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(Y\n - is called Aruu in this ff as it's a fan made request)

They fall asleep on the couch without meaning to. It isn’t dramatic—no big goodbye to the night, no last line delivered like a confession. Just Aruu slowly going slack against him, the fight leaving her shoulders one breath at a time, and Kakashi staying still because moving would wake her and waking her would mean talking. The lamp stays on low. The dinner sits untouched, cooling into silence. Kakashi keeps one arm around her like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and hates—quietly—how natural it feels. When her breathing evens out, he tells himself he should move her to the safe room. He should be responsible. He should be disciplined. But Aruu’s cheek is pressed to his chest like she chose this spot on purpose. Like she decided, without asking, that this is where she belongs. And Kakashi—who has spent years surviving by not letting anyone close enough to matter—stays right there. He dozes, too. Not deeply. Not the way civilians sleep. But enough that when morning comes, it finds them tangled in the same blankets, the same warmth, the same quiet.

8:00 AM Sunlight slips into the room thinly, filtered by curtains and caution. Aruu wakes first. She doesn’t move right away—just blinks, slow, listening to the house like she’s checking if the world is safe before she remembers she’s allowed to be soft. Kakashi is still asleep. Or close to it. His mask is on—because of course it is—but his arm is around her, firm even in sleep, hand resting at her shoulder like an anchor. His hair is messier than usual, and there’s something unfair about seeing him like this: quiet, unguarded, almost peaceful. Aruu’s heart does that stupid thing again—tightening like it’s too full. She shifts carefully, turning just enough to look up at him. And because she’s Aruu—because she can’t keep anything gentle in her chest without letting it spill out—she whispers: “Kashi…” His eye doesn’t open, but his grip tightens slightly, as if he heard her anyway. Aruu swallows. “A proper one,” she murmurs, voice shy and bold at the same time. “Just one…?” Kakashi’s eye opens. Just one. He looks at her for a long moment like he’s scanning for traps, except the trap is her face and the way she’s asking like she’s trying not to ask too much. His voice is low, rough with sleep. “You’re negotiating again.” Aruu pouts a little, but it’s softer than her usual mischief. “I’m asking.” Kakashi exhales—slow, careful—like he’s deciding which part of himself he can afford to offer. Then he lifts his hand, pauses, and speaks quietly: “Permission?” Aruu’s throat bobs. She nods once, earnest. “Yes.” Kakashi’s fingers hook the edge of his mask. There’s a second where he hesitates—not from teasing, not from fear of her, but from the weight of what it means to be seen. Then he lowers it. Aruu’s breath catches like it’s the first time all over again. Kakashi leans in. The kiss is slower this time. More certain. Still gentle, still controlled, but with a depth that makes Aruu’s whole body go warm, like she’s been waiting for him to stop holding the world at arm’s length. And for a moment, he does. It starts as “just one.” It doesn’t stay that way. Kakashi’s hand slides into her hair, steadying her—not pressing, not demanding—just holding her like he’s choosing her again. Aruu clutches his shirt like she’s afraid he’ll change his mind mid-breath. His mouth brushes her cheek, her temple, the corner of her jaw—soft, reverent touches that make her feel both treasured and undone. Aruu whispers his name like a promise. Kakashi’s breath stutters once—tiny, honest—and then his voice drops into something too quiet to be anything but real: “…Inside,” he murmurs, as if reminding himself of his own rules. “You’re safe.” Aruu nods, eyes half-closed. “I know.” The morning softens into something private, something that doesn’t belong to the outside world at all— And then it goes deeper too fast, like neither of them knows how to stop once they’ve finally started. Kakashi presses his forehead to hers for a second, breathing like he’s trying to steady himself. “Aruu,” he whispers—half warning, half permission, half surrender. Aruu answers with a small sound that isn’t words. And the rest— The rest is theirs. Fade to black.

2:20 PM Time returns in pieces. Aruu wakes slowly, heavy-limbed, warm in the way that makes the sunlight feel too bright and the air feel too soft. She realizes she’s wrapped up in blankets. Only blankets. Curled into Kakashi’s side like she’s been placed there carefully and never moved again. For a while she doesn’t do anything except breathe and let her thoughts catch up. Her cheeks feel hot. Her chest feels full. Her body aches in a gentle, honest way—nothing frightening, nothing wrong, just the aftermath of being held too long and kissed too deeply and… more. Kakashi is still asleep beside her, turned slightly toward her, one arm draped across her waist as if even unconscious he refuses to let her drift away. Aruu stares at the line of his throat, the corner of his mouth, the faint shadow of exhaustion under his eye, and feels the reality of it sink in like warmth under skin: He chose me. Not as a fantasy. Not as a story. As a person in his home, in his arms, in his day. Aruu presses her face into the blanket to hide the stupid little smile that tries to happen. She’s still there, still letting it sink in, when Kakashi finally stirs. A slow inhale. A subtle shift of muscle. His eye opens halfway—alert even through sleep. He blinks once, taking in the scene: blankets on the couch, the dim lamp now fighting daylight, her curled against him, her hair everywhere, his mask— His mask is on again. Of course it is. Aruu’s heart tugs at that for a moment… and then she realizes something else: He put it back on after. Which means he woke up at least once. Which means he made a choice to stay gentle even after the part he doesn’t know how to talk about. Kakashi’s voice is low, faintly gravelly. “You okay?” Aruu nods, shy. “Mhm.” His gaze sharpens slightly, scanning her—too practiced not to. Then his eye softens by a fraction when he finds nothing wrong. “Good,” he murmurs. He shifts carefully, moving slow like he’s aware she might be sore. He pulls the blanket up around her a little more, tucking it like a habit—like patching a wound. Then he sits up. Aruu watches him, suddenly nervous, like she’s waiting for the regret she feared in the morning. Kakashi doesn’t give her regret. He gives her something else: responsibility. He runs a hand through his hair, exhales, and says the most Kakashi thing imaginable: “…Lunch.” Aruu stares. “Lunch?” Kakashi stands, stretching once, back and shoulders rolling like he’s resetting his body into functional. “You’re not going to stand for a bit,” he says, as if it’s a tactical assessment. Aruu’s face goes scarlet. “Hatake!” Kakashi’s eye crinkles, faint amusement hiding inside his usual calm. “I’m not wrong.” He moves toward the bedroom with quiet efficiency, grabbing his clothes. He dresses fast—too fast, like he’s trying not to think too hard about what just happened if he wants to keep breathing like a normal person. Aruu stays curled in the blankets, watching him with wide eyes, the warmth in her chest turning soft and sentimental. Kakashi comes back out wearing his usual dark clothes, vest in hand but not on yet—like he’s not leaving, not today, not right now. He pauses at the couch. Looks down at her. His voice is quieter than before. “Aruu.” She blinks up at him. “Yeah?” Kakashi hesitates, then reaches down and brushes his knuckles lightly against her hair—barely a touch, but deliberate. Not an accident. Not a reflex. A choice.

Kakashi looks away like he’s allergic to the feeling in the room. “Stay put. I’ll make something.” He turns toward the kitchen. Aruu, still bundled in blankets like a burrito.

Aruu smiles into the blankets so hard it almost hurts. Kakashi disappears into the kitchen, and the sounds start—water running, a pot set down, the quiet rhythm of him moving around like he belongs in this domestic space even if he pretends he doesn’t. Aruu lies there, warm and sore and safe, watching the ceiling and thinking: This is what “inside” feels like.

