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akamikazae · 2 years ago

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Oh my god! I’ve read this through five times! I love it so much.

Sasuke and Kakashi bickering cracked me up! Him being his cheeky lil self and thinking he got one over on Kakashi, and then Kakashi letting him believe it!

They are so adorable and Omg, the literal face palm ‘what does she see in you’ killed me! Their relationship is so lovely, I love when kakashi can see himself reflected in sasuke in so many ways, more than just being a prodigy. And little sasuke getting excited to learn a Justu (and set a plan for it, no ‘next time’) it’s so bittersweet that he wanted it to be one outside the clan too <3

lol the coffee was a wonderful touch!😊.

‘With no hesitation and no remorse she laid his own insecurities in front of him and worst of all she did it with a smile.’

‘I don’t celebrate Valentine's day.” she continued to argue, though her voice was too tender to hold any real weight in the words she said.’

This is 100% Akami in a nutshell! You wrote her (like she’s yours lol!) and their little teasing tender dynamic so so well! I could totally see her in all of this! she won’t admit it to his face but she low-key loves that’s he’s dorky and cheesy and also yes she hates it when he wears his mask when it’s just them!

Also the cooking! I love love love when people show their love through food, especially when that someone is kakashi!

Ughhhakchcujkdh!!!!

If I keep going I will end up repeating every line back to you, but thank you thank you! I love this so much and after I share this will probably read it again for a 6th time!

So thank you once again! 🥰

This is an exchange fic for @akamikazae for the Beautiful server we’re in together 🥰🥰🥰 I saw an opportunity to have some Kakashi and Sasuke bonding (in their own special way) and jumped at it, but of course I couldn’t miss a chance to include a beautiful OC for Kakashi to love. I hope I did them justice 💜💜💜

Thank you to @lemony-snickers for being a beta reader for this fic 💜💜💜

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/OFC

Words: 2944

Two hours and twenty-three minutes.

That was how long Kakashi had to pick up groceries, get to Akami’s place, make dinner, and set everything up before she was due to return home. He’d taken every precaution to ensure he wasn’t a second late with his preparations, even forgoing a visit to Rin and Obito so that he could ensure he wasn’t late.

Today was not a day he could be late, but as always Kakashi was faced with the fact that the world hated him and wanted him to fail in everything he did.

Even making a nice dinner for his girlfriend, without hindrance, seemed too much to ask judging by the three-block lineup that led to the grocery store.

“Come on,” leaning a little to his left, he peered down the seemingly endless lineup. “Since when do people line up for the grocery store?”

A new restaurant he could understand, or a brand new spa. There were always lineups into the spas, even the older ones that had been around since the village was founded.

A grocery store, though. There was nothing he could think of that would explain people lining up and waiting for three blocks just to get into a grocery store.

“It’s valentine's day,” He’d sensed Sasuke’s presence nearby, but he hadn’t thought the kid would approach him so it was a little surprising to hear his voice directly beside him. A surprise that must have been evident in his expression, judging by the smug laugh Sasuke gave him. “For a Jonin you’re bad at noticing your surroundings.”

He could argue that fact, but there was no point. Sasuke didn’t know half of the things he did, and if the kid wanted to feel like he’d accomplished something by sneaking up on a Jonin, Kakashi would let him. There was no harm in letting the kid have a moment of triumph.

“Valentine's day?” He repeated, struck suddenly by a horrible realization. “You mean…”

Slapping a hand over his eyes, Sasuke groaned. “What does she see in you?”

A question Kakashi asked himself every day. There was no doubt in his mind that Akami was way out of his league, but every day she chose to be with him.

A small blessing the universe granted him after a lifetime of loss and one that could be snatched away from him at any moment just like everything else he loved had been.

“So,” peering down the line once more, he sifted through his options. Waiting was possible but judging by the time it had taken him to move two feet it would result in a very late dinner. Only one option could get him back to Akami’s in time to cook and set everything up, but he was going to need Sasuke’s help to make it work. “Any chance you’d help a guy out.”

