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Love Notes - How bad at flirting can you be?

2nd chapter: He just gets worse

You just wanted to keep your head down. You really did. Unfortunately, Kakashi's mere presence makes your blood boil; though, his actions are even more infuriating.

Hey there ^^

Second chapter, and I'm really happy how the first chapter worked out. Let's see if you guys like the second chapter as much as the first one :D

~ X ~

The notes continued, after you pinned a bright green stick-note to the upper rim of the monitor, making sure that everyone passing by could see it. You even drew a little smiley in the middle of it. When you left, you gave your note an encouraging nod. The next day, the note was gone, replaced by another, innocent note with a few more encouraging words which made you smile into your hands, before you looked around to see if you would catch someone in the act of watching you.

No one was even looking into your vague direction, too busy doing their assigned tasks.

Over the weeks following, you had lots of time to assemble a little pile of beautifully written, carefully folded and nicely worded small letters. You kept all of them in the small box in your desk, secured and only opened when you added the latest one. These messages of positivity, shy compliments and sometimes even little doodles oozed some kind of old charm to you. The writer obviously didn’t want to tell you his identity, and as far as you were concerned, you had no idea if he even hinted at it either. Too new, too inexperienced on inside jokes between the older colleagues. Sometimes, the notes were just a sentence long, a simple compliment to your work or wishing you a good day. Sometimes, they would be longer, describing little habits of yours and becoming nearly poetical in their compliments which would’ve been creepy if you hadn’t given the writer permission to send you further notes and if the compliments weren’t always borderline cute and innocent, never distasteful or bordering on crude.

On really special days, you would open a note and find a little drawing doodled on the paper. Mostly different dogs in funny little vests, sometimes flowers, and sometimes even rough sketches of people around the office in different poses. These were your favorite. The doodles, despite looking rough and like they were done in great haste, had a distinctive style and beauty to them.

While your bond with the secret note-writer grew and blossomed, the relationship with the goddamn arrogant bastard (a personal favorite of yours when you complained about his newest idiocy to Anko, Kurenai and Shizune) worsened and the already hard feelings between the two of you only seemed to harden with every argument. Your compilations of information on other marketing bureaus, reports, files, past campaigns you worked on, every little bit and piece of work you ever had done, Hatake seemed to know about and use it to get on your nerves, criticizing and making sly remarks at every opportunity he got. Sometimes, you even had the feeling he went out of his way to be a massive, annoying inconvenience especially for you when it came to your workload, but you couldn’t believe Kakashi would really sabotage any work-related tasks. Not even he would stoop that low, and you also had the feeling that the bastard respected Minato too, more than to actually mess with any of your files. He just criticized them, plucked them apart bit by bit, until you second-guessed yourself more than actually doing what you were paid for.

You hated Kakashi even more for that.

Not only that, though. No, that would’ve been too easy for the massive pain in your ass (a close second insult).

~ X ~

Every good office had this one room. This one room, praised and frequently visited by every person on the same floor and, sometimes, even several floors. Often small enough to not fit more than four or five people inside, but big enough to have a little kitchen counter, a microwave and the holiest grail: the coffee machine.

At Konohagakure Marketing, the coffee machine was an old and clunky thing. On a regular basis, the monstrosity would spit hot water while brewing a new can of coffee, the sounds the thing omitted in general could be described as ‘devilish’ and ‘unearthly’, and whoever had the misfortune to have to clean the coffee machine when it wouldn’t budge nor move (mostly happening in the afternoon, when it already had a few hours of work on its back), would have to deal with some kind of unidentifiable grease and coffee grounds stuck to their hands. Of course, that meant no one exactly wanted to deal with that particular task. Eventually, though, when the coffee wouldn’t flow anymore, it had to be done.

When you stumbled a few days after the headbutting with Kakashi into the small coffee corner, you prayed to the heavens that there was still enough coffee left. Cleaning the monster would take some time; time you definitely didn’t have today.

Luckily, there was still enough coffee left for approximately two more cups. Unfortunately, when you stepped into the room, someone else was already in there, a coffee can in one hand and one cup in the other.

“Hey.” Your smile couldn’t have fooled the blindest of blind people, and surely not Kakashi. He didn’t seem to mind, throwing an unworried, undisturbed smile back at you.

“Hello there. Also on the hunt for coffee?”

“Yeah.” The kitchen cabinets were almost overloaded with porcelain in different states. Most cups were just boring; white and with the stylized leaf of the office printed on one side. There were a few personal cups, though, and hell was raised if anyone else, but the owners of these cups were spotted using them. Quickly, you angled yours out of the cabinet, a huge and bright-red cup with white polka dots printed all over the surface.

Someone had moved your cup, though. Usually, you kept your cup on the lowest shelf of the cupboard, comfortably in your reach. Today, someone seemed to deeply hate you, placing the cup on the highest shelf and even pushing it a bit back. From your position, you could barely make out the edges.

You could feel Kakashi’s amusement in your back as you stared full of deserved hatred upwards, at the porcelain so far out of your reach that it also could be on another planet. Alright, that was a bit far-fetched, but still.

“Need a hand?” he asked.

Help? From him? Before you could control yourself, you snorted. “Thanks, but no, thanks.”

