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Current fixation: BACK ON MY NARUTO BS 😛😛😛
Thinking about: if I add Kakashi to tomodachi life then I also have to add Gai….
Hatake Kakashi. Former ANBU captain. Copy Ninja who has copied over a 1000 jutsus was never afraid of death. Never wanted to actually come back to a place that was haunted by ghosts, guarded by shadows, painted in blood of his loved ones. The place people called home.
Never thought someone would wait for him. Never wanted someone to wait for him. But what would happen if a girl, little reckless around the edges and stubborn would wait for him,would ruin him completely with a saccharine smile and a paper star.
Somewhere between missions…
Between blood.
And duty.
And pretending your heart wasn’t doing embarassing things-You fell in love with Kakashi Hatake.
Not all at once.
Not dramatically.
Not in the way songs claimed love was supposed to happen.
No—
It happened quietly.
In stolen glances.
In half smiles.
In the way his visible eye softened whenever he thought no one was watching.
In the way he always walked slightly behind everyone else—
As if he’d spent his whole life making sure everyone got home before he did.
And somewhere—
Somewhere between ramen runs with Naruto Uzumaki, sparring sessions with Sakura Haruno, and watching him pretend he wasn’t listening—
You stopped falling.
And simply…
Stayed there.
Hopelessly.
Pathetically.
Entirely.
In love.
And Kakashi—
Kakashi noticed.
Of course he noticed.
He noticed everything.
He noticed the extra tea you left on his desk.
The missions you volunteered for if he was leading.
The way your gaze found him in crowded rooms.
The tiny folded notes.
The quiet be safe.
The unspoken come back.
And because he was Kakashi Hatake—
Because loss had carved itself into his bones long before you existed—
He did the only thing he knew how to do.
He stepped away.
Not cruelly.
Never cruelly.
Just—
Subtly.
One less conversation.
One less rooftop.
One less walk home.
One less look held too long.
Distance.
Measured.
Careful.
Painfully deliberate.
And you—
You noticed.
It somewhere felt empty.
Wrong.
And instead of taking the hint—
Like he wanted you to—
You pulled closer.
Because you were either brave…
Or stupid.
Possibly both.
Which was how—
Forty-three days ago—
You found yourself standing outside the village gates at sunset.
A folded pastel blue paper star resting in your palm.
And Kakashi—
Already geared for departure.
Flak vest.
Hitai-ate.
Sword strapped across his back.
Mask.
Silver hair.
Moonlight caught in all the places your self-control went to die.
The mission scroll in his hand looked heavier than usual.
S-rank.
Long term.
High fatality probability.
The kind of mission shinobi didn’t joke about.
The kind that made your throat tight.
Naruto stood nearby pretending not to look worried.
Sakura had her arms folded too tightly.
Sasuke Uchiha looked bored.
Liar.
Everyone knew what this mission meant.
Kakashi looked at all of them.
Calm.
Steady.
Untouchable.
And then—
His eye found yours.
And stayed.
Your pulse immediately betrayed you.
Wonderful.
Perfect.
You stepped forward.
Everyone went suspiciously quiet.
Naruto looked between you both like he knew(for the first time) what the tension hanging in the air meant.
You ignored him.
Focused on Kakashi.
On his eye.
On the silver catching sunset.
On the man who had spent weeks pretending distance could save both of you.
You opened your hand.
A tiny pastel blue paper star rested against your skin.
Simple.
Small.
Slightly uneven.
Handmade, carrying wishes and hopes that rrefused to merge away in the darkness.
Kakashi blinked.
Once.
Slowly.
“What’s this?”
Your voice came out softer than intended.
“Luck.”
He stared.
First at you.
Then at the star.
“…Luck.”
You nodded,suddenly shy.
"You sound disappointed. "
"I am not disappointed. "
Kakashi answered, quickly.
Too quick.
You stared at the star in your palm.
Your fingers curled slightly.
“Maybe it’s enough to make you want to come home.”
Silence.
Real silence.
Naruto stopped breathing.
Sakura looked like she might cry.
And Kakashi—
Kakashi went completely still.
Not amused.
Not teasing.
Not distant.
