#hikatoka

[aperennialflame]

Hikaku and Toka for the ship meme ;)

SHIPPING THEM HARD! Send me two character names and I’ll fill out the list for you:

Who is the clingy one? - Hikaku

Who is more likely to admit a mistake? - Toka

Would they lie to make each other happy? no

Who is prone to cheating? - none

Who is more spontaneous? - Hikaku

What do they do to cheer up each other on a bad day? - Plan A: talk to the other and find out what’s wrong; Plan B: Toka usually cooks him food, and he tries to do the same – and fails – before settling for kisses.

Is there something they’d like to change about each other? - he wishes she’d leave his shampoo alone and she wishes he’d stop trying to burn the whole house down cook

How do they describe one another to other people? - strong and loyal

How are they both handling money? - Hikaku blows it on takeout; Toka is more responsible with it

Who is the more romantic one? - Toka

Lazy days or adventure together? Who prefers what? - Hikaku usually would prefer lazy days, whereas Toka generally would prefer adventures. Ofc, this can depend on mood as well

Who is the one to more likely to be jealous? - Hikaku

If they had a pillow fight, who would win? - depends on the mood

Who plans more cute surprises for the other? - Toka

[ushinawaretaisan]

The Birth of Aiko Uchiha | Momoka’s Devotion {HikaToka}

It was a cold, December night, and at the moment, Hikaku, Toka, and Momoka were staying at the Senju Manor, for the moment her contractions started, Hikaku had immediately rushed her to an open, comfortable space, in the small hospital rooms that the Manor supplied. The midwife was known as Aoi, was trained in the medical arts and was proficient in fuinjutsu. A naturally kind woman and soft, gentle girl at about nineteen. The other handmaidens, Honoka and Mai were to distract Momoka and take her out so that the child wouldn't have to see the gruesome cycle of giving birth to a new life. Noa and Koto, the two other handmaidens were headed to get the supplies necessary.

Despite his mixed feelings for the Senju clan, Hikaku felt his heart lighten up at the thought of Momoka being raised by a small group of loving family. Toka, you wonderful woman, you, he thought fondly.

Soon, Toka went into labor.

Hikaku had held his clammy hand in hers, for he was no medic and could do nothing to assist her. It was clear that he had been nervous, but he reassured her that everything would be all right, despite himself. Long hours had passed when Toka's wailing and screaming in the night stopped, and was replaced by her heavily labored breathing. Never before had he heard his precious Toka scream as loud as she had when she was in labor.

But, yet... despite all the pain, she had never once complained. Little by little, Hikaku could sense that Toka was filled with happiness that she was having a child. When Aoi had wrapped their little child up in a little blanket she had always brought with her, just in case, Hikaku gasped softly as their son gave out a strong little cry.

Oh gods, it hit him hard then, not like lightning but like the rumbling thunder that shook through afterwards - but it wasn't so much of fear as it was... Adoration. This little child was beautiful and precious, a little oblivious to everything around him, and the emotions he caused to flow through Hikaku for the second time in his life; a pride and feeling of love like no other. His eyes widened into large, sad black orbs as he stared into his wife and his son. His memories went way back, and he remembered his own family.

How could he deprive this child of something that he himself needed? Something that he himself missed terribly after so much had taken his own family away from him? How could his mother and his brothers look down upon him...?

Tears welled in his eyes as he brought them back to look at Toka. This was his child, too, his blood, the best thing he could ever do for their son... was to give her the father he needed, the father that Hikaku never had.

"I'm going to be there for him, Momo-chan and you." He said through a cracked voice, now understanding... Yes, he would be that father. And hopefully.. his family would be proud of him for making this decision.

"Look, Hikaku... He's so beautiful..." Toka whispered gently as she cradled the infant.

Hikaku's breath fled his lungs in a rush so fast that he almost fainted when the boy opened his eyes, and all he could do was reveal a pearly white smile.

That’s my son.

The hair was undeniably his, and he could see Toka's gentleness in the infant. He continued to stare at the child, taking in everything from the tilt of his chin, to the composure of his face that belonged to his mother, and those tiny, adorable dimples at the corners of his mouth...