Kakashi shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

You could hear his smug grin even over the pouring of coffee into porcelain. Like every so often, whenever he even looked into your direction, your eyes would automatically roll into the back of your head. Damn, you really couldn’t believe you used to look up to him. Sure, his work was without a doubt marvelous and praise-worthy, but all in all, humanly speaking, Hatake was just one of millions of douchebags. Nothing worthy to be sad and hung up over.

Fine. Fine. You would get your mug. No problem.

Thankfully, you wore a pair of jeans today. This would’ve been even more embarrassing with a skirt or dress. Like you had done so every single day of your life, you swung your knee onto the kitchen counter. One testing jump, then the other knee followed. Instantly, your head was at the same level as the highest shelf. From there on, it was child’s play to get your mug and safely slip down to stand again full of triumphant satisfaction in front of the pain in your neck.

“Impressive.” Hatake’s voice was just as impassive as always. “Now, a sideways flick-flack with a screw-landing backwards.”

“I’m still working for a marketing company, not for a circus.”

“Strange. You look like a clown to me.”

How dare he-! Biting heat swirled through your stomach, rose into your chest and up into your head. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, drowning everything else out. How dare he insulted you like this! That was it, he couldn’t insult you like that and not expect you to run to Minato like…

Like a schoolgirl running to the teacher and snitching on her classmates.

As the new one, that wouldn’t shine a good light on you. Not a team player, you heard a mock-version of Minato’s voice say, deep in the back of your mind, not able to take a little jest.

Minato would never say that. He would take an official complaint seriously, even when it would come from you. However, the doubt was planted in your brain. Like that, you just gripped the handle of your cup tighter, tensing your jaw until you could nearly feel your teeth crack.

Hatake raised a single eyebrow, lazy in his execution and mocking in his expression. “Nothing to say? How disappointing.”

Before you could retort something, anything would be great, he stepped into your personal space. No preamble or warning. Just an invasion, straight up, unbothered by the close contact. Damn, his chest was nearly molded to yours! How could he do that without an inkling of shame or embarrassment?

Instinctively, you drew your shoulders upwards, cupping the mug close to your chest. Hell, his legs were softly pressing against your upper thighs, the rims of his hoodie were falling around your body! Was he doing that to ruffle your feathers? To unnerve you?

Well, if that is his intention, then it’s fucking working!

With wide eyes, you only stare at Hatake, how he reached upwards, behind your head. Caught between the kitchen counter and the man, you couldn’t escape, only look up at the neckline of his dark V-shirt, the long, pale neck, the sharp jaw, the little dark spot just below his mouth… All of that was so close, pleasantly accompanied by the warm, slightly sharp, slightly sweet scent of some kind of deodorant and natural smell.

Suddenly, he looked down, little creases around his eyes, amusement curling his lips into the sliver of a smile. “Is that here a problem?”

You could only shake your head in a terribly weak manner (only later, you would realize that and scold yourself).

His little cocky smile widened, the corners of his mouth curling even further. And wasn’t that a dimple in his cheek? “Good.”

And then he was gone, while you could only stand there and cling to your mug like your life depended on it. Your brain seemed to be paralyzed, short-circuited, simply frozen without a chance to recover soon.

Hatake now held two mugs instead of one in his hands, placed one of them beside you on the corner, and raised the can to the empty mug. “Nice. How kind, that you let me empty the can and want to clean the coffee machine. Such a collegial coworker.”

The curtain lifted. Quickly, you rewind the conversation you just had, trying to find out when the hell did you give permission to Hatake to take all the coffee?

Wait… Is that here a problem? Did he really…?

You jerked up. “Wait! I never agreed to this!”

“Too late.” Surprisingly fast, Hatake had emptied out the can to the very last drop. With both of his hands occupied as he grabbed the other mug, he waved with one of his little fingers at you, all closed eyed, fake smiles and sheer arrogance. You really wanted to break the stupid finger in the exact moment when the fucker left the kitchen, the smugness radiating from him in fucking waves.

Slowly, you released your death grip around your mug. Finger for finger, until you placed the porcelain with an audible sigh on the counter. Then, your eyes wandered to the coffee machine, the empty can, and the unmistakable sign right above the machine: Please refill the coffee for everyone when the can is empty!

Kakashi planned this. You were halfway sure. And when the darn thing didn’t want to work, and you had to suffer through the excruciating cleaning process (the grease was everywhere, beneath your fingernails up to your wrists, some spots even made their way to the sleeves of your jacket) you wanted to scream and shout, trash this stupid machine and trash Hatake with it in the next best trash bin.

~ X ~

I know it sounds sappy, but when I see your smile at any time of the day, I instantly feel better. I could have the shittiest day ever, and you and your smile would always be able to brighten it up. I never had a reason to be excited to come to work, but since you work here, I’m actually looking forward to coming in. Even the boss is surprised to see me so much, when I usually work from home.

Be prepared to be swamped with Thank-You cards from him.

PS: Your cursing at the coffee machine could be heard on the entire floor. It was terribly cute.

~ X ~

This morning was such bullshit. First, the train line you used to commute was late to begin with, then the train you waited twenty extra minutes for broke down three stations before you would’ve jumped off and on top of that, it started to rain five minutes into your walk. Soaked, with blisters at your small toes from running in shoes you weren’t used to run in, and with a coffee spot on your jeans you hadn’t noticed when pulling this pair over your legs this morning, your day couldn’t get any worse.