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Kakashi should’ve known something was wrong the moment the village felt… quiet.Too quiet.No one yelling. No random chaos. No Y/N.“…Suspicious.”He pushed open his door anyway.Silence.Living room—empty. Kitchen—untouched.He barely made it to the couch before dropping into it, book already open, posture relaxed like the world wasn’t plotting against him.Five minutes in, his eye got heavy.Ten minutes… and he was out.—Y/N had been waiting outside like a criminal with patience issues.“…Finally.”She slipped in, shut the door softly, and peeked around the corner.There he was. Dead asleep. Again.“Unbelievable,” she muttered, walking over. “You’d get kidnapped so easily.”No response.She crouched beside him, squinting.“…You look too peaceful. I don’t like that.”Marker out.Quick work.A tiny spiral near his temple. A line across his cheek. Nothing too obvious.Then she paused.“…No, we’re not done.”Lipstick.Because she lacked restraint and self-preservation.She leaned in, carefully drawing exaggerated lips over his mask, trying not to laugh—“…You’re concentrating way too hard for a criminal.”Y/N froze.His eye was open.Right there.Watching her.“…You weren’t asleep.”“I was,” he said calmly, “until you escalated.”She blinked.“…Escalated?”“Yes.”She bolted.—The chase started immediately.Kakashi didn’t rush. He never rushed. He just… followed.And somehow, that made it worse.Y/N vaulted over the back fence. He was already there when she landed.“How—”“Predictable,” he said, stepping aside just as she tried to swing past him.She clicked her tongue. “You’re annoying.”“You broke into my house.”“You leave it unlocked!”“That doesn’t make it an invitation.”“It literally does.”He almost smiled.Almost.—By the time they ended up in the backyard, she thought she had distance.Key word: thought.“…You’re not catching me today,” she called, backing up.Kakashi leaned casually near the side wall.“Is that so?”“Yeah. I’ve learned.”“Good.”She took one more step—Click.Her foot hit the string.And the world ended.A full bucket of ice-cold water dumped straight over her head.Dead silence.Drip.Drip.She stood there, frozen, blinking slowly like her soul just disconnected.Kakashi turned a page of his book.“…Revenge arc complete.”Y/N pushed her wet hair back, staring at him like she was calculating several crimes.“You planned this.”“You started it.”“You drew on my face first last week.”“That was tactical.”“That was childish.”“You’re childish.”“And yet,” he said calmly, “you walked into it.”She narrowed her eyes.“…I’m not done.”“I assumed.”—She disappeared for exactly seven minutes.Kakashi didn’t move.Didn’t even look up.“…Seven minutes,” he murmured.Rustle behind him.Too easy.He tilted his head just as she lunged, dodging effortlessly. She missed, stumbled, grabbed his vest to steady herself——and suddenly they were way too close.Pause.Very brief.Very noticeable.Y/N blinked first.“…Don’t read into that.”“I wasn’t,” he said, which was a lie.She shoved him lightly and stepped back.“Good.”—They ended up back inside like nothing happened.Wet footprints everywhere.Kakashi didn’t comment.He just sat down again, opening his book.Y/N flopped beside him, dripping slightly onto the couch.“…You’re ruining your own furniture.”“You’re ruining it.”“Same thing.”“…No.”She leaned over, peeking at the page.“Oh wow. Back to this again?”“It’s a good series.”“It’s trash.”

“You read over my shoulder every time.”“Because I need to confirm how bad your taste is.”“…You’ve never finished one.”“Because you never let me.”He didn’t reply.She reached.He moved the book.She leaned more.He lifted it higher.“…Kakashi.”“No.”“Kakashi.”“No.”She grabbed his wrist.He paused.“…You’re persistent.”“You’re annoying.”“Accurate.”She smirked and snatched the book.Victory.“Finally.”“…You’re not reading that out loud.”“Oh I absolutely am.”He sighed.Regret.Immediate.She cleared her throat dramatically.“‘I’ve been wanting to say this—’”“No.”“—‘for a long time—’”“Don’t.”“—‘I really—’”She stopped.Looked at him.Grinning.“Say it.”“…No.”“Say it.”“Absolutely not.”“Coward.”“…Give me the book.”“Say it first.”He stared at her.She stared back.Neither moving.“…You’re not letting this go, are you?”“Nope.”“…One line.”“Good.”He took the book back, glancing at the page like it personally offended him.Silence.Then—“…I really…”Pause.Y/N leaned in just slightly.“…go on.”He exhaled quietly.“…I really love you.”Stillness.Not loud. Not dramatic.Just… there.Y/N blinked.“…Wow.”“…That’s it?”“That was painful to listen to.”“It was painful to say.”She snorted, leaning back.“You’ll survive.”“…Barely.”—A beat passed.Then another.Neither of them acknowledged anything.Because that would require honesty.And that?Was clearly not happening today.—She stood up eventually, stretching.“I’m stealing this, by the way.”“You always do.”“You’ll get it back.”“You never return them on time.”“That’s a you problem.”“…You’re a problem.”She grinned.“Yet you keep letting me in.”He didn’t answer that.Didn’t need to.—At the door, she paused.Just slightly.“…Lock your door next time.”“No.”She glanced back.“…Why not?”Kakashi turned a page.“…You’ll just break in anyway.”A tiny smile.Barely there.She huffed.“Damn right.”And left.—Silence again.Kakashi sat there, book open, not reading.

The door didn’t stay closed for long.A soft creak.Kakashi didn’t look up immediately.He already knew.“…You forgot something?”Y/N just peeked her head in, eyes scanning the room like a suspicious cat.Pause.“…No.”Silence.His page didn’t turn.“…Then?”She leaned a little more into the doorway, squinting at the lock like it personally offended her.“…Just checking.”“Checking what.”“If you locked it.”He finally glanced up.“…Why would I.”She straightened, folding her arms with that I have a point and it’s dumb but I’m committed look.“Because what if someone breaks in?”“They already do.”“Rude.”“Accurate.”A beat.Then she tilted her head, a slow, evil grin creeping in.“…Don’t lock it.”“…I wasn’t planning to.”“Good.”She pointed at him like she was issuing a threat.“Because if you do—”He raised a brow.“I’m breaking in on your honeymoon.”Silence.Kakashi stared at her.Once.Twice.“…That’s very specific.”“Don’t test me.”“…With who.”She froze.Half a second.Too long.“…Irrelevant.”“…Is it.”She turned sharply, already backing away.“Anyway—”“No, no,” he closed his book, finally interested now, “you brought it up.”“I didn’t bring anything up.”“You just threatened to interrupt it.”“That’s called planning ahead.”“…For my life.”“For my entertainment.”He watched her, eye slightly narrowed, something amused sitting underneath.“…You’re unbelievable.”“And yet,” she shot back, already halfway out, “you don’t lock the door.”A pause.She leaned back in one last time, grin sharper now.“…Keep it that way, Hatake.”Then—Gone.The door clicked shut.Silence settled again.Kakashi stared at it for a moment.Then exhaled softly, picking his book back up.“…Troublesome.”A pause.“…Honeymoon.”He turned a page.“…Ridiculous.”

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7:30 a.m.The sun’s barely awake, but the warmth in the room already feels like it belongs to her. Sheets tangled, air heavy with the scent of sleep and something sweeter—maybe her shampoo, maybe her.Kakashi groans, voice still low and rough from sleep. “I was supposed to be at the training grounds three hours ago…”“Don’t care,” she mumbles, arms sliding tighter around him. Her leg hooks over his like she’s staking a claim. “They’ll live. You won’t if you move.”He tries to shift, but she buries her face against his neck, voice muffled and pleading, “Just five more minutes… or forever, whichever works.”A small laugh rumbles in his chest, lazy and quiet. “You’re impossible.”“So stay impossible with me,” she whispers, half-asleep, half-teasing. Her fingers toy with the hem of his sweatpants, tracing aimless circles against his skin.He sighs, the kind of sigh that sounds like surrender. “If Gai asks why I didn’t show up—”“Tell him you were busy living,” she interrupts, smiling against his shoulder.He finally gives in, one arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. The morning sun crawls across the room, spilling gold over them. Outside, the world’s impatient. Inside, time forgets how to move.7:31 a.m.The world outside is wide awake, but here, everything’s slow—soft. Kakashi’s half-draped in sunlight, hair messy, mask tossed somewhere on the nightstand. He blinks once, twice, trying to remember why he’s awake at all.Then her voice, quiet and sleepy, brushes against his skin.“Mmm... don’t leave yet.”She’s pressed against him, bare legs tangled with his, face buried in his chest. Her voice comes out in a little whine that makes him melt. “You’re already late, so... might as well be later.”He chuckles, low and deep, his thumb tracing lazy patterns on her thigh. “You trying to get me fired, sweetheart?”“You’re your own boss,” she murmurs, lifting her head just enough to look at him through half-lidded eyes. “Just say your alarm lost the will to live.”Kakashi can’t help it—he laughs, really laughs this time, that soft rumble that lives somewhere between a sigh and a secret. He leans forward, presses a kiss to her forehead, then another to her temple.“Training can wait,” he mutters, his lips ghosting over her skin.Her smile widens, smug and drowsy. “Good answer.”He rolls them over, burying his face in her neck, his breath warm. “You’re dangerous.”“And you love it,” she whispers, fingers sliding into his hair.The clock ticks on, ignored. Birds chirp somewhere far away. The rest of the world can have its schedule—this little pocket of morning belongs to them, wrapped in sun.

