usp=sf_link

Also I’m tagging some cool polls B)

@mfshipbracket @autismswagsummit @girlbosstourney @doomed-bythe-narrative @adhdxautismshiptournament @catholic-character-tournament @fireguy-tournament @4thwallbreakersshowdown @super-shapeshifter-showdown

[acorn-alnst]

Bowlcut buddies

@white-dress-dyed-red

I dont have a bowl cut

[floatingonalowvibe]

chapter two - part two

"ok Barnaby, I have just one question." My dad started. I saw the annoyed look on Bernards face. "Where the have are we?!"

"First, it's Bernard, and second, you're at the north pole."

" And why exactly am I at the north pole?"

"Because the last Santa fell off the roof, and you put on the suit, and you are now Santa. Did you not read card?" He said, placing his hands on his hips.

My dad looked bewildered. He opened his mouth trying to find words. "I am not Santa claus! Look, I've had a long night, and my back hurts. Have you ever tried to fit a kayak down a chimney? I just wanna go home."

As he said that, I looked around as some of the surrounding elves looked at him with hints of sadness in their eyes.

"I don't think you should say things like that, dad." I said, looking at him.

"Not right now d/n" he said, not even looking at me.

I pursed my lips, really pissed at him.

"That's not my name...." I said under my breath.

"What is your name?" Bernard asked, directing it towards me. I saw Scott try to but in and answer for us, but before he could, I spoke out.

"My name's m/n, and this is Charlie.....where did he go??" I said, looking around me, trying to find him. I looked until I saw him over by what looked like animal stables, petting the reindeer. When I turned back around Bernard was still there, waiting for me.

"Nice to meet you, m/n." He said with a smile, reaching his hand out to shake mine. I took his hand, going it a firm shake.

" You too, Bernard."

He nodded, then turning back to Scott.

"Great, not that we're all introduced, can you please tell me how I can get home?!" I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was getting annoyed and mad. I knew that tone of voice all too well. The feeling of dread started to build up in the back of my throat, as it usually does when he gets like this.

"Like I have told you, the old Santa fell off the roof, you read the card, you put on the suit, so now you are Santa." Bernard said, obviously annoyed at this point. He looked like he's had a really long night. I feel bad for him.

"Hey! Look, it's not my fault that that other guy fell off my roof, it was an accident. And I've got homeowners insurance and a great lawyer, not as good as my ex wife's, but let's not open up that wound." I sighed, remebering the long days in court. I wish those days never happened. But if they didn't, their relationship would've gotten really toxic.

We watched as Bernard turned on his heel, walking the other way. We both followed him.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked, walking into a hallway lines with these huge ass candy canes. I did the whole look up at the ceiling while walking thing, still in awe at everything.

"Im thirsty and hungry!" Charlie said, announcing his presence.

"Hey bud," I said, ruffling his bowlcut "I guess I could go for something too." I said.

"Hey, where were you?" Scott asked. "I was petting comet." He said, matter of factly.

Scott rolled his eyes.

"Well hiya sport." Bernard said "You must be Charlie."

"Mhm!" Charlie said. He then turned to Scott, " dad! He called me sport, just like you do!"

"Thats great buddy." He responded with zero enthusiasm.

"Hey, you know what, I got something for you " Bernard said, reaching into his satchel he had with a grin. "Hold out your hand, ok?" As Charlie held out his hand, I watched as Bernard pulled out a beautiful snow globe.

"Now be careful, it's old, just like me." I gave his joke a little laugh. Bernard glanced up at me, giving me a sly smile. I like his smile. It was nice.

As Bernard placed the globe In Charlie's hand, Charlie let out a gasp. A smile took over his face.

"Shake it up Charlie."

Charlie did as he said, and we both watched as the fake snow flurried around. And to our amazement, a little model of our house showed up. My eyes widened.

I look up at Bernard, and he was looking at me. I looked back at him, giving him a smile. He returned one, matching my energy.

"Why don't you hold onto that, it might come In handy."

"Thanks!!" Charlie looked like he could just explode from happiness. My respect for Bernard began to grow. He seemed like a really nice guy, and he was cool.

"Hey, Larry!" Bernard shouted to someone behind us, and I turned around to see who it was. "How about you take Charlie to his room!"

"No, no Larry don't do that!" Dad called out to them, but they were already gone.

"M/n, why don't you follow me to your room."

