you wouldn't believe the traffic.
"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.}

theme

Iruka scoffed at the form, mind clouded with the reminder of their bitter ordeal. Shaking his head, he scratched violently on the paper, crumpling it in a rage before tossing it as far across the room as he could manage. Slumping onto his desk, he buried his face in his arms. 

His emergence had gone unnoticed, as had been a staple in the wake of their fight, and his curious examination of the other’s rather hatefully discarded trash left him aching in a way Kakashi could not ease. His lone eye softened, his masked expression falling as he studied the scratch left in the wake of iruka’s frustration.

'I don't deserve you.' The phrase struck him, leaving his fingers numb, echoing a familiar sentiment hissed by the snarling mouths that was his self loathing,

'not anymore.'

Kakashi’s jaw locked, and his temples throbbed. The ache had spread.

They needed to talk.

1 year ago / 6 notes / reblog?
Tagged with submission, irukas, MY HEART, Post Fight,
  1. sicktwistedaffairs said: //BRB DEAD.
  2. itachi--u said: YOU GUYS SUCK SO BAD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY
  3. kizuuato said: outoframen. And then there Nuu—
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