Meanwhile, his heart was shattering and remaking itself, scouring his emotional center completely raw. He was breaking and reforming, recreating his ability to feel anything while trying not to die from the force of it.

Dear gods above... I’m a father once more.

He had never thought about being a father before he met Momoka. Alongside Momoka, his daughter, and Toka, his beloved wife, Hikaku placed the boy's self upon his heart and soul, the three most important people in his world. The center of his universe. One thing he was absolutely sure of: not even death would keep him from his children and his wife.

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"He's so beautiful," Toka marveled, holding her son, delighted by his first indignant squalls of displeasure in a world that was sure to disappoint. Everything else might be going to hell around her, but Toka was absolutely certain now that she had all that mattered right there, in that moment.. with her family.

Alone with her husband and their son, Toka couldn't be happier. There were always pieces and parts of her life that she wished had gone better... but there... in that moment... none of it mattered. Aiko's tiny fingers and toes brought her so much joy that she thought she would literally burst. "Such mighty lungs," she cooed at her little boy.

Almost immediately, the boy's crying stopped. He opened wide, emerald green eyes, blinking and staring into the faces of his mother and father, eliciting a soft gasp from Toka. Hikaku held the both of them close, acting as a protector to the both of them, shielding them from the cold night and offered his chakra to allow heat to radiate from his body and sharing it with his family. Toka was grateful.

"There's a good boy," Toka whispered, smoothing over the tiny patch of black fuzz on his scalp. It was gorgeously soft, another thing about her Aiko-kun that was utterly perfect; Toka couldn't stop smiling for the wonder she held. "We're all we have now, so we've got to make the most of it. I hope that you will like me because there is no one in this world that I love more than you and your sister."

With a skip of her heart, Toka realized how true that that was. Here in her arms was a tiny, vulnerable life that depended on her; part Hikaku, part herself, with the potential to live without the shadows that had darkened both of their lives. It was all up to Hikaku and Toka to make sure he never suffered or felt unloved, just like his sister.

Though they had only just met, they both felt the solid certainty that they would gladly kill for Aiko. Whatever it took to keep her safe, no matter the price.

xxx

When the time came for Momoka to finally meet her little brother, she squealed and jumped for joy, before she slowly crept up and with her mother's permission, held little Aiko in her arms, which he cried. "Shh, no, no, no, it's gonna be okay. Don't cry, little brother. It makes me sad to see you sad.. so that's why, we're gonna be best friends! A-And we're gonna have pillow fights, make snow angels in the snow, dance and play tag in the gardens, and we're gonna be the best ninja the village has ever seen! And I'll always be there to make you feel better when you're sad. It's a promise of a lifetime, Aiko, my little brother."

Hikaku and Toka exchanged tired glances and smiles as they watched Momoka rock Aiko to sleep.

[ushinawaretaisan]

Momoka Meets Hikaku

It was during the time of Konoha's founding that Momoka, so excited and filled to bursting with energy, wanted to explore, and left her mother's side at the worst possible time... in the market!

The girl giggled, now free, and feeling like she was on top of the world until she bumped into someone. She looked up to see a man staring down at her.

They made eye contact... and Hikaku's breath fled his lungs in a rush so fast that he almost fainted when the little girl, about four, looked up at him. Those dark eyes... that deep, black hair, her apparent age... Fuck, he thought, realization smacking him about the face. As she bowed - perfectly - with an apology and a "Pleased to meet you, sir," and he mumbled the appropriate reply, his blood boiled at the cauldron of his heart.

That's my daughter.

He wasn't sure how he knew, just that he knew. He could see Toka's passion and composure in the child's bearing, see the brewing secrets in her eyes. The hair was undeniably his, and that inquisitive, intense nature was all Uchiha. He continued to stare at her, taking in everything from the tilt of her chin, the way her hands clasped together politely, those tiny, adorable dimples at the corners of her mouth... Each of these was a confirmation of her parentage.

Meanwhile, his heart was shattering and remaking itself, scouring his emotional center completely raw. He was breaking and reforming, recreating his ability to feel anything while trying not to die from the force of it.

