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TO. KŌUSUBJECT. ( no subject ) KOU !!! DID YOU NE
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‘ uh – you’re just… high, ___. ’
“----!!” Alarmed, Gai stoops to grab Kou’s shoulders and look her in the eye. “I do not take drugs, Kou-san! What could have given you that impression? Are my eyes red?”
whispers can i send in a brotp prompt pls
• who steals french fries off the other’s plate— KAKASHI. Not that Kou doesn’t intimidate Kakashi and therefor making him forget his manners it’s just that… No, no. It’s that. He will 100% lean his arm on the others head and just help himself.
• who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple—KOU. Affection is not a jutsu that Kakashi has mastered.
• who has to bust or bail the other out of jail—KAKASHI. With how small Kou is, she’s usually questioned upon going in to the bar for Jounin Taco Night. It doesn’t end well for the questioner. Settle down, small thing.• who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues—KOU. She’s one of the few people Kakashi will open up about Iruka to.
• who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes—KAKASHI. Has he ever mentioned that Kou’s small frame makes it easy (at least, in his head) to mess with her? Because it entertains him endlessly.
• who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk—KOU. To which Kakashi does not argue at all.
• who starts and who wins the pillow fights—KOU starts. KAKASHI wins. No further explanation needed tbh.
• who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush—KOU. She doesn’t usually make a point to poke fun at her fellow Jounin, but y'know. Sometimes a person just can’t help themselves. Especially after seeing the way Kakashi turns bright red and stutters.
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王女 ━━━━ ☾ ● “ oh ! i’m sorry . . . ! “
sweat dripped from her forehead, calloused fingers going to sweep her hair quickly out of her face. she must have lost track of time . . .
“ a-are you here to train ? ? b-because i can be finished if you need the field, sensei. . . ! “
Aaaa yay! Blog's here, smolsensei!
Welcome to the group! I can’t wait to see what you will add to it.~
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ᴷᶦˢᵃᵐᵉ'ˢ ᵖʳᵉʸ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦᶰᵍ ʷᵉᵃᵏᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵉᵃᵏᵉʳ, ᶰᵒʷ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃ ˢᶦᵐᵖᶫᵉ ᴶᵒᶰᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵘᶰᵗᶦᶰᵍ⋅ ˢᶦᶰᶜᵉ ᴵᵗᵃᶜʰᶦ'ˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ, ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᶫᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵘˢᶦᶰᵍ ᴷᶦˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳᵃᵖ ᵘᵖ ᶫᵒᵒˢᵉ ᵉᶰᵈˢ ʷʰᶦᶫᵉ ˢᵉᶰᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵘᶰᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᶦᶫᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ'ˢ⋅ ᴷᶦˢᵃᵐᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᶰᶦᶰʲᵃ ʷʰᵒ ᶠᵒᶫᶫᵒʷᵉᵈ ʰᶦˢ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶫᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᶦᵈᶰ'ᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵃᵍᵍʳᵃᵛᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᶦᶰ ʰᶦˢ ᵐᶦᶰᵈ⋅ ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠᵒᵒᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉᶰ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳᵗʰʸ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᶦᶰᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵃᶫ⋅
ᴴᶦˢ ᵃʳᵐ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗʸ ˢʷᶦᶰᵍ, ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʰᵉ'ᵈ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᶫᵉᵐᵉᶰᵗ ᵒᶠ ˢᵘʳᵖʳᶦˢᵉ ᵒᶰ ʰᶦˢ ˢᶦᵈᵉ ᶦᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵐᵃᶰ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠᵃˢᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ᵍᶫᵃᶰᶜᵉ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ⋅ ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᵒʳ ᴷᶦˢᵃᵐᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵘᶰᵈᵉʳᵉˢᵗᶦᵐᵃᵗᵉ ʰᶦˢ ᵒᵖᵖᵒᶰᵉᶰᵗˢ⋅ ˢᵃᵐᵉʰᵃᵈᵃ ᶜʳᵃˢʰᵉᵈ ᶦᶰᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᵗʰᵘᶰᵈᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ᵇᶫᵒʷ, ʳᶦᵖᵖᶦᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᶦᵗ ˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵏ ᵃˢ ᵉᵃˢᶦᶫʸ ᵃˢ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵖᵃᵖᵉʳ⋅ ʸᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶰᵈᵃᵍᵉˢ ʳᵉᵐᵃᶦᶰᵉᵈ ᵒᶰ⋅ ˢᵐᵃᶫᶫ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᶠᵒᶜᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴶᵒᶰᶦᶰ, ᵃ ᵍʳᶦᶰ ᵒᶠ ʳᵃᶻᵒʳˢ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍʳᵉᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶰ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵉ ᵉʸᵉᵈ⋅ "ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ᶠᵃˢᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉᵐ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ'ᶫᶫ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶫᵒᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵘʳᵛᶦᵛᵉ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰˢᵗ ᵐᵉ⋅ ᴷᵉʰ⋅⋅⋅ ᴰᵒ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵉᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᵐᵉᵃᶫ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ⋅"
ᴴᶦˢ ᵃʳᵐ ʷᵃˢ ᵖᵒᶦˢᵉᵈ, ᵈᵉˢᵖᶦᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃˢˢᶦᵛᵉ ˢᶦᶻᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵖᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴷᶦˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵇᶫᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒᶦˢᵗ ᶦᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʰᶦˢ ˢʰᵒᵘᶫᵈᵉʳ ᵒᶰᶜᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗᵒᵗᵃᶫ ᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ˢʷᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶫᵉ ᵒᶰᶜᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ⋅
TACKLE HUGS IN THE FORM OF A RKO
baaaAAAAAAAAB!!!!!
In response to Gai's sneeze, the tiny jonin aggressively throws a box of tissues straight at his face from across the office. Think fast, friend.
To be fair, his hands do make contact with the box. It just doesn’t retain contact. The box leaps about in his fumbling hands for a bit before it crashes to the floor, a little squashed in his attempts to catch it.
[SNIFF]