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The party was loud, crowded, and… utterly overwhelming. Y/N had been hoping Shizune would show, but of course, work had kept her away. Now, she was just another face in a sea of strangers, feeling more invisible with each passing minute.After a few hours of pretending to mingle, she decided it was time to leave. She slipped away to an empty room to change into something lighter—something breathable. The new top was gorgeous, backless with delicate chains—but as she twisted to pull it over her shoulders, her hair got tangled in the tiny chains. Great. Just great.She moved toward the door, hoping someone could help without her having to face the sea of strangers again. That’s when she saw him. A tall figure, standing just beyond the door, his posture calm but attentive. He looked like he didn’t belong in the chaos either, or maybe he just didn’t care.Desperate, she grabbed the closest thing to a weapon at her disposal: a flower from a nearby vase. She threw it gently at him—not too hard—hoping to get his attention without screaming for help like a maniac.He glanced down at it, then up at her.“Umm… Mr.,” she whispered from behind the door, cheeks heating. “Could you help…? My hair got stuck in the back of my dress… Or, um… you could send someone else if you see anyone free…”The tall figure stepped closer, the dim light catching just enough of his features to make her heart skip. “I think I can manage,” he said, voice low and calm, almost teasing.And just like that, a simple favor felt like the start of something more.He stepped closer, his presence filling the small space by the door. Y/N’s pulse was racing—part nerves, part… something else she didn’t have a name for yet.“Here,” he said softly, kneeling just slightly to get a better angle. His fingers brushed hers as he gently moved the tangled strands aside. The contact made her flinch, though she tried not to.Then, with a fluid motion, he pulled out a thin, delicate dagger from somewhere on his belt. Not threatening—more like precise, elegant, almost ceremonial. Her eyes widened slightly.“Don’t worry,” he murmured, “this’ll hold it without hurting you.”With careful, deliberate movements, he used the dagger to pin her hair into a messy bun. It looked effortless—like a messy bun that belonged in an art exhibit rather than a living room—and somehow, it was all him. Every stray strand tucked perfectly into place, the dagger glinting faintly under the light.Y/N stepped back a little, finally catching her breath. “Wow… that actually looks… amazing,” she whispered, her voice almost trembling.He straightened, a small, almost imperceptible smirk on his lips. “I’ve got a knack for making impossible things look simple,” he said. “Glad I could help.”And just like that, a moment that could’ve been awkward turned into… something else entirely. Something that made Y/N suddenly want the party to last a little longer.Y/N followed him down the stairs, the room still spinning slightly from the heat and the sudden closeness. She finally found her voice.“So… um,” she said, keeping her tone casual but careful, “this is… kind of embarrassing, but I was about to leave. Shizune didn’t show up, and I thought—well, I thought I’d just head home. Then… this,” she gestured vaguely to her hair, the bun still perfectly held by the dagger. “Happened.”He glanced at her, eyebrows slightly raised but calm.

“Seems like it worked out in the end.”She gave a small, sheepish laugh, “Yeah… I guess so. But, still, I was kind of… ready to escape all of this.”Halfway down the stairs, before either of them could take another step, the host of the party came barreling out, arms flailing.“Everyone! Quick, quick! We’re having a ball! Don’t just stand there—come on!”Before Y/N could protest, he had practically shoved them both forward. Y/N stumbled slightly, bumping into him, and felt the pressure of being pressed together as they navigated the crowd of people suddenly flooding the stairs.He didn’t let go, just shifted slightly so she wouldn’t fall, his presence steady, grounding. Neither of them said anything—words would’ve ruined the moment—but she couldn’t help noticing the weight of his arm brushing lightly against hers as they moved.By the time they reached the bottom, the chaotic swirl of music and chatter had them facing a sea of dancing couples. And somehow, against her better judgment, she realized she wasn’t entirely eager to leave just yet.

Y/N stumbled, her foot catching slightly on the polished floor as the host practically shoved her deeper into the crowd. She let out a quiet, half-panicked laugh. “Uhh… huh… I… I can’t… I don’t know…”He caught her almost immediately, sliding an arm lightly around her waist to steady her. “Got you,” he said, voice calm, low—no teasing, just grounded.Somehow, despite the chaos pressing in from all sides, they ended up moving together in a sort of rhythm—awkward, tiny steps at first, then a little more fluid as they matched each other. The crowd pressed close, bodies brushing, the scent of perfume and cologne mixing with the sharp tang of wine.It was… strangely intimate, even if the chaos around them was anything but.Then a loud, obnoxious laugh cut through the music. Y/N glanced over to see some dude, clearly a little high, sprawled on the floor and cackling like the world was a joke. The crowd shifted instinctively, moving toward him, and suddenly there was space.He guided her gently toward the edge, hands still close but careful, giving her just enough room to breathe. “We’re good,” he murmured. “Let’s get out of… whatever that was.”They moved together, slipping quietly past the rest of the party, the tension between them still thick but unspoken, the dagger in her hair catching the light every time he shifted slightly to make sure she didn’t trip.By the time they reached the quieter corridor, both of them were slightly breathless—not from dancing, but from the sheer pressure of having been that close, that uncomfortably near, in a room full of strangers.They finally slipped out of the chaos, the corridor quieter, the pounding music and laughter now just a dull echo behind them. Y/N slowed, wincing suddenly.“My ankle…” she muttered, looking down at the heel that had twisted painfully during the push through the crowd.He glanced down at her, eyes sharp and steady. Without a word, he crouched slightly, gripping her waist with one arm. “Don’t argue,” he said. “Take off your heels.”Before she could protest, he held out a hand. Y/N hesitated, then let him lift her effortlessly. One arm secure under her back and legs, the other hand holding both of her heels like trophies. He carried her like she weighed nothing, the motion smooth, precise, protective.She shifted slightly in his arms, heart hammering—not just from the sudden lift, but from the closeness, the warmth, the ease with which he handled her. “You… don’t have to do that,” she murmured, though her voice betrayed how relieved she was.He gave a half-smirk, half-grimace, one that didn’t quite reach teasing—it was just him. “I’ve got this. You’re not walking on a twisted ankle on my watch.”She rested her head lightly against his chest as he navigated the hall, heels dangling from his strong fingers.

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Welcome Home, Hatake

Kakashi Hatake was not easily rattled. Not by S-rank missions, not by enemy ambushes, not even by Gai’s daily “training challenges.”But the tiny, red-faced bundle in his arms?Yeah… that was another story.He stared down at his daughter — his daughter — eyes blinking slowly at him, her little fist curled like she was ready to punch the world.“…Yo,” he muttered softly, unsure what else to say.The baby blinked once, then let out a squeaky sneeze.His heart stopped.“Wait—what was that? Was that normal? Do I call a medic?” he whispered, glancing around the room like ANBU backup would appear.From the bed, you groaned. “Kashi… she sneezed. That’s it. Relax.”“…I am relaxed,” he lied, while awkwardly adjusting his grip like she was a scroll full of explosive tags.Eventually, he sat in the rocking chair. His masked face softened — the way it only did when no one but you was watching — and he traced a single gloved finger against her tiny hand. She gripped it instantly, her fingers barely wrapping halfway around.“Guess you’ve got me already, huh?” he murmured.The baby yawned. He swore his heart did a somersault.He was still Kakashi Hatake — copy ninja, shinobi of the Leaf.But now… he was Papa.And nothing was more terrifying… or more perfect.The house was quiet when you and Kakashi returned from the hospital — quiet in that tense, new-parent way, like the air itself was holding its breath.Kakashi nudged the door shut with his heel, one hand cradling the baby, the other juggling a diaper bag.“Okay,” he muttered, scanning the place like it was a mission site. “Secure entry point… no enemy presence… living room clear.”You rolled your eyes. “It’s our house, not a battlefield.”“Not until she learns to walk,” he countered, nodding toward the bundle in his arms.The tour was slow. He took her to each room like she was some foreign dignitary.“This is the kitchen… where your mom will hide snacks from me.”You swatted him.“This is the bedroom… where I’ll pass out from exhaustion at least twice a week.”And finally — “This… is your room.”He stepped into the nursery. The crib was simple but warm, sunlight spilling across a mobile of tiny paper dogs. He set her gently inside — only for her to immediately fuss, her tiny hands reaching for him.“Uh-oh… guess we’re not ready for separation,” he sighed, scooping her back up.It was only when you started unpacking the diaper bag that you noticed him frozen by the rocking chair, staring down at her while you fed her.That unreadable mask-and-eye combo softened into something almost boyish, his gaze steady, like the entire world had shrunk to just this moment.“You’re staring,” you said.“Mm. Just making sure she’s… y’know. Real.”After feeding, it was clothes time. You handed him the tiniest onesie imaginable.“…This won’t fit,” he said flatly.“Kashi. It will.”Three minutes later, he’d somehow gotten her arm through the leg hole and was holding the onesie up like it had betrayed him.“She’s… slippery,” he muttered.And then — disaster.“Uh…”You turned.“She won’t let go of my finger… but I really need to—” he leaned closer, voice dropping like it was top-secret intel, “—take a piss.”You laughed so hard you nearly fell over.“Well, guess you’re holding it, Papa.”He groaned, trying to gently pry her tiny grip free without waking her, muttering about how this was worse than Gai’s training marathons. Eventually, he gave up, sinking into the couch with her still clinging on, his other knee bouncing impatiently.The crib could wait.