Still.
Like something inside him had just…
Broken.
His gloved hand reached forward.
Slowly.
Carefully.
As if touching something fragile.
As if touching you.
His fingers brushed your palm—
And your heart immediately forgot how to behave.
Warm.
Steady.
Dangerously gentle.
He picked up the star.
Turned it once between his fingers.
Blue paper.
Tiny folds.
Uneven edges.
And when he looked back at you—
For one terrifying second—
Kakashi looked entirely unguarded.
His voice dropped quieter,rougher.
“You shouldn’t do things like this.”
Your pulse stumbled.
You lifted your chin.
“Why?”
His eye stayed on yours.
Long.
Heavy.
Honest.
And when he answered—
His voice sounded almost—
Almost vulnerable.
“Because now…”
A pause.
His fingers tightened around the paper star.
And for the first time—
Kakashi Hatake looked like a man losing a war no one else could see.
“Now I have a reason to come back.”
.・゜゜・
The first night—
Kakashi almost threw it away.
Not because he wanted to.
Because he had to.
Because tiny handmade paper stars—
Pastel blue.
Uneven folds.
Soft edges—
Made no sense inside a shinobi’s supply pouch.
No sense surviving beside kunai, blood pills, explosive tags, poison antidotes and possible death.
And it definitely made no sense smelling faintly like rose.
He stared at it beneath moonlight.
Sitting alone beside a dying campfire somewhere far beyond the borders of Konohagakure.
Snow melting slowly against black stone.
Night air sharp.
Cold.
Merciless.
His team asleep nearby.
One missing-nin tied unconscious to a tree.
Three bodies buried before sunset.
One more mission report he’d never talk about.
And in the middle of all of it—
You.
Folded neatly into the palm of his hand.
Small.
Soft.
Dangerous.
Kakashi turned the star once between his fingers.
Blue paper catching firelight.
And for the first time in years—
For the first time since grief had taught him survival—
Hatake Kakashi realized—
He didn’t want to die.
And he knew he was in trouble.
That annoyed him.
Deeply.
He slipped the star into the inside pocket of his vest.
Close to his chest.
Close enough to feel.
And quietly—
Almost bitterly—
He muttered—
“You’re trouble.”
The paper star, surprisingly said nothing.
.・゜゜・
Night seven—
He was bleeding.
Again.
Left shoulder.A blade that brushed by.
Nothing fatal.
Nothing worth mentioning.
Nothing Kakashi Hatake hadn’t survived a hundred times before.
He sat beneath cedar trees.
Bandages half wrapped.
Shirt stained dark.
Hands steady.
Expression unreadable.
And yet—
His fingers still reached for the star first.
Not the bandages.
Not the medicine.
The star.
He held it under moonlight.
Blue.
Fragile.
And suddenly—
He remembered your face.
The way your voice shook when you said—
Maybe it’s enough to make you want to come home.
His visible eye closed.
And for one dangerous second—
He imagined what home would look like—
If it had your laugh in it.
Your hands,warmth, ridiculous bravery, tendency to completely ignore every boundary he ever built.
And then—
Worse than any nightmare he ever had-he imagined kissing you.
Slowly.
When it would be quiet.
Under moonlight.
No masks.
No rank.
No war.
Just—
You.
His eyes opened immediately.
“…Trouble.”
The star remained calm.
.・゜゜・
Night sixteen—
It raining, cold.
Miserable.
His team asleep beneath makeshift shelters.
Thunder rolled and every place was now muddy.
Kakashi sat awake.
As usual.
Reading Icha Icha Paradise by lantern light.
Or pretended to.
Because the book had been open, while he stared the same page for twenty-seven minutes.
And his mind—
Was somewhere else entirely.
He pulled the paper star free.
Held it carefully.
And for the first time—
Actually smiled.
Small.
Private.
Entirely yours.
“You folded this badly.”
A pause.
His thumb brushed one uneven edge.
His expression softened, almost affectionate and the star that reflected in his eyes looked perfect.
And that was the exact moment Kakashi realized,he was completely,hopelessly,ruined.
.・゜゜・
Night twenty-three—
He nearly died.