“Doing what?” The kid scuffed.

“No one in this line is going to get mad at a twelve-year-old cutting in line,” if they did everyone else in the lineup would shame them for it. “So if I give you some Ryo you could head to the front of the line and slip in before everyone else.”

An odd sense of familiarity washed over him when Sasuke placed a hand against his hip and glared at him with an intensity that only a stubborn kid could radiate but Kakashi chose to ignore it just as he ignored many things in his life. “You want me to do your shopping for you?”

“It would help me get home quicker,” he explained, cringing at the slight desperation he heard in his voice. “You wouldn’t want me to be late with dinner, would you? How would Akami feel about coming home after a long day of work and having to wait for a nice home-cooked meal?”

Sasuke simply rolled his eyes. “Alright,” he extended a hand towards Kakashi and smirked when money was placed into it. “But only on one condition.”

Kakashi scolded himself for not seeing this. It only made sense that Sasuke would want something in return. When he was a kid he’d done the same thing to Minato-Sensei after being asked to pick up some flowers from the Yamanaka flower shop for Kushina.

“What is it?”

“Teach me a new jutsu.”

Kakashi stared at the kid, processing what he had just heard before narrowing his eyes into a glare. “Aren’t you still in the Acadamy?”

“I am,” Sasuke confirmed with a shrug of his shoulders. “But I’m already ahead of the rest of my class. There’s nothing Iruka-Sensei can teach me.”

That was a lie. While Iruka may have only been a chunin he still had a wealth of knowledge that he didn’t share with his classes. The jutsu was considered too advanced for the academy students and Iruka wasn’t a man who made a habit out of teaching his kids anything outside of the assigned curriculum.

Kakashi knew Sasuke’s plight though. To be a prodigy meant that Sasuke would always feel like he was being held back by the rest of the class. He was unable to advance until he finally graduated and took on the rank of genin.

“One jutsu,” he agreed, holding a single finger for emphasis. “What style?”

Sasuke’s eyes widened for a second, but he swiftly got his emotions under control and returned to his regular unimpressed expression. “I’ve only learned fire jutsu to date.”

“Then we should stick to fire jutsus,” Kakashi decided. It would just earn Sasuke more unnecessary praise if he were to teach him another style before he became a genin. “I can think of a few you might like.”

“One that’s not an Uchiha jutsu, preferably,” the kid insisted, holding out a hand toward Kakashi. Placing the small list of groceries he’d written for himself into Sasuke’s palm, he watched as the kid closed his fingers around it and swiftly as he turned his back to him. “Though, you wouldn’t know those anyways.”

Holding his tongue, Kakashi watched as Sasuke made his way toward the front of the line. It wouldn’t do him any good to correct the kid, and it wasn’t as though he knew about the Sharingan that Obito had gifted him or the fact that he’d learned some of the Uchiha’s fire-style techniques while working alongside Obito and Itachi.

That information wouldn’t do Sasuke any good anyways, so there was no point in providing him with it at this time. Instead, he’d take the time Sasuke was gone to think of just which jutsu he was going to teach the kid.

“One Akami won’t get mad at me over,” he grumbled to himself as he took a step out of line and allowed the person behind him to claim his spot. “But which one?”

There were more than a few he could choose from.

Mission accomplished.

Not even five minutes after he’d left Kakashi’s side, Sasuke returned with a bag in hand and a sour look on his face. “Never ask me to do that again,” he insisted, holding the bag out towards Kakashi. “The place was crowded.”

Unsurprising given the lineup Kakashi had found himself stuck in.

Peering into the bag, he smiled when he saw all of the things he’d asked Sasuke to retrieve plus an intriguing-looking bag of coffee with a snake smack in the center of the bag, A perfect gift for Akami. A little gift he was certain she’d love. After all, If there was one person in all of Konoha who understood Akami better than him, it was Sasuke.