The bathroom could wait.The world could wait.Right now, he was just Kakashi Hatake… stuck, half-desperate, but completely and utterly in love.By the time Kakashi finally escaped to the bathroom, the rain had started — soft at first, then heavy enough to drum against the roof in a steady, calming rhythm.When he came back, the baby was dozing in your arms, milk-drunk and warm. He stood in the doorway for a second, just… watching. You could practically feel his gaze, that quiet, unreadable way he looked when he was holding back a smile.“Stop staring and come here,” you whispered.He obeyed, slipping off his sandals and — after you shot him the look — tugging off his socks too. “It’s raining,” he said simply, as if that explained why his feet needed to be warm under the blankets.The three of you curled up together on the bed. Kakashi leaned back against the headboard, mask pulled down, hair messy from running his hands through it all day. The baby rested on his chest, the tiny sound of her breathing mixing with the rain.You pretended to be asleep just to watch what he’d do.Sure enough, after a minute, he dipped his head and pressed the lightest kiss to her forehead — barely touching, almost shy. Then, maybe because he thought you wouldn’t notice, he glanced at you… and did the same.Your eyes cracked open.“…Sneaky.”He froze. “…Tch. You were supposed to be asleep.”You smiled. “You’re blushing.”His one visible eye widened just a fraction, then he looked away, muttering something about the room being “too warm.” But his arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer until the three of you were tangled under the covers, the rain still drumming above.The crib sat empty in the nursery that night.Kakashi didn’t even pretend to try moving her.And for once, the copy ninja slept without a single nightmare. It was 3:07 A.M.The rain had slowed to a soft drizzle outside, but inside the Hatake household, chaos had returned.“Mm…” you groaned, feeling the tiny squirm beside you. Your daughter was awake — and not the peaceful stare-at-the-mobile kind of awake. No. This was the I-will-scream-like-a-summoning-jutsu awake.You poked Kakashi in the side. “Hey, papa. She’s up.”“Mmhm,” he mumbled into the pillow, not moving.“Feed her.”He cracked one lazy eye. “Your job.”You sat up. “My job? Excuse me? I don’t remember signing up for night shift. Pretty sure you are the reason she exists, Hatake.”“Mm. Logical… but I’m asleep.”Oh no. Oh no no no. He was not about to just roll over.You grabbed the nearest object — a plastic water bottle — and launched it at his shoulder. It bounced off with a pathetic thunk.He didn’t even flinch.“Nice throw, captain,” he muttered, still half-asleep.Now glaring, you scooped the baby up, sat cross-legged, and started feeding her — eyes fixed on the ceiling fan like you were absolutely innocent of bottle-based assault.Two minutes later, you leaned toward him. “Wake up. You ain’t sleepin if I ain’t.”“Mm…” He finally rolled onto his back, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Scary. Remind me to never make you my mission partner.”“Too late. You’re stuck with me for life.”By the time she finished, Kakashi’s arm had snuck around your waist. He was awake now, but pretending not to be, his fingers brushing over your hip like an apology.The baby let out the tiniest yawn… and promptly fell asleep against your chest.“…You’re on diaper duty next time,” you whispered.“Mm,” he said.

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Close Quarters!

Somehow, you both ended up on the narrow top bunk of the bunker bus.And somehow, there was absolutely no room.You were pressed up against Kakashi, bodies tangled in the worst possible arrangement. His legs were too long. Yours kept slipping off the edge. And he?He kept hitting his head on the damn ceiling every time the bus hit a bump.“…You okay?” you whispered after the third soft thunk.“…I’m fine,” he muttered, totally not fine.You bit back a laugh, wiggling closer as the blanket shifted. “This is your fault.”“You said move up here, not me.”You elbowed him lightly. “You didn’t have to say yes so fast.”Another bump rocked the bunk, making you yelp and crash into him harder. This time, his arms instinctively wrapped around you, holding you tight against his chest.“Okay,” you mumbled, trying not to enjoy it too much, “maybe this isn’t the worst.”He rested his chin near your temple. “Told you. Warmth.”The road outside kept jerking the bus slightly, like some divine force just wanted to keep y’all from sleeping. Your knee knocked into the metal railing at the side. His foot hit yours. And the damn strap from his jōnin vest kept digging between you.You fidgeted. “Kakashi.”“…Mm?”“Take the vest off.”He blinked. “You just wanna see me shirtless.”“You wish,” you snorted. “It’s stabbing my ribs.”With an exaggerated sigh, he unstrapped the vest and tossed it toward the foot of the bunk. But now that it was off, there was even less space between you two. His hand settled at your lower back automatically, and your head slid under his chin like it belonged there.“…You gonna sleep?” you whispered.“I was gonna ask you the same.”“I can’t. You’re breathing too loud.”“I could stop, if that helps.”You laughed — tired, warm, tucked into his chest like a heartbeat.After a moment, you whispered, “This is nice.”His hand rubbed slow, sleepy circles on your back.“Yeah,” he said softly. “It is.”Another bump.Your legs tangled again.You felt him grin against your hair.“…No leg room.”“None,” you mumbled. “You’ve got knees for days.”“Wanna switch?”“Nope. This is fine.”You both stilled for a bit. Silence wrapped around you, but it wasn’t empty this time. It was full — of warmth, shared space, subtle touches and unsaid things. The kind of quiet that made you feel safe enough to sleep.You yawned, curling into him more. “You’re comfortable.”Kakashi hummed. “You're dangerous.”“Shut up.”But your fingers stayed curled in his shirt, and his stayed at your waist.You were already drifting when you felt his lips — just a brush — at the top of your head.Soft.Warm.Not for show. Not teasing.Just... him.. <3

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Rainy Days & Whispered Things

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---The rain had started sometime after midnight. Soft at first—just a whisper against the window panes—but now it poured in gentle sheets, turning the whole village into a quiet lullaby of gray.Kakashi sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, hair messier than usual, mask abandoned somewhere beside the laundry basket. His back curved lazily, spine flexing with each slow breath, silver hair sticking out like he’d lost a battle with sleep (which he probably had).Y/N stirred under the comforter, voice muffled, “You’re up already?”He turned slightly, eye softening at the sight of them, hair tousled, face smushed against the pillow like a cat refusing to greet the world.“Didn’t sleep much,” he replied, voice rough with sleep. “Too many thoughts.”Y/N groaned and reached out a hand without lifting their head. “Come back. Let the thoughts drown in blanket.”A ghost of a smile tugged at Kakashi’s lips as he let himself fall back onto the mattress, one arm automatically sliding around their waist.They scooted closer, pressing their cold toes to his leg. “You’re warm.”“You’re cold,” he said with mock accusation, squeezing them tighter.“Warm me up then.”“Maa, so demanding this early?”They nuzzled into his chest, and he could feel the smile hidden there. “You love it.”He really did.There was something sacred about mornings like this. No alarms. No missions. No running. Just the rain, and them, and the way the world felt slower when she was pressed up against him like this.“Did you have a nightmare?” they asked quietly, voice half-lost in his skin.He hesitated. “Not exactly. Just… dreams that don’t settle.”She hummed, fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his stomach. “Wanna talk about it?”“No,” he said. “But thanks for asking.”They nodded, and instead of pressing, they kissed his shoulder—soft and sleepy. A reassurance. A promise that he didn’t have to say everything out loud to be understood.Kakashi tilted his head and kissed the top of theirs, lingering. His breath tickled their scalp, and she felt the way his body finally began to relax.“I like the rain,” she whispered.“Me too. Reminds me of missions… but this is better.”“This?”“You. No weapons. No stress. Just…” he pulled the blanket tighter around them. “You.”Her cheeks flushed, though he couldn’t see it. “Sappy.”“You bring it out of me.”They stayed quiet after that. Not in an awkward way—just the kind of silence that fits two people who didn’t need words to fill the space. His hand rested over hers. Her head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat slowing like he was finally letting sleep back in.“Hey, Kakashi?”“Hm?”“Do you think we’ll still have this one day?” she asked, almost like she was afraid to say it too loud. “When we’re older? Peaceful mornings. Rain. No missions.”He didn’t answer right away.Instead, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. Gentle. Real.“I’m counting on it,” he said, and this time his voice didn’t shake.---The storm outside rolled on. And inside the little house, they fell asleep again—tangled together like two threads that had always meant to be tied.And for once, Kakashi didn’t wake up first.He stayed.Dreamless.Peaceful.