Before I could even nod my head, I felt Scott grab my shoulders and pull me back. "Uh-uh. She's not going anywhere. Not with you." I closed my eyes. I really dont like it when he does stuff like this.

"𝘏𝘦 will be just fine. " Bernard said putting his hand out. I smiled thankfully at him. I felt my heart swell with a feeling I couldn't quite describe. I pulled myself away from Scott's grip, grabbing Bernard's hand.

His hand was big compared to mine. It was rough, but soft. He held my hand with a firm but gentle grasp.

"So you're just going to leave me?" I heard Scott yell behind us.

" Judy 'll come and get you!" Bernard yelled back.

We walked down many halls, each as extravagant as the last. He both walked in silence, until he spoke.

" I'm sorry your dad does that." He spoke softly.

I was confused for a second

"does what?" I asked.

"Calls you the wrong name and pronouns. That's not very nice of him." I took a moment to think about what he said. No one has ever really apologized to me about that. I've always just delt with it myself.

I studered for a second, trying to figure out what to say.

"T-thank you.." I finally spit out.

Once we reached what I assumed to be my room, he let go of my hand, leaving them cold from the sudden lack of warmth. He opened the door, and I just stood there. The room was perfect. Fairy lights danced around the ceiling, a bed tucked into the corner with the most comfortable looking blankets, a fire place roaring.

"Holy shit!" I said, which I have thought all night, but this is the first time I have actually said it.

"Hey, language. We don't want any of the young elves to hear that." He said, not even sounding annoyed or mad about it, just informative.

"My bad, sorry." I said.

I took a step into the room, taking in the smell of fire and wood.

"If you need anything, I'll be down the hall to the left. Good night m/n, sleep well."

"Goodnight Bernard," I said, watching him walk off and close the door.

On the bed, I saw what looked to be flannel pants. I felt them, and they seemed comfortable. I quickly slipped off the pants I was wearing and put them on.

By the time I slipped into the bed, I was already half asleep. Tonight had been long, even if it was all a dream. As I fell asleep, the smell of peppermint and cinnamon lingered in my nose. It was a pleasant smell.

A/n : I didnt feel like writing the entire scene so I just kinda did this.

[mold-dad]

Ever think about Dante and his stupid lil outgrown bowlcut? Cuz I do. And it pisses me off why are your bangs like that buddy

[eshithepetty]

I love terumob. They're so funny. Name another dynamic in which:

They start off by one of them beating the shit out of the other and strangling them to unconciousness. Despite this, the one who wins, by wide margin even, is actually the one who got strangled, because it just so happens that he has an all powerful eldritch entity locked inside him that tears everything to pieces and flings the other into the stratosphere in response. Y'know, as one does

The next time they meet, they acknowledge none of this, and instead immediately act buddy buddy to save the strangled kid's emo brother from a terrorist organisation.

And oh yeah, the terrorist organisation is a thing now. Apparently the one who got flung to the stratosphere, the blond one, knows them because they've been targetting him? And he just lives alone?? At 14??? Where are his parents

Which is to say, not surprising that this middle schooler is perfectly ready to torture a grown man, actually. If you think about it a little bit.

And its funny because the one who got strangled, bowl cut guy, is like, real moral right? Like thats his whole thing - he just really wants to be a good person, and he wants others to be good people as well. And yet, here he is, perfectly content to hang out with someone who doesnt even blink at potentially murdering a guy.

The murdering torturing middle schooler is also a delinquent leader and a popular kid btw, did you know. Well, he was at least, until he went dramatic in the opposite direction and now dresses like if a claires waste bin and a haystack had a baby. And bowl cut is decidedly, Not any of that. He's the most normal guy ever actually.

They literally couldn't be further from each other in personality.

How are they friends.

They make no sense <3

And yet maybe they make sense after all because bowlcut wants to be better, and because of him, haystack also wants to be better. Maybe they both see each other for what they could never be. Maybe they both see in each other the best versions of them. Maybe it's the self recognition through the horribly, extremely other. Maybe it's the easy acceptance. Maybe it's the self growth.

Maybe they make sense after all.

But in the end, over all this mushy shit, it's just extremely funny, that the world's most arrogant, immoral and prideful middle schooler, with fancy hair and neat clothes and many girlfriends and flourishing prospects can get literally sent through the clouds One time by an autistic kid in a bowlcut and immediately decide to turn his whole life around, centering on the axis of this one average, not-average boy - adopting his philosophy, ruining his wardrobe, abandoning his heterosexuality, while underneath it remaining still the boy with no parents and no intrinsic morals and no real humble bone in his body. Because if he's not the best, he's gotta be the best at aknowledging he's not the best. And he's so funny.