Dear gods above... I'm a father.

He had never thought about being a father. And yet, in the empty place in his soul, a love more intense and pure than anything he had ever felt before welled up from within. The girl - his daughter - imprinted herself upon his heart and soul, the most important person in his world. The center of his universe. One thing he was absolutely sure of: not even death would keep him from his little girl.

It took every fiber of his being not to scoop her up right there, and squeeze her tightly. That meant that with his daughter here... Toka surely had to follow.

He remembered absolutely nothing of why he was here in the marketplace. The whole time, he had spent staring at his daughter, putting all the ill fitting pieces together, painting a picture that made a tragic kind of sense. Their era was not one that was kind to bastard children born out of wedlock.

What Toka must have gone through... he thought with sadness, imagining her unwed, pregnant, and alone in a world where women were hardly valued in the first place except as breeding factories for expendable soldiers. He wished he had been there for her, wished he had been able to feel the life grow within her - their child - and sing off-key songs to their unborn baby. How many things would have been different, if he had only taken her back to the Uchiha encampment---! Too late, again. Too damned late.

"Momoka!" An achingly familiar voice split the air.

Toka Senju caught up to their daughter, not paying attention to him and focusing on the girl. She has a name.. Named after the tree where we first met, no less! he thought with glee. "I told you not to run off! Listen, I'm so sor-" Toka scolded with her hands on her hips and then glanced up and saw him. Looked into his eyes. Hikaku tried very, very desperately not to cry out of guilt, but he was so shocked that all he could do was breathe in sharply.

Momoka mumbled an apology, and turned to look up at the one who raised her single-handedly. "Mother, who is that?" she asked. She seemed to understand that Hikaku wasn't to be feared, but until her mother had passed her judgment, Momoka would defer to her experience. Their daughter was a good girl, and she trusted her mother to take care of her, no matter what.

Toka took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Hikaku's and vice versa, and swallowed, then painted a smile on her face for her daughter. It wasn't a perfect situation, but it would bring all of them peace at last.. hopefully. Even so, saying the words were difficult. Far too long.

"That's your father, Momoka-chan," she told the girl, looking past her daughter's shoulder to the man beyond. "And he loves you very much." The look she gave him commanded that he would do naught otherwise. Toka noticed his hands were trembling with mixed emotions.

Hikaku slowly bent down to a squat, to Momoka's eye level and pulled the girl closer, but not too close. He looked deeply into her eyes, and Toka could tell that he was getting incredibly emotional, just by looking into her eyes.

"I didn't know I had a father," Momoka said to herself in wonder. She looked from the smiling face of her mother to the arms of Hikaku and seemed to have made a decision. She broke away from Toka and ran across the space between them, hurtling into the man with enough force to knock a grunt from him. Toka saw how his arms wrapped around his little girl protectively, and saw how his expression deconstruct, replaced by raw emotion that he hadn't intended to show. He shut his eyes tight and rocked the little girl, absorbing her into his body, a defensive gesture, and one Toka often made herself.

For her part, Toka breathed a sigh of relief; it was obvious that her intended had a love for children, and immediately was enamored of their daughter. In fact, it looked almost as if he had been waiting his whole life for this moment.

He held her as if she were the most important little person on this earth, as if she were precious, and she was.

For a man that had never seen their daughter before in his life until now, he took to being her father as if he'd been born to it. Toka took several deep breaths, relishing the scene before her. This was a memory that she wanted to savor until the very end of her days.

Toka was surprised when Hikaku picked up their little girl with one arm and grabbed his lover by the hand, leading them through alleyways and behind elegant buildings until they were alone.

As a family... reunited at last.

He put Momoka down and reached out for Toka. Their eyes met, a thousand memories flourishing between them like electricity, before his lips touched hers softly.

He was intent on communicating how much he missed her, how much he loved her. He expressed his passion in a way that made her cheeks flush. After a moment, he gradually started kissing her with more fervor, moving his hand to weave into her hair, slanting his mouth passionately over hers until they both felt heavy with emotion.