Sry for the late post had been a lil too busy lately*hope you enjoyed.. ✨

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"It Was Just Tea..."

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It was supposed to be a peaceful day. A lil solo vacation. A lil tea. No drama. Just vibes. You weren’t even in ninja mode. Hoodie on. Hair a mess. Perfect.But then you met her. Granny Midora.“Your aura’s... spicy,” she said, squinting one eye. You blinked.Then Kakashi showed up, late as always, and made that one fatal mistake:“Tasted better last time,” he muttered, sipping her special chakra-blend oolong.And just like that—POOF. Cloud of smoke. Sparkles. Screaming.Now he’s tiny, screaming “WHAT DID YOU DO?!” while clinging to your shoulder like a squirrel on Red Bull.“I didn’t do anything!” you yell, holding him up by the back of his shirt like a kitten.“She’ll be back in a month,” Midora giggles, already floating off with her tea tray. “Take care of your little snack~”Snack???Now Kakashi’s pouting in your pocket, arms crossed, legs dangling out the side like a grumpy plush toy.“This is humiliating,” he mumbles.You sigh. “Better get used to it, short king. You live here now.”It’s Day 2 of Pocket Kakashi Custody and you’re already so over it.You spent all morning turning an old sock into a legit ANBU-style hoodie. You even added little floppy dog ears on the hood ‘cause why not humiliate him further? He deserves it. For the attitude alone.He stands on your desk now—arms crossed, still shirtless, lookin’ dramatic as ever. “This is unnecessary,” he mutters.You hold up the hoodie. “It’s either this or I carry you around in a napkin toga, your choice, lil sensei.”He groans. “Fine. But no photos.”You take six photos.Fast forward to feeding time:You gently place a crumb-sized onigiri onto a tiny plastic bottle cap. He pokes it suspiciously with a toothpick.“What is this? Leftovers from a hamster's bento box?”You deadpan. “Sir, I was gonna drink you yesterday, don’t push your luck.”He eats it. Grudgingly. “...It’s not bad.”Later that night, you’re scrolling through your phone, wine glass in hand. You look over and—Kakashi. In your glass. FLOATING. Like a lil cocktail gremlin. Hoodie half off. Arms stretched out.“What are you doing??” you shout.“This is my cardio.”“…You’re such a weirdo.”He just sighs, floating on his back. “When I’m big again, you’re gonna regret this.”You smirk, sipping your wine. “Nah. You’re cute like this. Like a sour lil chihuahua.”He flips you off with the tiniest hand.

You plop him gently into the warm bowl of soapy water, your pinky keeping him upright as he flails like a tiny pissed-off otter.“STOP TOUCHING ME—I CAN DO IT MYSELF!”You snort. “Then stop drowning, Mr. Ninja-of-a-thousand-jutsu.”He stands, shivering dramatically, arms crossed over his chest. The hoodie’s off. The drama is ON.“Turn around,” he huffs.You blink. “Why? You don’t even have that veiny ahh dïkk movement going on down there—”“EXCUSE ME?!” His whole face turns red—mask and all.“I SAID WHAT I SAID.”He immediately turns away with the smallest splash, mumbling absolute death threats under his breath as he scrubs himself with a sponge piece smaller than a tic tac.You add a few more bubbles, just to annoy him.He slips once, catches himself, glares at you like “When I’m big again, you’re getting roundhouse kicked through a wall.”You just sip your drink, watching him float in his bubble jacuzzi of shame, hoodie folded on a Q-tip stand beside him.“Bet you miss your dignity, huh?”He glares. “Bet you miss having ankles.”You’re vibin’. Feet up. Kakashi’s lounging in your wine glass, hoodie hood pulled over his tiny head, floating like a smug lil gremlin.Then… a knock.You open the door, and there she is. Midora. Back early. Smiling like she knows everything.“I finished my frog meditation early,” she says sweetly. “Figured I’d check in on my favorite pocket pal.”You freeze.Kakashi peeks over the rim of the wine glass. “We are so dead.”Midora’s eyes land on him. Hair wet. Hoodie damp. Clearly just bathed. Clearly been through some things.She floats into your living room. “Is that a bottle cap dinner plate?”You smile. “...Slightly.”She turns to you slowly. “You gave Konoha’s most elite jonin… a bath?”“I gave him confidence,” you argue.Kakashi sighs from the glass. “I have PTSD. Pocket-sized trauma disorder.”Granny Midora sips her tea and grins. “Wanna stay tiny a little longer? Maybe teach her a lesson about respecting the mini?”You back up instantly. “NOPE. HE LOVES IT HERE. He floats! He eats! He works out!!”Kakashi raises a tiny finger. “I literally did squats with paper clips.”Granny raises an eyebrow. “And your ego?”He shrugs. “Still massive.”She laughs and waves her hand. POOF.Flash of chakra—and BAM. Kakashi’s full-size again. Standing in your living room. Soaked. Hoodie still tiny. Vengeance in his eyes.You stare up at him. “Uh… hi.”He cracks his neck. Smirks. “Remember when you called me a grain of rice?”“WAIT LET’S TALK—”So there you are. Backed up against the wall. Kakashi full-sized, hair wet, hoodie lookin' like a crop top for a squirrel, and that "I'm gonna bully you lovingly" glint in his eye.You’re sweating. “Look, it was all in good fun…”He steps closer. “You used me as a wine garnish.”You try to dodge. “Technically, olive aesthetic—”He corners you.His hand slams the wall beside your head. He leans down, voice low. “Did you or did you not call my dïkk ‘unseasoned ramen noodle energy’—”“ENOUGH!!”Granny Midora suddenly materializes mid-room, arms outstretched, sparkles flying. “I cannot bear to watch this imbalance continue!”You both freeze. “Wait what—”She flicks her fingers. POOF.You. Shrink.Your world tilts—your hoodie’s a blanket now. You’re standing on the floor, eye-level with Kakashi’s ankles.You scream. “OH YOU WITCHY LIL—”Kakashi crouches, grinning so damn wide. “Ohhh nooo. How the tables have turned.”You glare up at him. “Granny you snake! What happened to girl code?!”Granny’s already sipping tea in the background, giggling. “Maybe now you’ll learn some humility.”Kakashi picks you up with two fingers, holding you in front of his face like a prize.“You said I’d miss my dignity… cupcake, are you ready to bathe in a thimble?”You: Instant regret. Tiny rage. No defense.!!!

Ik this this is stupid .."No I'm not going crazy!"

I js didn't have any ideas on keepin em funny but cozy

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MY HUSBAND HAS A SOFT SPOT

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Kakashi: walking through the village with Y.N. after a mission, glancing at them “So, what’s the plan for tonight? I’m thinking—another romantic evening with the fine dining that is instant ramen?”Y.N.: groaning dramatically “I’m not eating that again, Kakashi! We just got back from a mission, and you’re telling me you wanna eat ramen again? Again?”Kakashi: grins, flipping his hair back with that usual cocky attitude “Hey, I’m a man of simple tastes. Plus, we’re saving our energy for more important things.”Y.N.: deadpan “Like what? Sleeping on the couch while you read your dirty ninja books?”Kakashi: chuckles behind his mask “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y.N. Those books are for educational purposes only.” winks, knowing exactly what he’s doingY.N.: raises an eyebrow “Uh huh. Right. I swear, Kakashi, you and your ‘educational materials.’”Kakashi: smirking “Hey, you’re not complaining when I’m teaching you all kinds of... special techniques, huh?” teases, nudging them with his elbowY.N.: laughs, pushing him away playfully “You’re insufferable! You know that?”Kakashi: shrugs “I’m just trying to keep things interesting. You’re the one who married me, remember?” gives them a teasing look, then dramatically sighs “I’ll try to behave… for you, cupcake.”Y.N.: rolls eyes “I swear, we should’ve gotten married on a whim like everyone else. At least then, I wouldn’t have to put up with your corny jokes all the time.”Kakashi: grinning mischievously “Oh? So you’re saying you’re regretting the decision to marry this absolute adoreable genius?”Y.N.: fakes a gasp “Wait, are you calling yourself adorable now?! Who gave you permission to be this cocky?”Kakashi: pauses dramatically “I don’t need permission. It’s part of my charm.” then smirks slyly “But if you want, I could tone it down… and maybe give you a special treat for putting up with me.”Y.N.: raises a brow, pretending to be intrigued “Oh? And what exactly is this ‘special treat,’ Mr. ‘adorable genius?’”Kakashi: grins, leaning in with his classic teasing glint in his eyes “You’ll have to wait and see. But if you really want it... I might even cook something that isn’t ramen.”Y.N.: snickers “Oh, so now you’re going to cook? What, you’re planning on burning down the whole village?”Kakashi: grinning even more “I’d never burn the village down... unless it’s for the right reasons... like saving you from... another bowl of ramen.”Y.N.: laughs uncontrollably “You’re ridiculous! Fine, fine. We’ll try something new. But only because I love you.”Kakashi: smirks, nudging them again “Aww, so sweet. You really do love me. What a relief, huh? Now, let’s get home so I can cook you that... ‘special treat’—I promise, it’s not ramen.”Y.N.: grinning “If you screw this up, Kakashi, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”Kakashi: chuckling softly “Deal. As long as it’s a good couch, because I’m not making any promises after that special treat…”