A sword cut through his ribs.
Missing by just half an inch.
There was too much blood.
Too much pain.
Too much silence.
His team panicked.
Medic supplies ran low.
And Kakashi—
Half conscious.
Half bleeding out—
Reached for one thing.
One stupid—
Pastel blue paper star.
He held it weakly in bloodstained fingers.
Looked at it.
And whispered—
Voice rough.
Broken.
“I’m not done yet.”
A pause.
Then quieter—
Like a confession.
Like a prayer.
Like a sin.
“She’s waiting.”
The star still said nothing.
He knew he had to tell this to you by himself. The star was a betrayer. It wouldn't.
That was enough.
Enough to stand.
Enough to fight.
Enough—
To come home.
.・゜゜・
Night thirty-two—
He dreamed about you.
Not about losing but staying.
In the dream—
You were on the rooftop of the Hokage building.
Moonlight everywhere.
Silver in your hair.
Stars in your eyes.
Your fingers in his.
And your voice—
Soft.
Dangerous.
Warm.
“You always leave.”
His throat tightened.
Even when he was dreaming,unconscious.
He reached for you.
And whispered—
“No.”
Then,you smiled.
Small.
Heartbreaking.
“Then stay.”
Kakashi woke up sweating.
Breathing wrong.
Clutching a paper star like his life depended on it.
Which,it probably did.
.・゜゜・
Night forty-three—
Home.
Finally.
The village gates.
The sunset.
The dust.
Warm wind.
And Team 7—
Exhausted.
Bruised.
Alive.
Naruto Uzumaki was complaining.
Sakura Haruno looked ready to murder him.
Sasuke Uchiha looked bored.
Liar.
And Kakashi—
Kakashi stood at the gates—
One hand inside his vest.
Touching—
Not scars.
Not weapons.
Not duty.
The paper star.
And suddenly—
For the first time in his life—
Hatake Kakashi wanted something—
More than survival.
More than duty.
More than distance.
He wanted—
You.
And tonight—
Under your moon—
He planned to stop pretending.
Forty-three days,nights,sunsets.
Forty-three times Kakashi Hatake reached into his vest—
Not for a weapon.
Not for a mission scroll.
Not for Icha Icha Paradise.
But for a tiny—
Ridiculous—
Pastel blue paper star.
And now—
He was home.
The gates of Konohagakure stood behind him.
The evening sky melted gold into violet.
Lanterns flickered awake one by one.
Children laughed somewhere in the distance.
And for the first time in forty-three days—
Kakashi wasn’t thinking about danger.
Or reports.
Or casualties.
Or blood.
He was thinking about you.
Which,was far more dangerous.
But he was a coward.
.・゜゜・
He finished paperwork.
Then reorganized paperwork.
Then read three pages of Icha Icha.
Then stared at a tree.
Then realized he was being an idiot.
“Sensei…”
Naruto groaned beside him.
Naruto Uzumaki looked half dead.
Half muddy.
Entirely dramatic.
“Can we go home now?”
Sakura Haruno smacked him.
“You did nothing.”
“I almost died.”
“You tripped.”
“It was tactical.”
“Into a river.”
“Still tactical.”
Kakashi didn’t hear the rest.
Because—
Across the training grounds—
Standing beneath moonlit cedar trees,were you.
And suddenly—
Forty-three days felt very,very long.
You stood quietly.
Hands clasped behind your back.
Hair moving softly with the evening wind.
Moonlight touching your skin.
Silver.
Always silver.
And for one dangerous,moment Kakashi forgot how to breathe.
Naruto noticed first.
And immediately grinned.
“Ohhhhh.”
Sakura groaned.
Sasuke smirked.
Little menaces.
Naruto looked between you both.
Then at Kakashi.
Then,far too loudly—
“OH MY GOD HE MISSED—”
Kakashi vanished.
And reappeared directly behind Naruto.
One hand on his shoulder.
Visible eye smiling,dangerously.
“You all look tired.”
Naruto froze.
“…Yes.”
“Go home.”
“Yes, sensei.”
Sakura grabbed Naruto by the collar.
Sasuke looked entirely too amused.