You instantly revised that opinion when you entered the foyer of Konohagakure Marketing. Yes, this morning still had the potential to become even worse, just by the sight of Kakashi lingering around the front table and flirting with the secretary there. One arm casually draped over the glassy surface of the modern, cutting-edge counter, his entire body leaning against it and his bored, black eyes instantly flying over to you when you entered; a personified, wet, dripping mess. In total comparison to his outer depiction of calmness, coolness and charismatic self.

Gods, you hated this man with every fucking fiber of your frustrated, late and exhausted being.

“Oh, (Y/N).” If possible, Kakashi leaned even more onto the counter, while the blonde secretary couldn’t rip her eyes away from the view right in front of her. “What’s up?”

“Nothing which would be your business.” With a growl, you brushed past him. Though, steps in your back told you that today, Hatake only wanted to add to your terrible mood.

“You’re so mean to me,” he whined, yes, whined at you, all the while dramatically gesturing around like he acted out one of the great Shakespearean tragedies, “when I just politely inquired to know how your day has treated you so far.”

“My day,” you started, growling lowly in the back of your throat and still trying to hang onto your control to not snap at your senior like he deserved, “has been a little bit stressful. Thank you for asking.”

“Maa, no problem.” He had the audacity to shrug, hands in the pockets of his tight-fitted jeans and the edges of his black knitted cardigan revealing the soft-looking fabric of the grey t-shirt underneath. You hated this outfit. Yes, you hated how much you liked to see it on him. Kakashi looked comfy, drowning in the soft wool, ready to fall asleep or walk over the runaway of Paris. One of these things, at least. One look at the secretary, and you knew she was of the same opinion. Her eyes were still glued to Kakashi’s back, sparkles glittering in her iris and something akin to childish wonder radiating from her.

You turned around again and snorted under your breath. Yeah. Pathetic.

Hey. Only a few days ago, you would’ve made the same heart-eyes if THE Kakashi Hatake would’ve talked to you.

At the end of the room was an elevator and to the right the door leading into the staircase. Most days, you would take the stairs, as the bureau was only two levels above, but some days, you were as lazy as you could be and called the elevator. Today was definitely such a day. You deserved this elevator ride. Before you could reach out to the button to call it, Kakashi had pulled a hand from his pockets and pushed it, all the while smiling.

Suspicious. Your eyes squinted, but you let it go. “Thank you.”

The smiling wrinkles around his eyes deepened. “No problem.”

Silently, you waited for the elevator. Only a low hum of Kakashi vibrated in the air. If you weren’t mistaken, it was In the End by Linkin Park.

You hadn’t taken Hatake as someone who would listen to Linkin Park. Another suspicious glance into his direction, then you concentrated onto the closed door of the elevator once more. Just a few more seconds, then you could hopefully dry a little bit in the security of the office. Just a tiny bit further, you could already hear the whirring of the elevator coming closer, the tiniest bit of luxury on this terrible, exhausting day.

A soft ‘ding’ alerted you, and really, the doors slid open. But before you could only take a single step inside the elevator, the shuffling in your back told you something was coming and that you wouldn’t like it.

“Kakashiiiiiii, let me come with you!” Apparently, over the last few minutes, you became invisible. Otherwise, you couldn’t explain how the secretary just pushed quite rudely past you, knocking against your elbow. Your bag, already slightly askew on your wet shoulder, completely lost its footing. In slow motion, you could feel how the bag dropped to the ground, but were still unable to stop it. Only when the noise of splattered food, water and the miserable rest of your good mood of this day reached your ears, you looked down. There, your personal life spread out on the floor, while the chatty secretary just wrinkled her nose at the chaos she created, before grabbing Kakashi’s arm, who stood wide-eyed at the crime scene.

“Let’s go,” the dumb blonde whined and tugged at his sleeve, “you still have to tell me about what happened with the butter and the…” She giggled in an apparently cute way, but the only thing which happened was that you had the feeling a little tinnitus pierced through your brain.

Surprisingly, though, Kakashi didn’t immediately take off. Instead, as you crouched down to hastily collect your stuff while worrying what you would eat for lunch today, he also sank to his knees.

“Don’t bother,” you growled as his hands reached for your soaked purse, “better stay with your new friend to make sure she doesn’t get lost upstairs.”

The subtle hint wasn’t lost on Kakashi. If you weren’t mistaken, small wrinkles of amusement formed around his eyes, before he nodded and moved upwards again. “If you insist.”

“Yes, I fuck-! I insist.” You were already raking through the mess, trying to make out what was still usable and what wasn’t, but only the quick shuffle of feet and the continued whining of the dumb secretary suddenly stopping, cut off by the soft closing of the elevator doors, told you that even the little bit of luxury you hoped today for was lost.

And even though this time, he wasn’t completely at fault, you couldn’t help it. You loathed Kakashi even more for being the flirtatious, obnoxious piece of shit he was outside and inside.

~ X ~

I’m sorry you had such a shitty morning. I’m sorry, but I think nobody didn’t hear how you complained to Anko about all the misfortune happening to you. Rightfully so. Maybe tomorrow though, the world is a little bit brighter. And even though I hope my notes are a small window to some sunshine of tomorrow, I wouldn’t dare to assume that.