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CUDDLES ..? 🎀

Hahaha

It's not much but i tried lol😭😭

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"Just Like Papa"

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Kakashi barely made it two steps into the house before something small and fast barreled straight into his legs. He barely had time to brace himself before two tiny hands grabbed fistfuls of his pants.“P’PA!!”The force nearly made him stumble, but he caught himself, looking down at the tiny menace clutching onto him like he’d been gone for weeks instead of just a few hours.He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “Geez, princess, let me at least close the door first.”His little girl ignored him, tiny hands now reaching up, making urgent little grabby motions. Uppsees.Kakashi sighed, crouching down. “You sure are demanding, huh?” He scooped her up effortlessly, resting her on his hip as she clung to him like a baby koala.A giggle, warm and sweet. She didn’t answer—just buried her face into his shoulder, her tiny nose pressing against his flak jacket. Kakashi felt that dumb squeeze in his chest again. She’s gonna kill me with how cute she is…From the kitchen, you smirked. “Oh, now you get it? Try carrying her for nine months.”Kakashi turned, a lazy grin hidden behind his mask. “Don’t start, sweetheart.” He gave you a teasing once-over. “Want me to carry you too? I do have two arms.”You rolled your eyes but laughed.Meanwhile, the little one in his arms suddenly pulled back, staring at him with big, serious eyes.“…P’pa?” she said, small fingers reaching for his mask.Kakashi raised a brow. “Yeah?”She pointed at him, then at herself, then—smack!—patted her own face.“…Oh?” You snorted. “She’s asking why she doesn’t have a mask.”Kakashi blinked, then let out a deep, amused hum. “You wanna match, huh?”His daughter nodded very seriously.You watched as Kakashi knelt down, placing her gently on the floor. She wobbled for a second, then stood firm, looking up at him expectantly.With a small smirk, Kakashi reached into his pocket, pulled out a soft navy cloth, and carefully tied it around her face like a mini version of his own.When he was done, she turned to you—eyes beaming with joy.“Look, Mama!” she mumbled through the fabric, little hands tugging at it excitedly. “Like P’pa!”Your heart melted on the spot.Kakashi, arms crossed, smirked proudly. “Yeah, yeah, that’s my girl.”Then, just as fast—“P’PAAA—UPPSEES!”You swore you saw his soul leave his body as she latched onto his leg again, refusing to be ignored for one second longer.You cackled. “Told you. Nine months, babe. Nine months.”Kakashi groaned, but he was already lifting her back up, his forehead pressing gently against hers.“Yeah, yeah… I get it.”Kakashi chuckled, swaying slightly as he held his little girl in his arms. “Yeah, exactly, princess… What did I do to deserve all this love, huh?” His voice was smug as he smirked at you over her tiny shoulder.Your daughter, oblivious to your suffering, patted his mask-covered cheek and babbled, “P’pa!!” like he was the only person in the world.You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him. “Oh, so now you’re playing innocent? Like you didn’t just steal my baby right out of my arms the second she was born?”Kakashi hummed, tapping his chin in mock thought. “Hmm. I do recall a certain someone being exhausted after labor and handing her to me first. Sooo technically—”“Technically,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes, “I did all the hard work, and you just swooped in and took all the credit.”Your daughter, meanwhile, was playing with Kakashi’s headband now, smacking at it gently like it was the most interesting thing in the world.And just to rub salt in the wound, Kakashi grinned under his mask and turned her slightly to face you. “Hey, princess, say Mama.”She blinked. Then tilted her head.“…P’pa.”Kakashi lost it.

He cackled, throwing his head back dramatically. “OHHH, that hurts, sweetheart, huh? You okay over there?”You smacked his arm. “You taught her that, you menace!!”He wiped fake tears from the corners of his eyes. “Me? Oh no, I’d never brainwash our precious little angel. She just knows where the fun is.”As if proving his point, your daughter clung onto him tighter, babbling happily, still tugging at his mask.You groaned, dramatically flopping onto the couch. “This is so unfair. So much for carrying her for nine months, huh?”Kakashi, smug as ever, sat beside you, arm around your shoulder. “C’mon, sweetheart. I can make it up to you, y’know.”You raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”A playful glint in his eye, Kakashi leaned in close, his voice dropping lower. “Mmhmm. I mean… we could always try for another one.”You choked. “Kakashi—”But before you could even throw a pillow at him, your daughter suddenly gasped loudly and smacked Kakashi’s cheek again.Both of you turned, confused—And she proudly held up… his stolen headband.“…Oh no,” Kakashi muttered. “She’s learning too fast.”

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Wrapped in Silver

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The mission had been exhausting, leaving Kakashi with aching muscles and a desperate need for rest. But when he walked into his apartment, he found something better than any kind of recovery method—you.You were curled up in his bed, his blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon, your soft breaths making his chest feel impossibly warm. He let out a sigh, shaking his head as he tugged his mask down. “You could’ve at least waited for me, y’know?” he murmured, brushing a gloved hand over your hair.Still half-asleep, you peeked up at him with drowsy eyes. “Mhm… but your bed is comfier than mine.”He chuckled, his voice softer than usual. “Is that so?” Without hesitation, he slid in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. His scent—earthy, with a hint of something sweet—surrounded you completely. “Guess I can’t complain if you’re already here.”His fingers traced absentminded circles on your back, lulling you further into sleep. “You smell nice,” you mumbled, pressing your face against his chest.Kakashi huffed a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And you’re completely spoiled.”You only hummed, barely awake now. But before you drifted off, you felt his arms tighten around you, his lips brushing against your forehead once more... mm~

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ENEMIES TRAPPED IN ENEMY TERRITORY—NO BACKUP, NO MERCY.

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The mission was supposed to be simple—in and out. Quick recon, no unnecessary fights.But of course, when is shit ever that easy?One second, you and Kakashi are stalking through the shadows, silent, deadly, not even looking at each other. The next—an explosion. A full-blown fucking ambush.Now, you’re both running, dodging kunai, flipping off rooftops, and slicing through enemy shinobi like it’s another goddamn Tuesday. But the more you fight, the clearer it becomes—You’re outnumbered. Outmatched. And worst of all? Trapped.You manage to escape into a half-collapsed building, breathing heavy, blood staining your sleeve—not yours. His.Kakashi is leaning against the wall, grimacing. One hand clamped over a deep cut in his side. The other still gripping a kunai. His sharingan is dimming—he’s used too much chakra.And you? You don’t even think before you grab his arm and hiss, "You’re slowing me down, Hatake."His breath is shallow, but the smirk is still there. "Then go. You hate me anyway, right?"You fucking freeze.Because yeah, you should leave him. That’s what enemies do.But instead—you rip a piece of your sleeve and press it against his wound. Hard.He grunts, eyes flicking up to yours. Surprised."Shut up and stop bleeding." Your voice is sharp, but your hands are steady, keeping him alive.For a second—just a second—there’s silence.Then? Footsteps outside. More enemies. Searching. Hunting.Your eyes meet his. No words. Just a silent agreement.One last fight. Together.And if you make it out alive? You’ll go right back to pretending you don’t give a shit about each other.