“This is perfect,” not only did he have everything he needed, but he still had over two hours to get himself to Akami’s house and prepare everything. “Thank you.”

He tried his best to smile, a small sign of his appreciation for Sasuke’s help, but judging by the way the kid took a step back and cringed he was willing to guess it hadn’t turned out as warm as he was trying.

“That’s weird,” Sasuke grunted. “You’re weird.”

“Well, you’re stuck with weird,” closing the bag, he gripped it in his left hand and held it off to his side. “Now, would you like me to make enough for three tonight?”

Most days Sasuke would join them for dinner. It was something Kakashi had to get used to at first, but these days he almost felt like they were missing something on the rare night when Sasuke would stay out late training or hide away in his bedroom.

“No,” turning his back to Kakashi, the kid sighed. “I see you two being cuddly enough most days. It’ll be three times worse tonight.”

That wasn’t particularly true considering neither Kakashi nor Akami was the ‘cute cuddly’ type of couple, but he decided not to correct Sasuke this time. A night for just the two of them sounded nice.

“In that case, I’ll meet you after you finish class tomorrow if I don’t have a mission,” that last part he had little to no control over. If Lord Third wanted to send him away on a mission he’d simply have to accept it and chose another day to train with Sasuke. “I think I have the perfect Jutsu picked out for you.”

A chunin-level fire-style jutsu that he was certain Sasuke would have no problem learning. Anyone else would struggle with it, but Sasuke was a prodigy of his generation. There was little doubt in his mind that the kid would be able to learn it easily enough, and if he needed support and guidance Kakashi would be there.

He’d be a terrible teacher if he didn’t at least make sure he learned the jutsu properly.

“Tomorrow then,” Sasuke agreed. “Good luck tonight.”

With that, he was gone. Kakashi could still sense him easily enough, but anyone genin level or lower would think he’d disappeared into thin air. Another example of his skill.

“Tomorrow,” Kakashi spoke to himself, glancing down at the bag that hung from his hand. “For now, I have some food to cook.”

With two minutes left on the clock, Kakashi turned off Akami’s stove and set the pot off to the side to cool. The sweet smell of Mapo tofu filled the kitchen, and the onigiri he’d worked on for just over an hour molding into perfect little triangles sat in the center of the dinner table.

He’d even managed to set up the table so that Akami’s new bag of coffee was sitting in front of her seat waiting to be noticed.

All he had to do now was wait.

The sound of the door sliding open echoed through the air at that moment, alerting him to Akami’s arrival. One minute early, but he wasn’t about to complain. “Kakashi?” her voice called out to him. “Are you here?”

“I am,” he confirmed without hesitation, knowing all too well that any seasoned shinobi would reach for their Kunai if they didn’t hear a familiar voice right away. “How was your day?”

Shoes clattered to the floor and in just a few seconds Akami appeared in the doorway. An exhausted look in her eyes seemed to disappear as soon as she saw the meal waiting for her.

“What is this?” she propped herself up against the side jam and watched him with curious eyes. “You don’t usually cook.”

“I don’t usually have time to cook,” he defended himself. “But today is special. I wanted to surprise you.”

Perhaps he’d read too many of those cheesy romances his friends teased him about. The ones where the man would cook up a brilliant meal to show his lover just how much he cared, with all of their favorite foods and candlelight to add a little bit of romantic flare.

Maybe it was just because he was feeling lonely. The two of them hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time together in the last month because of back-to-back missions Lord Third had been sending him on and now that he had an opportunity to make up for that he was determined to do so.

“A surprise?” a smile tugged at the edges of her lips. “Is this just because? Or did you feel obligated to do something for Valentine's day?”

“A bit of both,” he admitted. “Actually, I’d forgotten all about Valentine's day until a certain overprotective Uchiha reminded me this afternoon.”

Akami rolled her eyes. “Did he call you names again?”

“Not this time. He’s just struggling to understand why you would want to date someone like me.”