I just hope the coffee I made for you warms you a bit up after all you’ve been through today. No worries, it’s just like you take it. I asked around. I swear, I’m not stalking you! >-<

~ X ~

However, it didn’t stop at taking the last bits of coffee or stealing the elevator when you already started into a shit day. No, Kakashi’s pettiness knew no limits and unluckily, you hadn’t experienced the true extent of said pettiness yet.

Every day, work would start with a meeting to discuss ongoing projects, clients and other things which came along with marketing. Sometimes, there was nothing to discuss and Namikaze would use these meetings to congratulate everyone for their hard work and would send his subordinates on their merry way, with a just as merry smile on his face.

Today was not such a day.

These kinds of meetings were usually held inside one of the bigger conference rooms, where most of the marketeers, designers and whoever worked even remotely at Konoha Marketing would find a place to sit. Namikaze would usually stand, while you preferred to find a seat at the other side of the room to melt into the rows and rows of faces looking up at him. Usually, Kakashi wouldn’t even be present, and if he was present, he wouldn’t even try to hide the earbuds playing eerily loud music.

As stated, today was not a usual day. Already when you came into the room, chatting with Anko and Kurenai over your shoulders, you spotted Kakashi. The asshole was silently whispering with Namikaze, earbuds nowhere in sight and a stack of papers in front of him. Immediately, a nauseous queasiness spread through your stomach. Something wasn’t right here, and the feeling only intensified when Kakashi suddenly looked up and met your eyes. A teasing little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and when he nodded, merely a little lift of his chin, your heart plummeted right through the floor.

Panicked, you reached for Anko’s arm while she went ahead to grab your usual seats. “Get me out of here!”

She turned her head. “What the fuck?”

“Kakashi schemes something, I can feel it!”

“Since when are you an antenna for his brain?”

With the desperation of a dying woman, you tugged at Anko’s sleeve. “I just know,” you hissed, “I just fucking know he’s up to something, okay? Please, get me out of here before Namikaze starts the meeting, I don’t want to-!”

However, you realized it was too late when Namikaze stood up from his chair and coughed, catching easily the entire attention of the room. He just had that little special spark which was able to entice an entire room of energetic, creative adults.

Paying someone’s salary did that.

Jokes aside, Minato Namikaze was just that charismatic. He had the expertise, the skills and was still humble, despite having founded one of the leading marketing companies in the entire country. Not the fake-humble some people loved to put on to show off at charity events and publicity stunts. Namikaze still felt real. Just one of the reasons why you didn’t hesitate when you noticed there was an open position on his team.

“Attention, please.” Even his smile was like the sun itself as he looked around the room, seemingly looking at everyone around like he was their friend, and he was in the middle of hosting a potluck dinner. “Alright, we have lots of work to do in the next few months. We finally got the confirmation that Akatsuki will work with us again for their next spring campaign, there are three rebranding tasks fresh in our care and the city council also wanted to talk with us about possibly creating an internet presence worth following, but I digress. Lots of work, that’s what I’m saying here. Kakashi, Akatsuki wanted you again on board for their campaign. I expect only the very best.”

Unusually serious, the younger man nodded. “Yes. I’m on it.”

“The team around you and Akatsuki will consist of Kurenai, Asuma, Gai, Genma, Anko and (Y/N). Any questions?”

Working on the same team with Hatake. For a brief moment, you closed your eyes and tried not to cry out in sheer and utter frustration at the thought of having to work with the adult-sized toddler that supposed genius actually was. It would be hell, you were already sure. More of his constant criticism of your work, more “funny” pranks he considered nothing but a joke but would be a massive pain in the ass to deal with, not to talk about the antics he would throw while he was supposed to seriously work with you.

Then, you opened your eyes from the short reprieve and coincidentally found yourself looking at Hatake, who just happened to scoff weakly and roll his eyes. His eyes met yours and once more, his eyes rolled upwards.

Your stomach sank, and you could feel heat rising up to your face. And to top it off, you realized Minato also heard the quiet scoff and had stopped to look at Kakashi with a slightly concerned, slightly disbelieving stare.

“Care to tell us your concerns?” your boss asked.

This does not end well. I can feel it.

Kakashi leaned back into his chair, all calm confidence and superiority complex at once, arms crossed and chin raised. “Just some worries when it comes to the accuracy of the necessary information. I have to say, the reports which I’ve received lately were peppered with inaccurate details and unnecessary parts I personally don’t agree with.”

An attack directly aimed at you. If possible, you grew even redder and slouched into your chair. There was just no other way to see it; you were the latest addition to Konohagakure Marketing, the newest member, the weak link so to speak. Not to talk about that some of Kakashi’s complaints had been heard by other people already who weren’t exactly stupid and probably were figuring out in this very second who exactly Kakashi was talking about.

It wasn’t exactly hard, anyway.

Minato merely raised a single eyebrow. “Really? Personally, I think the quality of the reports have improved over the last months. Also, I think you also mentioned a few days ago how one of these “unnecessary” new parts actually helped you to add a nice little detail to an ongoing campaign the client liked and pointed out. So, I can’t quite understand your criticism now.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Very carefully, you peaked up from your lap and looked around. More than one person looked at Kakashi and almost all of them had not-so-sneaky grins on their faces at seeing the aloof man getting smacked in the face with his own hypocrisy. Well, you didn’t expect Minato to speak up on your behalf, but now that he did, you couldn’t be more grateful. When his crystal-clear, blue eyes quickly flickered over, you nodded sharply. Minato nodded back, merely a weak twitch of his chin, before winking at you.