She felt like crying, and the hold on her restraint broke. Her heart blew outward, confessing all of it's many quiet truths as she fell into his arms, kissing his face all over, crying all the while. Seeing him reminded her of those years of painful isolation, and just how badly she had ached for him. She felt the few tears upon his face as surely as she felt the ones upon her own. They had never thought to see each other again, and right then the only thing that mattered was that they were there, together, as a family.

[ushinawaretaisan]

Invincible

Whispers followed her everywhere, but when Momoka turned all she could find was silence. They were scared of her, she thought. No one wanted to face the girl with the eclipse in her veins. To hide their fear, they did the only thing they could: they picked on her and her younger brother, Aiko.

"Run and cry to your mama like a little girl," one of the older boys taunted.

"Leave my brother alone," Momoka growled with more steel in her voice than any child should ever be allowed to possess, standing in front of her defenseless four year old brother. (Seriously, what was up with people looking down on women, anyway?)

"What are you gonna do about it?" said another boy.

"I'm warning you," Momoka hissed as she felt Aiko tug on her shirt.

"Sister," Aiko whispered. "I wanna go home."

The older boys heard him. "I don't think so, not until you two runts learn your place. You're no true Uchiha or true Senju!"

The other two boys guffawed at their friend's words. "Yeah, he's just the chief's bastard with no talent and a Senju for a mother!"

Aiko couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing into his sister's shoulder.

Momoka glared at them through her bangs. Stupid boys, all of them. She was one of only a small handful of girls in her class, and somehow the boys had chosen her as their target dummy over the others. Why, she would never know. Surely they knew to keep a respectable distance, lest her father found out.

"Come over here and say that, you witless worms." she growled through the tears that threatened to fall. Momoka summoned familiar, heated chakra to her eyes, watching as the world came to life all around her in a sharpness she imagined only nocturnal predators could rival, the Sharingan activated.

"Hey, I think they really are crying! Who could've thought that was possible for those monsters!"

Momoka remained rooted to the spot, but her fingers itched to summon her chakra and melt those cruel smirks off their faces. No one insulted her family. Not around her. "I'll kill you. I can do it."

"The three of us are stronger than you, anyway." said the biggest boy of the group.

Momoka frowned at this. She may have been a girl, but she was no pushover. At this, she blinked back her tears. If there was one thing she'd learned from growing up with the village, it was that no one listened to the weak. The world was merciless like that.

Anger finally bubbling to the surface at being dismissed, for making her little brother cry, and for insulting their parents, Momoka finished her round of hand seals.

By the time the bullies noticed her advance, it was too late. Momoka's cheeks swelled and spewed forth a jet of blue flames that was far larger than most Uchiha on their beginning stages of the Great Fireball Technique. What followed were screams, and a hasty retreat. They were lucky to notice, or else they'd all be melted instantly.

"Freak!" one said over his friends' shrieking.

"You're so dead for this, demon bitch!"

Momoka wanted to chase after them and just kill them for real, but Aiko's tugging on her pant leg stopped her.

"Red," Aiko whimpered in awe through his tears. "You got the red eyes!"

When they scampered off, Momoka turned to her little brother and smiled faintly. It would not do to scold him for crying, shinobi laws be damned. It would be their little secret. "I've been practicing. You should too if you wanna catch up."

Aiko nodded and wiped the tears away. "I wanna be just like you!"

Momoka smiled softly, a smile reserved only for him, for Lady Mito and for her parents. "Let's go home. Mother will be waiting for dinner."

xxx

Senju Toka, no, Uchiha Toka, was a strong, independent woman warrior. Everything that Momoka wanted to be. She was one of the few people Momoka had ever known in her life who had genuinely wished to help her without asking for anything in return. She sacrificed everything for her two young children because they were all she had, besides her husband, and their father.

Uchiha Hikaku was the chief of the Konoha Military Police Force, and the leader of the Uchiha clan. As far as Momoka and Aiko were concerned, their father wasn't afraid of anything at all. He was bold, fearless, and a mighty leader, and the most powerful of the Uchiha in Konoha, according to his peers.