They're silly.

And i love them.

[nourtarts]

Bowlcut buddies

[pufferish-of-peace]

GUYS. The hermits raised mumbo hc is beautiful and amazing in every way

so

what about

The oldest hermits showing off pics of baby mumbo to every new member??

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Tango: oh and this was his birthday!! He was so excited for it he even built himself little presents<3

Xisuma: aww this was taken when he brought his buddy Jumbo over, they had sm fun :)

Bdubs: Ah the first time he ate redstone! I was teaching him how to use repeaters and then he BIT OFF a torch! If you squint you can see Impulse running towards us in the background, he watched the whole thing go down and scolded me for a good twenty minutes

while Mumbo is literally dying of embarrassment because they should ALL BURN THOSE PICTURES OF HIM WITH A BOWLCUT WHAT THE FU

[yuumori]

nichiiko replied to your post “I compiled a mental list of my favourite characters. Very predictably,...”

this is so... very honestly relatable

i’m glad you understand chi ( ´ﾉω･`)

[akamikazae]

Chapter 27: Cedar-wood, Spars and Karaoke Bars: Part II Kakashi x Akami word count: 5.2k warnings: nsfw (minors dni 18+), mentions of trauma, ptsd

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By Wednesday Akami had drunk every drop of alcohol in the house. Not that it was much a six pack of beer and half a bottle of cooking wine (Which wasn’t half as bad as she thought it would be) She was still uneasy about leaving Kakashi high and dry… or rather alone and wet. 

Since essentially starting her life over after taking in Sasuke she’d just seen more and more of him… literally.  

He wasn’t anything more than her bestfriend… who you very frequently fuck .  

Which was perfectly fine, that’s what they wordlessly agreed on. It was weird until it felt right. And it did, it felt right. It just made sense, she had always been comfortable with him, even when they couldn’t stand each other. So when she became suddenly uncomfortable she didn’t know what else to do, but she clearly made the wrong choice… 

Akami audibly groaned, ignoring the group of elderly women in the market staring at her. 

She didn’t want anything more, she doubted Kakashi was emotionally capable of it, she certainly wasn’t. Not when her heart was still smooshed at the bottom of the ravine. And what was left of it was reserved for Sasuke… Sage knows he needs it.

But sometimes when Kakashi kissed her or looked at her a certain way it made her feel seen, like she was whole again. And Akami didn’t like it. 

She didn't want him thinking that she had any expectations… BECAUSE I DON’T. 

“A-kami!!!”

Akami instinctively reached for the carrots in her grocery basket, gripping it like a kunai. She was embarrassed to not recognize his booming voice sooner. 

“Just the kunoichi I was looking for!” Gai said, placing his hands over his hips. “What are you up to this friday? We’re putting together a little something for Asuma’s birthday!” 

Akami never wanted to like Gai, the first time she met him she was about 9. Gai was hassling Kakashi about some ludacris challenge. His voice was grating and his hair was stupid. She didn’t blame Kakashi for blowing him off. But Gai had always been unabashedly himself, something Akami envined at the time. Yet it was that very same reason she came to love him. 

He had a way of just letting himself into people’s hearts. 

“Public gatherings aren’t really my thing.” She said tossing cherry tomatoes in her basket, Sasuke gobbled them up like they were candy. 

“Yes! But sake is!” Gai continued to walk with her through the market. “We’re having it over at Dim-Song , the new Karaoke bar in the Hot Springs district next to Amaguriama. ”   

Akami leaned her head to the side in thought, “I don’t know bowlcut, I haven’t really left Sasuke home on his own.” 

“Then all the more reason!” He said, “We’ll never be young like this again.”

Akami dumped a bottle of Shōchū in the basket. She hadn’t really had a break since Sasuke came to live with her—Kashi time aside—and she still felt like shit about what happened with him, maybe it’d be nice to get out for a bit. 

“I haven’t seen you around much despite your Anbu retirement and I could use a drinking buddy, you are the only one that can keep up afterall.” He smiled, “Aoba ruined the surprise already, but we'll all be there around 7 if you change your mind.” He gave her a brief salute and practically skipped out of the market. 

Akami sighed, she hated not being able to say no to him…or an open bar.  

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