Yes, you weren’t above admitting that your boss was a good-looking and also happily married man. Nevertheless, that wink added a few years to your lifetime, which Hatake had stolen before with his stupid antics.

Fuck him. Fuck Hatake. He really tries to make me look stupid in front of the entire team!

Nothing came back from the lanky man, who lowered his hand not quite in shame, but to stare at his notebook with an unreadable expression you didn’t know if you should be worried about or not.

“Any more questions?” Minato looked around, his cornflower-blue eyes daring anyone to speak up. No one did. “Alright. Now, with that out of the way, I would like to turn towards the rebranding tasks-!”

You stared blindly at the top of the table, unable to see anything. Even Anko’s slight tugs on your sleeve didn’t disturb your intense concentration, nor did the glances all your colleagues gifted you from time to time, still curious about the bureau drama Kakashi started. The realization only sunk now in, what exactly he had done.

He doubted your work in front of everyone. And even when Minato defended you, even if Kakashi disproved his own doubts, the other colleagues would probably always keep his complaints in mind while working with you. A stigma you would carry with you for as long as you would work with all of these people.

Only barely, you managed to keep your tears inside. It took your sharp fingernails digging into the soft tissue of your palm, but you managed, and that was everything which counted. One thought crystallized itself clearly out of the emotional mess inside your head.

Fuck Kakashi Hatake. Fuck Kakashi Hatake. Fucking fuck Kakashi fucking shit-stained Hatake.

You had no idea if he was still hung up on your little act of defiance of not bringing him coffee when it wasn’t part of your job description. It definitely seemed like it. However, it was a matter of fact that he took it too far. He attacked you in front of the entire room of colleagues and your boss, doubted your work morale and results and thus, tried to push you off of his group which would work as a highly influential marketing campaign for Akatsuki. Experience, connections and the chance to see your ideas on the biggest billboards around the city. There wasn’t a better stepping stone for a marketeer career, and Kakashi fucking knew that. He knew, and took it upon himself to put you in a bad spot from the get go.

He had been nothing but an inconvenience up until now. Nothing but an annoying asshole, bearable despite all the tricks and traps he was planning to make your life at Konohagakure Marketing miserable. But now, he went for your job, and that was unforgivable.

Mentally, you made a note to write a statement for Namikaze, maybe even report Hatake for harassment, bullying, whatever. Just a paper trail would be good at this point, to prove you tried to use official means to fend off his stupid pranks.

Only Anko noticed your inner turmoil. Not a lot of people knew she was quick in picking up the smallest of cues, shrugged her even off as a mere brash woman who laughed too loudly and made crude jokes, but underneath all of that was a perceptive and almost annoyingly sharp, loyal friend. She noticed your sudden silence and how you withdrew from the meeting inside your own head.

A finger softly poked into your folded hands. “Hey,” her whisper was for once silent enough to only be heard by you two, “everything good?”

You nodded weakly. Of course, Anko didn’t buy that.

“You sure?”

Again, you nodded. Merely a faint lowering of your chin, but you nodded. Anko threw a last worried glance into your direction, poked your hands again with a tenderness which almost made you cry out loud, before turning back her attention to the meeting and Minato.

At this point, you were through a whirlwind of emotions and probably would’ve gone through many, many more. However, you made the mistake of looking up, right up into Kakashi’s face. His silver eyebrows were drawn together, dark eyes set on you and met yours when you glanced at him, arms crossed in front of his chest and like always effortlessly looking like he just fell out of bed, in the unbearably attractive kind of way.

When your eyes met, your dread and sorrow suddenly turned into fiery-hot rage and anger. How dare he. How dare he look all concerned and worried now, when the damage was already done. He couldn’t take his words back, nor could make the people around him forget he had spoken them. How dare he look like he regretted now what he had done.

You sent Kakashi your best “I would kill you if it was legal”-glare. Immediately, he whipped his head away, ears red and long, elegant fingers spinning an expensive looking pencil round and round.

A paper trail. Preferably yesterday. Your fingers shook ever so slightly as you wrote a short note for yourself in barely readable chicken-scratch onto the very edge of your notepad. Right after this meeting was over, you had to speak with Minato in private. You just had to. Who knew what Kakashi was also capable of when he was also willing to endanger your career over some kind of petty revenge he was hellbent on pushing to the maximum level. This was ridiculous, to be completely honest. There was no reason for him to be such a little bitch, for the lack of a better word, about something so small as disturbing him at the wrong time once and not immediately falling to his feet.

No one else had this kind of problem with him. Was it because you were new, maybe? To show you your place once and for all?

At the silly thought, you snorted to yourself. Again, Hatake’s eyes instantly flashed over, flickering up and down and getting stuck at your hand still holding your pen.

Fuck him, you thought. Ever so gently, you uncurled and curled your fingers until only your middle finger was holding the pen, the other fingers balled into a tight, white-knuckled fist. You knew he understood, just by the way the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes deepened by a margin, before Hatake turned his full attention once more to Minato.