Aiko had spilled the beans about everything when Toka and her children sat at the dinner table. Hikaku hadn't returned from work because with the war against Iwa and Kumo going on, being the chief of the police wasn't an easy task. "Mama, Momo's got the red eyes!" Aiko cheered from his spot at the wooden kitchen table, waving at Momoka, which elicted a glance from their mother.

Toka stopped serving the yakniknu and turned to look at her firstborn. After a moment of shared scrutiny she said, "Momoka, is this true? Did you awaken the Sharingan?"

Momoka set down her water glass. "Yeah."

Toka gaped at her daughter for a moment before covering her mouth with her hands. She then stood, went to the cupboards, and extracted a brown paper package.

"I was saving this for your birthday, but this is a more appropriate occasion," she said, returning to the table. Toka unwrapped the parcel to reveal a variety of different sweets. Aiko lit up and tried to grab at them, but his stubby arms were too short to reach across the table. Momoka was shocked that their mother had managed to procure something like this. Sweets were exceedingly hard to come by, now that prices had gone up, and discouraged among the children encouraging sloth and overindulgence. The Academy students were also trained to go to war if they were good enough to be a fighting force. She could not help the involuntary watering in her mouth at the sight of them.

"I saved up enough to buy them," Toka said, noticing her two children's desiring expressions. "Awakening the Sharingan at such a young age," she continued, watching Momoka with open admiration. "You've awakened your father's bloodlimit.. and you've defended your brother. You're growing into a wonderful girl, my little peach."

This snapped Momoka out of her daze. A shy smile formed at the praise her mother gave her. "Thank you, mother..."

Toka nodded. "Now that you've awakened your father's bloodline limit, you can bear the Uchiha name and become an active member of the shinobi clan, and of Konoha. And Aiko will join you when he awakens his own powers."

"Yeah!" Akio clapped his hands together, pleased at the prospect. Toka handed him a sweet, and he stuffed it in his mouth. "We're gonna be ninja!" he cheered through a full mouth.

"You'll be one again, too, Mother, once we get older," Momoka said, reaching for a sugary treat. She bit into it and savored the caramel flavor. She'd always loved sweet things.

Toka smiled weakly at this. "But just know that having power isn't all what being a ninja is about. What you two share as a bond... I don't see that in many people. Never forget the ones you love. Work hard and have dreams... and never turn your back on your word. Never give up... Will you promise me that you two will keep your word when I say this?"

Momoka and Aiko exchanged glances from the table, and Momoka nodded. Aiko, being too young to properly understand, simply followed suit.

xxx Toka had just finished washing up the dishes when she sensed the approaching chakra of her husband. "Your father's returned," she informed the children as they were playing a game of hide and seek in their massive house. It was pouring rain and thunder boomed in the distance. When he came inside and approached her, he was drenched from head to toe, breaths coming out in short intervals, raven hair flattened by the rain and eyes wild with something that could only be relief and love.

Her hands found their way into his still-damp hair, stroking languidly, a tender smile pulling at her lips when he dragged her closer to him and buried his face into her neck. A long, contented sigh passed his lips. "Hey," he finally said minutes later, smirking lightly.

"Hey," she replied softly, giggling a bit.

"Missed me?" he murmured.

She tugged back on his hair to look at his face and gave him a deep kiss in response, when he grasped her tighter and crushed her breasts against his chest as he embraced her. The way he responded to her with the same intensity made her smile, because it confirmed he had indeed missed her just as much as she had him.

She broke the kiss when the need for air surpassed her but she didn't put any distance between them. Nudging his nose with hers and leaning her forehead against his own, she smiled coyly. "Does that answer your question?" she asked him, her jaded eyes glimmering with amusement and happiness.

He gave her a small, tentative smile and kissed her nose, nodding lightly afterward. Her smile widened and she giggled softly, pushing her face into his neck. Hikaku nuzzled her hair and lifted a hand to caress her brown locks, letting her floral scent invade him completely...

"Mama, I got Momo!" squeaked Aiko as he grinned, boasting of his victory on finally finding his sister's hiding place as he burst into the kitchen. His emerald eyes - an exact replica of Toka's - lit up when he spotted his father. "Papa!"

