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"I am Hatake Kakashi. I have no intentions of telling you my likes and dislikes. As for my dream...I have a few hobbies. "

{In a relationship with Umino Iruka.}


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“I’m not fretting,” he answered, head turning away. In time to hide the faint, pained look that flashed across his eyes. “I’m just—” Insecure. Nervous. Aching. Sorry. “…cold.”

The look was fleeting, an instant flash, but he spied the very real hints of lingering pain, of apprehension that could only have come in the wake of their dispute. Kakashi inhaled slowly, calming the surge of thoughts that came to him at the very memory of their fight—the memory of Iruka’s screaming face, the venom—What a day that had been.

Kakashi tightened his grip, caressing the pad of his freed thumb along the side of Iruka’s tangled hand with an idle touch. He felt the air about them warm with a yearning, a spike of palpable sense of longing to understand what emotions flushed beneath the surface of his partner’s skin.

Perhaps they would benefit well from their walk.

"Talk to me, Iruka." His voice was calm and steady, as though coaxing a child, "It’s ok."

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  1. irukas said: Kakashi’s touch was so gentle, so tender, as though they’d never fought at all. His words were soft and sweet, encouraging and calming. But did he really mean it? Or was he just pitying him? “—I’m sorry,” he murmured, head ducking in obvious shame.
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