Fucking bastard. Arrogant prick. Stupid asshole.

For the rest of the meeting, you tried to concentrate on your boss explaining and relaying more crucial information about incoming jobs, but your mind kept on drifting elsewhere. More specifically, to the confusing, infuriating, annoying man who continued to rob your last nerve.

Not like there was much to understand.

It was no coincidence you were idling a bit around after the meeting, shuffling your notebook over the table and playing with your pen to the point Anko threw worried glances at you as she stood up.

“Everything alright, girl? You’re starting to worry me there. Is it a psychotic breakdown?”

“Not yet, Anko. Not quite there yet.” Banter with your colleague came easily to you, but your eyes always followed Minato’s movements. He was still talking to the bastard, all smiles and sunshine and bright happiness. Seriously, it was almost unbearable to watch them both.

How unfair was that? Both men were ridiculously attractive. In fact, all people in this marketing firm were ridiculously attractive, even Gai a level above! In his own special way, but he also got a little fan club as much as you were aware (and Anko was part of it, you were pretty sure).

Made you wonder a bit why you were hired, as it seemed that there was a hiring requirement you didn’t fulfill.

Finally, Hatake just nodded while turning away from his boss. Strangely enough, he gave you a last lingering look before leaving the conference room as well. Time for you to attack, or more like, speak with Minato yourself. Who knew what kind of unreasonable concerns he would bring up now?

“Hey there,” your boss smiled warmly over the table while you gathered the last bits of your belongings, “Is everything alright?”

“Why shouldn’t it be?”

Minato clicked his tongue. “Ah, just a little bird told me about a certain tension in my office. And that you and my s-! Kakashi are involved.”

“You heard us.” Just a flat statement, because there couldn’t be another way. Fuck, his office was right there, right beside Hatake’s, and the “tension” between you and him were really not a secret anymore.

Never was, to be exact.

You tried to look ashamed, even when a small part of you just wanted to defend yourself. It wasn’t your fault Hatake was an asshole. It wasn’t your fault he always tried to rile you up. It wasn’t your fucking fault, Hatake thought endangering your job was funny or something.

In comparison, Minato was more open than you. Blood creeped up into his face as he smiled once more, clearly ashamed for spitting the truth just out instead of clothing the harsh words into nicer clothes. “I admit, Kakashi is sometimes… difficult. Only the gods know what goes on inside of him, and I won’t even pretend that I will ever understand some of his antics. But I also won’t tolerate him bullying new employees. That is not alright, nor would I ever accept that kind of thing in my company.”

Reassuring, kind words. Definitely what you needed from your boss, but that alone didn’t seem like it would be enough.

“Are you sure that will work on Hatake?” The question was faster out than you intended. When Minato’s piercing blue eyes met yours, you held his gaze, but quickly moved on before his gaze would burn you on the spot. “I mean, I don’t know. He seems like he won’t take any criticism seriously.”

At that, Minato’s gaze darkened. Darkened to the point, he didn’t seem like the same relaxed, happy person you knew for a few months now. Goosebumps peppered their way down your arms, and you barely kept yourself from rubbing them through the sleeves.

“Believe me, (Y/N). I will make sure he will stop his behavior from now on. Rest assured.”

You decided further discussion wasn’t worth the potential trouble. So, you merely nodded and fled the room, not sure if the talk went well or disastrously wrong.

~ X ~

You couldn’t believe it. Again, your eyes raked over the slightly disorganized rows inside the fridge. Like every morning, you had placed the Tupperware with your soup right in the top row, beside Shizune’s salad, Anko’s massive bowl of pasta and Kurenai’s elegant box with her healthy bento, lovingly prepared by Asuma (even though he always denied any involvement).

It should be there. You were absolutely sure you placed it inside the fridge, like every fucking day.

Again, you closed the fridge, only to open the door immediately after. Like your soup would magically appear out of thin air, even though you already tried that particular move two times already.

Well, three times were the charm. But yet again, you had to stare at the suspicious gap between Tupperware boxes and did not know where your soup went.

“Fuck,” you grunted under your breath as you closed the fridge for the final time. Someone just straight up took your lunch. Your labeled lunch. Just… fantastic. Very unlikely to see it again.

However, just when you went back to your desk to get your purse to go out and buy an overpriced lunch at one of the small hip cafés downstairs, you spotted something disturbing. Something which made your blood boil, to the point of stopping right in your tracks, staring wildly for a second, only to charge forward like a bull who just spotted a red flag.

“I’ve had enough! I fucking have it!”

Shaking in anger, heart pounding in your chest, you stormed over to Kakashi’s desk. This absolute fucker had his shitty headphones on, innocently staring at his asshole-PC while spooning some goddamn soup into his mouth.

Your soup. Out of your Tupperware. Which you placed in the office fridge, in your labeled area of the fridge.

Enough was enough. There was a fine line which Kakashi just crossed, which his previous offenses didn’t. The coffee, the elevator, even the fucking meeting where he had to begrudgingly accept your presence on his team by his boss’ order were still inside a very specific area you could forgive to an extent. Were you holding a grudge against him? Hell, fuck yes. Would you like to screw him over like he deserved? Of course not. You talked with Minato, he nodded and said he would speak to Hatake, but that was it. Nothing came out of it but tense, clipped conversation between you and him in every damned team meeting he held over the new Akatsuki-campaign.