Hikaku released his grip on his wife when he enveloped his son in his arms and chuckled softly. "Hey, your tracking skills are increasing. Well done, my little happy child." He exclaimed, onyx eyes gleaming with a father's pride. Momoka followed shortly after her brother and Hikaku had to scoop her up too. "And you, my peach, how are you fairing?"

"Awesome! I awakened the Sharingan!"

Hikaku blinked and Toka murmured in his ear of what happened, and a proud smirk formed at this. "Keep improving and keep fighting, my daughter. Don't let anyone boss you around." he said seriously, despite his all too proud grin.

Momoka nodded with a; "Yes, sir!" before laughing happily with her brother.

Toka stepped in and joined in the group hug, smiling genuinely and looking at her family with admiration. With them at her side, she felt like she could do anything. Emeralds met warm onyx, and a million thoughts coursed through them, like a secret language only they know how to speak.

We have a family again.

Toka's fingers brushed against his as they shared a loving glance.

xxx

"You two can be anything you want to be and more. All you have to do is work hard, develop your skills, and you'll rise." Hikaku said calmly to their two beloved children later that evening as they gathered in their living room.

"It's not that easy," Momoka countered. "There are rules."

"Rules can be broken. You two wouldn't be here if your father and I had followed the rules." Toka added in, eyeing her husband softly, and their fingers laced.

Aiko's emerald eyes drifted between his quiet older sister and their parents. He sucked on his sugary fingers, making them stickier despite his intentions to clean them.

"You've already done the impossible, Momoka," Toka continued. "They will recognize your talent, the both of you. And once you make it to the top, you can make your own rules. Think of the possibilities. You can rejuvenate this tired old village. Together, you and Aiko can accomplish anything you set your minds to."

Momoka watched her parents with a degree of awe only a child can grasp, the last vestiges of her innocence that hadn't been flayed away under the lash of the strict Academy training regimen. "Why do you believe in us so much? I - We haven't done anything to deserve that kind of faith."

Hikaku smiled softly at his daughter while Aiko crawled into his father's lap and snoozed quietly.

"It's not a question of faith. We know you'll succeed because you two are the children of the Uchiha and Senju clans. You're good enough."

"You'll survive, because the two of you are strong. Together, you're invincible." Toka added, resting her head on her husband's shoulder and smiling softly at Momoka.

From that day, Momoka finally found her goal. Together, Aiko and Momoka would survive, and together they would reinvent the village, become better badasses, and even more powerful shinobi than their parents.

Together, they were invincible.

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Hikaku and Toka whOOPS ANGIE REGRETS NOTHING

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship - Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Until one of them die protecting the other tbh this ends as an angst story

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Ahh not quickly at all!! Toka was the first to engage and Hikaku remained in denial for the longest time bc opposing clans but it worked out later <#3

How was their first kiss? - awkward but cute in a way aha

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Hikaku probably, when he got over himself

Who is the best man/men? - *coughs lowly*

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - *coughs even softly-er*

Who did the most planning? - Toka bc she’s a romantic <3

Who stressed the most? - Hikaku bc dangers given by their respective clans and also commitment to something new

How fancy was the ceremony? -  Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - All the clan elders and whoever was a danger bc they didn’t support this UchihaxSenju fiasco (nearly everyone??) but Hashirama was totally cool with it and Mito tagged along, with a bunch of non-Uchiha/Senju who were comrades with them and just wanted to see a Uchiha and Senju actually get married

Sex:

Who is on top? - whoever wants to be atm

Who is the one to instigate things? - toka

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? -Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - hh like a few hours or so if they tried but they rarely go all out in length of time bc they have responsibilities that they don’t want to be tired for

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - uh.. no

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (depends on the mood?)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - two

How many children will they adopt? - if they adopt it’d probably be just one

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - hikaku

Who is the stricter parent? - hikaku

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - hikaku

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - toka

Who is the more loved parent? - toka

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - hikaku

Who cried the most at graduation? - toka

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - toka

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - toka

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - toka

Who does the grocery shopping? - hikaku

How often do they bake desserts? - a lot (can’t get enough of those sweets and pastries)