The footsteps get louder. Too many. You and Kakashi lock eyes—silent, sharp, ready.You’re both moving before the first enemy even steps inside. A blur of blades, chakra, blood. You fight back-to-back—not because you trust him, but because you have no goddamn choice.Three down. Five down. Eight—Then a kunai whizzes past your ear, slicing deep into Kakashi’s already-injured side.He stumbles. His chakra flickers. And just as an enemy charges at his blind spot—You move.No hesitation. No second-guessing. You block the attack meant for him, a sharp burn ripping across your shoulder in the process. Pain flares. Your body screams.But you’re too pissed off to care."I swear to god, Hatake, if you die before I get to kill you myself—""Yeah, yeah," he mutters, barely standing. "I owe you one, huh?"You click your tongue, dragging him forward. "You owe me about a hundred."And then you run.Not away. Through.Straight into enemy lines—because fuck it, you’re not going down without a fight.---NOW, HERE'S THE REAL KICKER.By some miracle (read: pure spite and insane combat skills), you make it out. Bleeding, exhausted, but alive.You’re deep in the woods now, far from enemy territory. It’s dark, cold, and you have nowhere to go.Kakashi is slumped against a tree, breathing unevenly. His mask is half-torn, blood dripping from his lips. His fingers twitch like he’s seconds from passing out.And you? You’re too damn stubborn to let him.You kneel beside him, pressing a hand against his wound. He flinches, barely conscious."Stay awake." Your voice is low. Dangerous. "Don’t make me carry your dumbass back."A slow, weak chuckle. "You’d… carry me?"You glare. "Shut the fuck up and let me fix this."And just before his eyes close, before exhaustion finally drags him under—he smiles.A real one.And that’s the worst part.Because now, you don’t just want him alive out of duty.You want him alive because you actually fucking care.

The first snowflake hits your cheek as you drag Kakashi through the freezing forest. Then another. Then—a full-on blizzard.Perfect.Not only are you injured, exhausted, and stuck with your worst enemy, but now you’re gonna freeze to death too.Kakashi is barely fucking conscious, his body slumped against yours, deadweight. His breath comes in short, weak puffs. If you don’t find shelter now, he’s not gonna make it.And for some reason, that thought makes your chest tighten."Tch. Don’t you dare die on me, Hatake." You grit your teeth, shoving forward. "I won’t let you haunt me, you dramatic bastard."Through sheer spite and willpower, you finally spot a half-broken hunter’s cabin. You kick the door open, stumble inside, and drop Kakashi onto the one dusty old futon in the room.---PROBLEM #1: HE’S FREEZING.Your breath fogs in the air. There’s no firewood. No chakra left. Just you and him and the biting cold.You kneel beside him, scowling. "You’re a pain in my ass, y’know that?"No response.Your gut twists. He’s too still.With a sharp breath, you strip off his soaking, torn flak jacket and shove it aside. Then your own. You hesitate, then curse under your breath—fuck it.You climb onto the futon, pulling the thin, useless-ass blanket over both of you, pressing your body against his.Skin against skin. Heat against heat.He flinches. A weak groan escapes him. And then—"The hell… are you doing?"Your whole body tenses.Because fuck.He’s awake.---PROBLEM #2: YOU’RE TOO CLOSE.Your face is inches from his. His voice is hoarse, laced with exhaustion, but his eyes—those sharp, knowing eyes—flicker with something too damn smug for someone half-dead."Keeping you alive, dumbass." You glare. "Shut up and sleep."A slow, weak smirk tugs at his lips. "Didn’t know you cared."You shove your forehead against his, hard. "I don’t. I just hate owing you anything."He hums, half-conscious. His breath ghosts against your lips, too warm."Mm. Sure."And before you can snap back—he passes out.Leaving you stuck.Stuck in a freezing storm, trapped in a cabin, tangled up in the one person you swore you’d never, ever get this close to.And the worst part?You don’t hate it as much as you should.THE NEXT MORNING—TENSION, REGRET, AND WAY TOO MUCH HEAT.The storm is gone. The sun leaks through the cracks in the walls. The air is still freezing—but inside, under the blanket, it’s too fucking warm.You wake up first.And immediately regret it.Because Kakashi is still asleep, his face way too close, his fucking arms wrapped around your waist.Your whole body locks up."What the—"You try to scoot back, but his grip tightens. Instinctively. Like you belong there.Your brain short-circuits.A few things hit you all at once:1. He’s warm. Way too warm.2. His breath is on your neck.3. Your legs are tangled up like some messy, fucked-up couple.4. You don’t hate it.Which means you need to get the hell out.Fast.---THE ESCAPE ATTEMPT.You suck in a breath, carefully peeling his arm off you. His body is heavy as hell, but you manage to slip out—Or so you thought.Because mid-escape, his fingers suddenly curl around your wrist.Your heart stops."Leaving so soon?"His voice is low, scratchy, still laced with sleep.And fuck.You refuse to look at him. "Yeah. We’re not dying, so I’d like to get the hell out of here now."Silence. Then—a slow, amused hum."Mm. Shame."Your eyes snap to him, confused. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"Big mistake.Because Kakashi is fully awake now.And the way he’s looking at you—half-lidded, lazy smirk, messy silver hair, voice still dipped in sleep—Your brain fucking malfunctions.Nope. Nope. Nope.You rip your hand away, kick the blanket off, and bolt up so fast you nearly trip."We’re leaving. NOW."Kakashi just stretches, unbothered, watching you scramble like you weren’t just wrapped around him all night."Tch. Alright, alright." He stands, rolling his shoulders. Then—a shit-eating grin. "No goodbye kiss?"You throw a boot at his face.

Ik it's a little toooo out of character but it's just to funny (*´∨`*)

Hope you enjoyed!!

[kashixxx47]

A HAPPY VALENTINES TO Y'ALL ig..? Probably ^⁠_⁠^ "Heartbeats of the Hidden Leaf"

The Hidden Leaf Village was quiet, peaceful, with a gentle breeze drifting through the trees, but in a little corner near the training grounds, Kakashi Hatake was waiting.

You, as always, had your usual sense of curiosity, always wondering what Kakashi had up his sleeve. But today, something felt different—an extra warmth in the air, and the faintest blush coloring Kakashi's usual stoic demeanor.

"You’re late," Kakashi said in his usual soft tone as you finally found him under a large cherry blossom tree. He didn’t sound annoyed, just… content, like he’d been waiting for you, and had nothing better to do.

"Sorry, I was getting your gift," you said with a smile, your eyes sparkling. You held up a small box wrapped in delicate red paper, your hands nervously twiddling with the ribbon.

Kakashi’s eye softened, a small, hidden smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You didn’t have to get me anything," he murmured, but there was warmth in his voice that said he was glad you did.

You handed him the gift, watching intently as he carefully opened it. Inside was a simple, hand-crafted scarf, woven with love and care—a perfect shade of blue that matched the sky on a bright day.

Kakashi’s heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t the type to wear something so… personal. But as he wrapped it around his neck, he felt the fabric, soft against his skin. It was warm, just like the gesture, just like the way he felt about you.

"Thank you," Kakashi whispered, his usual aloofness replaced with something gentler, something real. He carefully tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing your skin so softly, like you were something precious.

"You’re welcome, Kakashi," you whispered back, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. He was always there for everyone else, but in this moment, it felt like he was yours—no walls, no distractions, just the two of you under the cherry blossoms, surrounded by the peaceful hush of the village.

Kakashi tilted his head slightly, his eye never leaving you as he gently pulled you closer. His voice was barely above a whisper, like he was afraid if he spoke too loudly, the moment would disappear.

"Happy Valentine’s Day, [your name]."

Your heart raced as you leaned into him, feeling his presence wrap around you like the scarf he wore.

"Happy Valentine’s Day, Kakashi," you replied softly, your voice full of warmth and tenderness. His hand found yours, fingers entwining, and in that moment, the whole world seemed to stop, leaving only the two of you

😭You don't have to worry if you don't have a valentine you got Kakashi honey!🎀

Happy valentines..(￣∇￣)

[kashixxx47]

The Red Light Standoff

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The roar of engines fills the night air, the smell of gasoline and asphalt thick under the flickering streetlights. Two bikes roll up to a red light—one sleek and black, the other matte silver with scuff marks that tell stories of past races.Kakashi doesn’t look right away. No, he plays it cool, fingers tapping lazily on the handlebar, one boot resting against the ground. But you? Oh, you feel the weight of his presence, even before you glance sideways.And when you do?Tch, you catch him already looking.He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away. Just tilts his head slightly, like he’s amused, like he expected you to catch him. The bastard doesn’t even bother hiding it—like he knows exactly what he’s doing.The light flickers yellow.

Another night, another ride. You’re casually cruising through the city, the same damn roads you always take—until the next red light stops you.And that’s when you hear it.That familiar low purr of an engine rolling up beside you.Tch, no way.You glance over—and there he is. Same bike, same relaxed grip on the handlebar, same goddamn stare. But this time?He lifts his chin slightly. A subtle acknowledgment. Almost like a challenge.And just when you think maybe this is the moment to say something—he pulls out his phone.Camera on.He tilts it slightly, capturing you in the frame, along with the red light hanging above

the comment section is gonna be a whole-ass war zone:“WAIT—WHO’S THAT?!!”“THE SAME BIKER FROM LAST TIME???”“WHY DOES THIS FEEL LIKE A SLOW-BURN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ARC???”“COLLAB WHEN?!”