But stealing your food? The one thing you brought from your own home, placed in your area in the fridge, and he had the fucking audacity to steal it with his grabby little lithe hands.

(The attractive asshole.)

Right in front of his desk, you came to a stop. He didn’t look up, even though you just knew he noticed you. Instead, he continued to intently stare at his screen, swirling his spoon through the soup you cooked and prepared and sweated over to get it just right.

You crossed your arms over your chest. No reaction, despite him sneaking a glance into your direction.

One twitch of your eyebrows upwards. “Is the soup tasty?”

That caught his attention. The asshole shrugged, while you had to keep yourself from reaching over the desk and strangle him until that stupid disinterested, bored expression was wiped from his face forever. “It’s alright. Nothing special. Too little salt.”

Too little salt!? How dare he??

Only by a margin, you managed to keep the outrageous scream of pure, unaltered rage inside your chest. Your jaw felt like snapping into two though from biting your own tongue so hard. “Yeah?” you hissed out. “Very unlucky for you. Where did you get it from?”

With the spoon, he gestured over into the direction of the office kitchen. “Just grabbed it out of the office fridge.”

“Mhmm, interesting. You know,” you leaned forward, “as huge as this coincidence might be to you, this morning, I filled a really similar looking Tupperware with a really similar soup. And – again! – coincidentally, my Tupperware went missing when I just went to check my labeled place in the fridge…”

To your eternal satisfaction, Kakashi stopped around the middle of your little speech. His eyes were stuck on the screen, staring blindly into the brightly lit monitor, the spoon with another mouthful of soup lowered itself slowly, oh so slowly back into the bowl, before his head turned just as slowly around to look at you with the biggest puppy eyes you had ever seen on any man.

Unluckily for him, he had ruined any goodwill for any kind of puppy eyes in you weeks ago.

Uncrossing your arms, you clicked your tongue. “Seriously, fuck you Hatake. Fuck you sideways. The only thing I did to you was annoy you one goddamn time, and you instantly set out to make my entire life here at work hell. This is the last straw. I’m going to Namikaze to file a complaint against you and I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re his little pet or whatever, or if I get thrown out for insulting his top marketeer. You hear me?” You couldn’t hold it in any longer. A single tear which had burned in your eye for some minutes now finally fell. Quickly, you wiped it away, before hissing again at Hatake, who stared wide-eyed and with something akin to panic on his face at you. “I will fucking take the loss if that just means I get away from you. I’ve had enough. You’re the worst person I’ve met so far and if I could rewind time and stop myself from ever going up to you, I would fucking do it, just to spare me the utter disappointment of having the displeasure of knowing how much of an asshole you are.”

The last string simply snapped for you. A last scoff at him, then you turned away, towards the office of your boss. Not even five steps later you heard the clutter of his chair being pushed away, so quickly it fell over, hurried steps running after you, only for his hand to reach for your arm.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” With a sharp hiss, you flinched away from Hatake. How dare he! How dare he even try to hold you back now, only to maybe not be scolded by Namikaze! How dare he had the guts to look at you with big, pleading eyes, how dare him for being the attractive bastard he was and for knowing exactly how attractive it was! And the audacity he had to try and use it for his advantage!

Right in front of Namikaze’s office, you stopped, Hatake right on your trail, swiveled around and hissed again into his face, the fury burning right in your throat and down into your chest. “I said,” with gusto, you jammed your index finger into his chest, and the short lightning of pain was even worth the shock flashing over his features, “I don’t care about your puppy eyes or your excellent marketing campaigns or the many people you take home. I don’t care about you, Hatake, and your pitiful attempts at stopping me!”

“Please, can you let me explain-?”

“This is far beyond explaining! I don’t owe you anything! Nothing at all! I just want to get away from you, so leave me the hell alone!”

The entire office was staring. Kind of hard not to notice the loud fight, with the room being open and all desks loosely gathered in front of Minato’s office. The poor Iruka tried so hard not to look, even though you stood merely one meter or so away from his front desk.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care. The stolen soup – your missed lunch! – was the last drop in this ever-filling bucket.

There he stood, the smug bastard of a man-child. Wearing a pair of loose, washed-out jeans with holes at the knees, a wide cardigan in the same shade as his gray hair and a dark shirt with some silly, almost destroyed print. Though, the longer you stared at him, you couldn’t help but to notice that Hatake didn’t look smug at all. No, under no circumstance you would describe the drawn-together eyebrows, the hard tug around his mouth and the nervous twitch of his hands as smug.

Feeling sorry for him wasn’t an option. Gosh, you were such a pushover, already feeling sorry for him when he was the one to make your work life miserable! No, not today! You would make Minato listen to your complaint (if he didn’t notice the ruckus right outside his office already) and this time, you would demand some action. Talking obviously did jack-shit to change Hatake’s attitude.

Though, before you could knock at Minato’s office, the door was pushed open. To your unending shame, not your boss peered outside, but his wife. Kushina was just as beautiful as a rose, with her fiery-red hair and her even features, yet her temper was quick to anger and slow to cool down. And right now, she looked at Hatake and you with the same intent as a wolf on the hunt.