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - meat

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - toka

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - hikaku

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - hikaku

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - hikaku

Who is really against chores? - neither really

Who cleans up after the pets? - hikaku

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - toka

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - hikaku

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - hikaku

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - hikaku takes longer

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - toka would probably have to, since hika isn’t a dog person

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - not often but sometimes they do it for the mood it just brings

What are their goals for the relationship? - just to be happy for each other and to restore each other’s family with each other?? if that makes sense

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - toka? since hika next to never sleeps

Who plays the most pranks? - definitely toka

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Any Other Way

Characters: Hikaku, Toka, Momoka, (Unborn) Aiko

Genre: Romance, Family, Slice-of-Life

For: @peachflowerofthesenju

It was one of those days again. One where Hikaku wanted nothing but to help his wife, but her mood said that he must be pitying her or underestimating her, so she rejected all of his advances.

The man sighed, checking the clock again. 2:15PM; she’d been at this for ten minutes.

He watched her reach for a salt-shaker on a higher shelf, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly when her extended belly brushed against the edge of the counter, but he still waited for her to admit to needing his help, for Aiko’s--their unborn child’s--sake, if not for her own.

Toka pouted briefly, before letting her green eyes flicker to where her husband was patiently seated on the couch, waiting for her beck and call.

“I’ve got this.” She grumbled stubbornly, ignoring his huff as she stretched for the shaker.

He almost let her try it, really; but when her stomach pressed against the counter more than he was comfortable with, he found himself behind her in an instant, bringing the salt-shaker down for her.

The Senju sighed, resigning herself to having something like a servant for the next few months. He never let her do anything on her own. And after a testy shake or two, Hikaku sighed as well, handing it to her, “It’s empty anyway. We need more salt..”

After a moment of silence, he glanced up and Toka was gone, her pregnancy not having erased her prior years as a ninja.

He saw her with a basket in hand, waddling out the door, and Hikaku rushed to follow her, grabbing his wallet on the way out.

“I want food. Now.”

He couldn’t think of a worse time for the mood swings to kick in. In any other place, in any other way, it’d maybe be a little better than it was now.

A drop of sweat trickled down his face, “I’m working on it.”

Only, the fact that he actually wasn’t. Because literally what the hell did he know about good food? Nothing.

His wife’s chakra levels skyrocketed in fury, and the nearest marker owner dived to cower behind a stand.

Hikaku’s eyes followed him with a glower, “Give her food, ‘now’.”

It simply was not the time to be cowering in fear when a pregnant Toka wanted to destroy the whole shopping district out of hunger.

“But I--”

At the sight of Hikaku’s glare suddenly intensifying, the man quickly silenced himself and raised his hands submissively, allowing Toka to merrily fill her basket, eyes abruptly becoming joyful and cheeks suddenly flushing pink.

Once her basket was filled to the brim with all the shop’s avocados for whatever reason, she placed it in Hikaku’s arms and headed out. “Thank you!” She chirped, gracing the shop owner with a gentle smile before continuing on to another shop.

The man didn’t buy it, still cowering in fear when Hikaku slipped the payment on the counter with his free hand.

The Uchiha came out just in time to see Toka filling another basket--“Where did she get that?” He mumbled--with jars of peanut butter.

And slowly, as time passed, and one basket of peanut butter was suddenly two, and then three, and then five, Hikaku’s expression gradually became more and more fearful.

She was the one who cooked in the house -- he had no clue how to, after all -- and if this was all they were getting, this was all they’d be eating. He also had a feeling that his wallet would be too empty by the end of this to even hope for takeout ramen tonight.

By the end of the day, when the sun was setting and all her baskets were in his hands, Hikaku sighed when she finally agreed that, after picking up their daughter from Mito’s, it was time to go home.

...We didn’t even get any salt.

As it turned out, he was right.

That night, as the moonlight shone through the open window and illuminated their faces, Hikaku could only wear a pursed expression as his lover tried to coax him into eating the green monstrosity in her bowl.

Even he could cook better.

“Do we still have instant ramen?” He whispered to himself, looking to the cabinets with wonder.