“And let me guess,” straightening herself up, she slipped a hand behind her neck and pulled her long black hair forward so that it draped over her shoulder. “You’re wondering that too?”

She’d read him like a genin-level book. With no hesitation and no remorse she’d laid his own insecurities in front of him, and worst of all she did it with a smile. Not just any smile either.

That smile.

The one that shone in her eyes so bright that he was certain he’d be blinded by it and left him feeling weak in the knees.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” she asked with a mischievous smirk.

“You know what you’re doing,” stopping directly in front of him, she lifted a hand and gently placed it over his chest. “I made you dinner.”

“You did,” she agreed. “And it smells delicious.”

“So you should stop teasing me.” It was a hopeless cause. He knew it was a hopeless cause but he had to put his foot down or Akami would get bored. She enjoyed a challenge and there were few people in the village willing or capable of giving her that challenge. Partially because of her cunning and sharp personality, and partially because no one really knew how to deal with someone who’d been trained by Danzo as a root operative.

Kakashi knew, though. He’d known Tenzo since they were kids and while he had a vastly different personality from Akami their training was the same. They knew how to toy with people and how to read them.

There was almost nothing that could get past them. Even Kakashi, with all of his genius, was easy for them to read. They may not have been allowed to foster their own emotions but they’d learned well how to read and use the emotions of others against them.

“Hmmm, perhaps I should,” reaching out toward him, she gently laid her hand against his cheek. The warmth of her skin invited him to relax and unwind. “You didn’t need to make me dinner.”

“I wanted to.”

“I don’t celebrate Valentine's day.” she continued to argue, though her voice was too tender to hold any real weight in the words she said.

“Then it’s not Valentine's day,” he fired back, fully willing to play along with her. “Dinner is a treat because you deserve it. The sweets are a gift from me and Sasuke because you’ve worked hard and even the great Akami needs to spoil herself once in a while.”

Her hand dropped from his face and came down to settle over her mouth, just barely covering the smile that now stretched across her lips. “The great Akami?” she repeated, chuckling a little as the words reached her ears. “Were you bitten by one of those romance books of yours? You’re not usually this cheesy.”

“Perhaps,” he shrugged his shoulders and took a step back, waving a hand out towards the dinner table. “You’re not going to dump me because I’m a little cheesy, are you?”

Akami rolled her eyes. “I think I can forgive your cheesiness,” she fired back without hesitation. “As long as you keep making those delicious-smelling meals.”

“Is that all I’m good for?”

“No,” closing the distance between them once more, she laid a hand over his chest. “You’re good for a lot of things, Hatake Kakashi.”

A shiver ran down his spine. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t say my full name,” he clarified. “Everyone gets something from their parents, even if they don’t like them, and you…well.”

The smile dropped off her face. “If you say it I’m walking out the door right now and you’re eating dinner alone.”

Kakashi wasn’t an idiot. He could tell that she was serious about her threat and he’d put too much effort into making the perfect dinner to risk her walking away angry. So, he swallowed his words and wrapped both arms around her waist instead.

“Mmmm, good choice,” Akami reached up and poked his nose. “Oh, and there’s just one more thing.”

“The mask?”

“The mask,” she confirmed. “There’s no one here but me to see that handsome face of yours.”

Handsome. The word felt wrong when he heard it, even if it was said with that pretty voice. He refrained from wincing, but there was no doubt in his mind that Akami had seen the pained look in his eyes.

The fact that she didn’t immediately tease him about it was a gift. One he wasn’t about to let go to waste. So, without any further hesitation, he reached up, tucked a finger under the top of his mask, and pulled the cloth down off of his face. Exposing himself to one of the only people in the world to whom he was comfortable showing his face too.

“There it is,” her lips stretched across her face into a brilliant smile, and her hand settled against his cheek once more, the cold feeling of her skin easing the warmth that had built up in his face from wearing his mask all day. “Just as handsome as I remember it.”

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