And within seconds—
They were gone.
Leaving just-
Silence.
Moonlight.
And you.
Kakashi exhaled slowly.
Then reached into his vest.
Fingers brushing,blue paper,warm from forty-three nights against his chest.
He walked towards you.
No hurry.
No teasing.
No distance.
Just—
A man finally finding home.
You smiled when he stopped in front of you.
Soft,warm,angerously beautiful.
And Kakashi immediately understood why men started wars over less.
“You came back.”
Your voice was quiet.
Like saying it too loudly might break something.
Kakashi held up Icha Icha.
Open.
Casual.
Entirely fake.
“Was there ever any doubt?”
You narrowed your eyes.
Then leaned closer—
Peering over the book.
Trying to see the page.
And Kakashi—
Who had survived wars—
Who had fought gods—
Who had watched friends die—
Almost lost all functioning thought—
When your perfume hit him.
Rose.
(Home.)
You leaned closer.
Then paused.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Because tucked behind the orange cover,hidden carefully,was your paper star.
Your lips parted.
“…You kept it.”
Kakashi looked at you.
Really looked.
And for once—
Didn’t joke.
Didn’t tease.
Didn’t hide.
His voice dropped lower,softer,rougher.
“Every night.”
Your breath caught,eyes reflecting every little hope which was meant to be a secret.
Kakashi watched your eyes soften, your fingers twitched, your heartbeat jumped at your throat.
And suddenly—
Forty-three days of restraint,wanting and pretending.
Began unraveling,one thread at a time.
And for one ridiculous second, he thought—
So this is what coming home feels like.
You stepped closer.
Close enough to touch, to ruin.
And then,very gently—
You lifted your hand.
Kakashi froze.
Your fingers slid into his silver hair,soft,careful.
Like you were touching something precious.
Something breakable.
Something—
Loved.
And Kakashi—
Hatake Kakashi—
The Copy Ninja.
ANBU.
Jonin.
Survivor.
Legend.
Leaned in.
Without thinking,without hiding,without shame.
Like a touch-starved dog finding warmth for the first time.
Your lips parted.
A tiny—
Almost disbelieving laugh escaped you.
And Kakashi—
Who usually had a comeback for everything,had absolutely nothing.
Your fingers threaded deeper.
Scratching lightly at his scalp.
His eyes closed,just briefly.
Leaning into the touch before he could stop himself.
A quiet,dangerously soft sound escaped him.
And you froze.
“…Did you just—”
Kakashi opened one eye,deadpanned.
“Say another word.”
You smiled,bright.
Too pretty for him.
Too yours.
And suddenly,Kakashi’s last thread of restraint,snapped.
His hand found your waist.
Pulled you closer.
And before either of you could think, his lips found yours.
And,it wasn’t gentle.
Not at first.
It was forty-three nights,sunsets,whispered come back,bruises,prayers.
And one paper star—
Folded by trembling fingers.
His mouth was warm,hungry,reverent,sinful.
Like prayer whispered after midnight.
Like a confession.
Like every selfish thing he’d denied himself—
Finally,finally,taking shape.
You made a tiny sound.
And Kakashi nearly lost what remained of his mind.
His fingers tightened at your waist,pulled you impossibly closer tilting your chin,deepening the kiss.
Slow,devastating,unhurried.
Like he wanted to memorize...
Every breath.
Every sigh.
Every piece of you.
And when he pulled away,your eyes fluttered open.
And your mouth fell open,completely,entirely,hopelessly.
Becausr...
The mask was gone.
Oh.
Oh no.
Oh—
No.
Your fingers rose,unconsciously—
Tracing the scar beside his lips.
His cheek,his jaw.
Like you weren’t entirely sure he was real.
When he opened his eyes, you were staring.
Not at his eye.
Not at the star.
At him.
Like you'd just discovered something.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.
You blinked.
"Do you know how annoying this is?"
Kakashi blinked.
"No."
"You should."
"Yeah?"
"There are other women in this village."
"There are."
"And they have eyes."
"They do."
You narrowed yours.
"And you're just walking around looking like that?"
Kakashi considered it.
Then shrugged.
Silence.