You wave at the cam*

The moment that wave hits the screen? Boom. Explosion.

“THEY KNOW EACH OTHER???” “I CAN’T BREATHE—SHE’S WAVING AT HIM!” “WHEN IS THE COLLAB COMING????”

Kakashi? Hah, the bastard just smirks, not even fazed. His eyes twinkle, like he knows exactly how much chaos he’s about to cause. He flips the camera toward himself, tilts his head all chill

You walk in with your friends, the air inside warm, cozy, the sound of quiet chatter and clinking cups filling the room. You head straight for a table, one of those with a view of the window, the perfect spot to keep your profile low while still catching the attention of anyone who walks by.Your friends chatter around you, laughing, but something feels… off. Like someone’s watching.And then?You catch it—the flicker of eyes on you.No way.Kakashi. He’s sitting at the corner with his crew, the same damn jacket, same mask—only this time, he’s not on a bike. No, now it’s all about the mystery. He’s leaning back casually in his seat, barely a glance over the rim of his coffee cup, but you can feel it. His eyes are locked on you.And that’s when you see it—his phone.That damn camera just enough to catch your profile but never your full face. Just a glimpse, enough to let the fans guess. And just like that, the reels start buzzing.“Wait… is that… her?”“I KNEW it! They’ve got to be the same people from the bikes!!!”“Does she know who he is?!”You play it cool. Don’t make a move. No glances, no gestures. You let the air thicken with tension.And then? The kicker. Kakashi leans forward, his phone now clearly pointed at you, just waiting for you to turn or react in some way.

So, you lean back just a little, turn your head just enough for the camera to catch that perfect angle. You’re calm, cool, collected, but there's a hint of mischief in your eyes. The light from the window catches the edge of your face—just the right amount of mystery. You tilt your head ever so slightly, and bam, that shot’s fire.Kakashi? He’s still got his camera up, trying to hide his smirk behind that damn cup, but you know he’s loving the game.As you get up to leave, you casually walk toward the door, tossing one last look his way. You feel that damn tension, the game you’re playing. With a lazy grin, you throw him a challenging glance and say, loud enough for the others to hear:“Tag me. Ma ID is called [any username ].”You let those words hang in the air for a moment before stepping out, the door chiming as you leave.Boom. The internet's about to lose its shit over this one.

So, after you leave that damn cafe, the air feels electric. You step out onto the street, your phone buzzing non-stop—notifications flooding in. Fans are already tagging you, trying to figure out who you are, why the hell you're so damn mysterious, and if there’s more to this collab with Kakashi than just some random chance encounters.But you’re not giving them shit—at least, not yet. You check your DMs. Some fans are all over you, messaging like crazy. The reel of you leaving the cafe already hit, and now people are piecing together the puzzle:“THAT’S HER!!! THE GIRL FROM THE BIKE!!”“I knew it, I knew they were the same people!!”“Her username is [any Username]!! It’s her!!”You’re reading through it, biting your lip a bit, getting lost in the hype... and then? You see it.A notification from Kakashi.And there it is, a message from him—one sentence, direct and loaded with that cocky, teasing energy of his:“You should’ve stayed longer. You owe me a proper conversation. "

Boiii idk wtf i just made up..💀

Don't judge ╥﹏╥

I'm not sure if i should continue this one lol

Hope you enjoyed

[kashixxx47]

pLAY AREA AT ROOFTOP!!

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Hatake Kakashi sighed as his daughter tugged him through the sliding doors of Action Mart. He’d been told this was just a quick errand—a “bonding experience,” you’d called it while grinning a little too innocently. He should’ve known better when you handed him the list and practically shoved them out the door."Daddy, hurry up!" his daughter chirped, her tiny hand gripping his gloved one with surprising strength. "There’s something super cool on the rooftop! Let’s go!!"Kakashi blinked, turning his head toward the escalator. Rooftop? He was fairly certain Action Mart didn’t have a rooftop, let alone one for "cool" things. But before he could argue, she was dragging him up the moving steps two at a time.---Meanwhile,

at the house:You were elbow-deep in cleaning supplies, scrubbing a suspicious stain on the living room carpet with a vengeance. “Honestly, how does he live like this?” you muttered, tossing an empty air freshener can into a growing trash pile. You'd already done the dishes, vacuumed the floors, and aired out his perpetually dusty study.The place was starting to look presentable, but you had no time to pat yourself on the back—there was still laundry. You cringed when you realized his favorite shirt had a fresh coffee stain on it. You could’ve sworn it wasn’t your fault, but maybe… okay, it totally was.You grinned wickedly. “Oops, guess it’s going to the bottom of the pile now.”

---Back at Action Mart:

The “super cool” rooftop turned out to be a full-blown kids' play area, complete with slides, ball pits, and a massive trampoline. Kakashi’s visible eye narrowed as he surveyed the chaos. This was not in the mission briefing.His daughter was already halfway up a rope ladder, calling over her shoulder, "Come on, Daddy! You’re so slow!"Slow? He huffed, cracking his knuckles. No child of his was going to outrun him. He climbed after her with ninja-like precision—until the rope ladder wobbled precariously under his weight. He froze. "I’m not slow. This ladder’s just poorly made."By the time he made it to the top, his daughter was squealing with laughter, bouncing on the trampoline with reckless abandon."Your turn, Daddy!" she yelled.He hesitated, glancing around. Parents were watching. Kids were giggling. He muttered under his breath, "I’m a legendary ninja, not a clown."But her wide, expectant eyes broke him. He sighed, and fixed his mask before stepping onto the trampoline. The first bounce sent him stumbling backward. The second bounce launched him into the air, limbs flailing wildly."See, Daddy? It's fun!"Fun wasn’t exactly the word he’d use, but he didn’t have time to argue because the ball pit was suddenly calling her name.---Back home, hours later:You heard the door open and froze mid-swipe on the kitchen counter. Kakashi walked in, hair slightly disheveled and an uncharacteristic pout on his face. His daughter skipped in behind him, hugging a stuffed toy prize nearly as big as she was."Hey, you two!" you greeted with a bright smile, wiping your hands on a towel. "How was the bonding?"Kakashi shot you a look that could’ve melted steel. "You knew about the rooftop, didn’t you?"You feigned innocence. "Rooftop? No idea what you’re talking about."His daughter interrupted, throwing her arms around his legs. "Daddy was soooo funny! He fell into the ball pit and got stuck! And then he tried to slide but couldn’t fit—"“Okay, that’s enough sharing,” Kakashi muttered, steering her toward the couch.As she flopped down happily, you leaned closer to him. "So, did you have fun?"His visible eye twitched. "You’re fired."You grinned. "Sure I am, boss. Dinner’s in the oven. And I may have spilled coffee on one of your shirts—purely by accident, of course."He sighed, walking toward his room. "You’re lucky I’m too tired to care."As he disappeared down the hallway, you heard him mutter something about "never trusting you again," but the hint of amusement in his voice made it clear—he didn’t mean it.

Kakashi raised a brow, standing with his daughter still clutching the giant stuffed toy she’d won. “A bath? Do I look like I know how to convince a kid to get clean?”You crossed your arms, smirking. “You’re her dad, Hatake. Use that charm of yours—oh wait, does that only work on grown women?”His eye narrowed playfully. “You’re awfully bold for someone who just spilled coffee on my shirt and left me stuck in a ball pit.”His daughter giggled, looking up at him. “Daddy, I don’t mind the bath! Let’s pretend it’s a mission!”You snorted, turning to head back to the kitchen. “There you go, problem solved. Enjoy your ‘mission,’ Captain.”Kakashi muttered something under his breath as he scooped his daughter up, stuffed toy and all, heading toward the bathroom. “You’ll pay for this one sweetheart .”You called back over your shoulder, grinning. “Only if you survive bath time!”

---By the time they returned, his hair was slightly damp, and his daughter looked squeaky clean, her face glowing with joy.“Mission accomplished,” Kakashi announced flatly, placing her in her seat at the table.You set down the plates, giving him a mock salute. “Good work, Captain. Now let’s see if you can handle lunch without making a mess.”He sighed, sitting down as his daughter happily started on her plate. “You’ve got way too much energy for someone who’s supposed to be helping me relax.”“And you’ve got way too much sass for someone who just survived bath duty,” you shot back, sliding into your own seat.His lips quirked up just slightly. “Touché.”

(The kinda dad we need!)

Hope y'all enjoyed reading thank you for all you support!!