She heard him and tilted her head to the side, “Why would you need instant ramen? Dinner’s right here.” Toka motioned to her bowl of mashed avocados and peanut butter, though it was snatched away by Momoka, who instantly started ravaging it.

Hikaku sent his daughter a thankful look. “Ah..”

“Momoka-chan, that’s bad,” Toka contradicted, setting another plate of mush in front of her husband, “Don’t eat other people’s food.”

Luckily, her cravings were stronger than her desire to share, and she emptied a whole pot of it already.

At that point, Hikaku was sure the entire house smelled like it. He wanted nothing more than to bathe and take his wife to bed, resting the day’s effects off, but she insisted that he eat her poison..

Grumbling under his breath, the Uchiha sent her a look, and she responded with the cutest expression she could find, putting a pair of chopsticks in his hand encouragingly.

“Do it.”

“Hm..” ...The moon was already high in sky, he noted. “Momo-chan needs to go to bed. We’ll have to save the rest for tomorrow.” Hikaku changed the subject, gesturing to the girl who was seated in his lap.

Toka only blinked, her dark hair cradling her pink face with gentleness, effectively making her pleading face all the the more convincing.

Unfortunately for her, Hikaku wasn’t giving in. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her pink and pouting lips, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

(Momoka squealed in glee when she fell face-first into her new favorite snack.)

“W-Wai-- Mm,” Getting caught up in his rare, spontaneous affections, Toka let go and reached for him in turn, trying to pull him closer.

It lasted for a minute before Hikaku decided the Momo was taking to slow to seal his escape by eating his way out. He leaned forward and, accidentally, nudged the plate off of the table.

It fell on the floor and broke in three parts, the food landing on the floor with the most disgusting splooching sound Hikaku had ever heard.

Toka broke away from him in turn, gasping in horror, “No! The plate! The Food!” Both her and her child--after looking up from licking the bowl completely clean--leaned over to pick it up.

However, as a pregnant woman in her eighth month, she couldn’t bend over to save her life. And Hikaku smiled down at his daughter in amusement, pulling her hands away gently before she could touch the sharp objects.

“Tsk tsk, don’t eat food from the floor. That’s dirty.” He advised his family, picking up his daughter with one arm as he stood from his seat. He set her on the opposite side of the table, by his wife, as he went to find the broom and a wet towel.

In only a few minutes, the entire thing was thrown away. Dinner was over.

With a pleased smirk, Hikaku stared down the trashcan at the food--no, at the trash, where it belonged.

Toka was whining in the background, still seated at the table, while Momo whined with her. Not for any particular reason, but because she liked to imitate her mother.

But looking at them, and the way their cheeks were flushed and they were hiding smiles, keeping an act up, Hikaku smiled when he realized that honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[aperennialflame]

magically appears and forms big shiny letters via her magic powers; "HikaToka" for the send me a ship meme

Give me a ship and I’ll tell you:

Who cooks:

toka

Who does the laundry and other chores:

hikaku

How many children do they have:

two

Who’s more dominate:

hikaku

Favorite nonsexual activity:

doing each other’s hair is a fun time, accompanied by light talking and sometimes snuggling

Their favorite place to be together:

under a certain peach tree ;)

Any traditions:

does their anniversary count?

Their “song”:

feast of starlight

What they do for each other on holidays:

they spend the day each other and try to surprise the other with a gift

Where did they go for their honeymoon:

Uzushiogakure

Where did they first meet:

under that “certain peach tree” (see above^^^^^)

Any pets:

an owl

What do they fight over:

clan matters and deep things where they’re bound to contradict each other due to being from opposing clans

Do they go on vacations, if so where:

they don’t usually go on vacations, but when they do, it’s in the Land of Whirlpools, in the Land of Snow, or in the Land of Waves

[aperennialflame]

"It’s a good thing I wore gloves today. Otherwise you’d be too hot to handle."

His eye twitches but he lightly blushes at the cheesy joke. Then, in an attempt to return the obvious compliment; “I still am, apparently, since you’re baking enough to have hot buns.”

He smirks in victory, ‘cause that was kinda good.