Kakashi stared.
You stared back.
For the first time in a while Hatake Kakashi looked actually speechless.
You stared.
Horrified.
Still tracing his scar.
And then,because apparently your mouth wanted you dead,you whispered
“Thank god you wear a mask…”
A pause.
“…or you’d have impregnated every woman who looked at you.”
…
Silence.
Real silence.
Then,Kakashi...
The same man who read Icha Icha in public,actually choked.
And your soul immediately left your body.
Your eyes widened.
Your face exploded.
And with a tiny,mortified,noise,you hid behind your hands.
“No.”
“No no no no no—”
Kakashi stared.
Then,very slowly,softly,he laughed.
Not a chuckle or amused.
Laughed.
Warm and quiet and real.
And somehow—
That melted you more than the kiss.
His fingers wrapped around your wrists,gentle and careful.
And he slowly pulled your hands away from your face.
Revealing bright red cheeks and wide eyes.
Kakashi stared.
Then,very gently poked your cheek.
Once.
Your brain malfunctioned.
Then,he smiled.
The smile that tugged at his mouth was small.
Dangerous.
Entirely too pleased with himself.
Your heart betrayed you immediately.
Traitor.
Absolute traitor.
He whispered as he leaned in,voice warm enough to ruin generations,
“Good.”
You blinked.
“…Good?”
His thumb brushed your cheek,slowly,tenderly.
And Kakashi...
Your Kakashi—
Finally let himself be selfish.
“Because I only wanted one.”
And you,quite literally stopped functioning.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
End.
This story has a place a little too close to my heart 'cause I too give people that I really want to cherish and don't ever want to forget, paper stars. I picked it up from the c-drama :-Hidden Love. Any Hidden Love enthusiasts here?
No, but the fact that Kakashi has survived everything that can possibly go wrong,from wars to Team 7 catching a cat just to reach for a paper star breaks me physically. 😭😭😭😫✨
Just rewatched the Dumpster Battle movie and I’ve decided that Kuroo Tetsurou is The Friend to have.
You know those friends that are always looking out for you in a big group? Yeah, that’s him. Stick with me for a sec.
Your group is hanging at a friend’s house and they’re deciding on what pizza to order. Kuroo sees you kinda hovering off to the side so he slides up, hand on your shoulder, and asks you, “Hey, what do you want on your pizza?” So you give him your order and then he slides up to the person ordering and says to add another for you. When that pizza delivers, even if no one else is grabbing a slice, Kuroo is sitting next to you and eating it with you.
Let’s say that group is out shopping. You see something in a shop window and you wanna go check out the store. But the group is moving pretty fast and they’re about to pass it, so you decide to pass on the store. Suddenly, Kuroo calls out, “We’ll be right back guys! We’re gonna check out this store.”
And then, more surprisingly—
“Wait, I’ll go with you! I wanna check out the store too!”
Someone else joins.
Or imagine a school setting or something like it where you’re sitting off on your own but you see Kuroo talking to someone else. The two are gesturing a lot and it has you curious as to what they’re talking about, but you’re not actively in the conversation so you just continue minding your own.
Then you hear a “Come with me” and Kuroo and the other person are sitting with you and Kuroo is saying to you, “I need to get your opinion on this.” And then you’re pulled into the wildest conversation and everyone is busting a gut laughing.
Kuroo Tetsurou is the Friend Group Unifier. He makes sure that everyone is having fun because lowering the net shouldn’t apply to just volleyball. He knows everyone and everyone knows him. How do you think he was able to contact so many of the monster generation?
SOMETHING SOMETHING UNNAMED LITTLE NIGHTMARES AU ABOUT MONO AND THE THIN MAN GETTING STUCK TOGETHER .
INSTEAD OF KILLING THE THIN MAN MONO SEALS HIM AWAY IN A TV . WHICH LETS THE THIN MAN HELP MONO ESCAPE THE SIGNAL TOWER WHEN HE INEVITABLY GETS BETRAYED . AFTER WHICH they essentially get stuck together as travel buddies in the nowhere .
NO clue if i'm Going to doa nything with this au i just thought it was a Really Cool idea in school