At least, that was how you imagined a wolf on the hunt. Not that you ever had seen one, but you felt like a small rabbit as you shrunk under her intense glare.

“Both of you,” she jerked the door wide open, revealing nothing but an empty desk and chair inside, “get in here. Before I forget myself.”

Like scolded children, you followed her into the office. Heads lowered, steps hesitant, sneaking angry glances at each other when Kushina wasn’t looking. This was truly ridiculous! This wasn’t your fault, Hatake could just stop being such an asshole and leave you alone and foremost, not eat your food! It was unfair you were cited into the office like a child who misbehaved!

But I did misbehave. I lost my shit, screamed around, threw a tantrum.

What a shitshow. I should be ashamed of myself.

Shit. Does she want to fire me?

She does. Oh god, Kushina will fire me. She’s Minato’s right hand basically, she can just suggest she doesn’t think I will be a good fit for the company. Oh, fuck. Shit, shit, shit!

Tears burned in your eyes at the mere thought. Your heart pounded in your chest, your knees were trembling. For a moment, you thought you couldn’t take another step forward, too terrified to face your fate. But your head and body were disconnected. Your legs carried you further, right before the desk of Minato where Kushina sat down, with the same grace a true empress would use to claim her rightful throne.

You didn’t dare to look at her. You also didn’t dare to move your eyes away from the ground. Better be safe than sorry. 

“Kushina,” Hatake had the nerve to speak up, even though the silence was icy to the point of freezing, “this is ridiculous. It was a simple misunderstanding, nothing to get angry-!”

“I decide,” Kushina  snarled, her mouth curled into a growl, “what I get angry over and what not. And this shouting match you had in the open office is in my opinion definitely something to get angry over.”

“It was nothing, really!”

“Didn’t sound like nothing to me.”

“Kushina, it wasn’t-!”

“Hey, pipsqueak.” 

Pipsqueak. The insult came so unexpected, so completely out of the blue, you couldn’t help but to snort loudly into the icy silence. Quickly, you got yourself back under control, but the eyes of the other people in the room were already on you.

“Something the matter?” Kushina’s voice made the short-lived amusement die right then and there. “Your shouting made me notice your fight in the first place. You disturbed the peace in this office with the fight you both are responsible for, because you’re both adults long enough to know how to act at your workplace.”

She was right, of course. You should know how to act in a professional setting, but you forgot your manners and professionalism just for a second there. 

“I apologize,” you mumbled, “it certainly wasn’t my intention to cause a ruckus.”

“What was your intention then?”

“I was… angry. Probably to make this anger known to the person who caused it.”

“That would be the pipsqueak here.” Not a question, just a raw statement without any judgment. 

Carefully, you peaked up into Kushina’s face. Her anger had calmed down, the hard lines smoothened out again. Her hands were folded on top of the table, the epitome of calculating calmness. In her business suit, her hair tied back into a high ponytail and with her regal aura, it was hard to not say the truth, not that you ever intended to lie in the first place.

“Yes,” you answered, “it was Hatake. For a few weeks, he's been deliberately tormenting me.”

“Tormenting?” Her surprised tone showed exactly how much she didn’t expect that. Kushina glanced at Hatake, who was suddenly just as interested as you on the ground. “That is new to me.”

“I don’t know exactly what I did to deserve this treatment by him, but since a few weeks ago, he… I don’t know, he creates situations in which I pull the short straw, no matter what.”

“Explain.”

“For example, he stole the last bits of coffee out of the can and made me clean it, so I could cook the next pot. One of his groupies possibly accidentally pushed my bag out of my hands, which forced me to take the stairs over the elevator, plus collect all my stuff again. But this is insignificant,” you breathed in, the old fury still burning in your chest, “when he belittles my work in front of everyone. In one of the morning meetings, where Hatake and I got assigned to the new campaign for Akatsuki, when he questioned my abilities to deliver.”

Kushina leaned back into her chair, eyes squinted. “I remember. You came to Minato and told him the pipsqueak is bothering you. He spoke to him, but apparently it didn’t work out.” A glare was thrown at Hatake. “But why the commotion now?”

“He stole my labeled lunch out of the fridge.”

“Kakashi…” Kushina sighed. 

“I didn’t see the label, okay?” Grumpily, Hatake crossed his arms over his chest. “It wasn’t in my line of vision.”

“The label is on my tupperware. Directly on top. On the lid. You’re looking at it when you open the tupperware. It’s printed there in big bold letters.”

“The fridge was really messy!”

“The fridge is always organized, in the same way it has been organized since I started here, and I highly doubt a new organization was put in place recently.”

Hatake rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Oh, he lost now. His dismissive, defiant “whatever” was basically admission to his wrongdoing. Inwardly, you were already celebrating your win over the bastard with a cold beer, cake and confetti, but on the outside, you only let the barest hint of a smile shine through your neutral mask. You still could ruin everything by showing how much it pleased you that Hatake had to take a clear stance now.

Thankfully, Kushina didn’t notice your little smile. Her entire concentration was on Hatake, who continued to pout like an angry child caught with its hand in the cookie jar, arms crossed over his chest and head turned away to look at the wall. So defiant, yet it had no use.

“You’re not serious, Kakashi. You can’t be serious right now.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Minato talked to you about this…”

“Can’t remember.”

“Sunday, over dinner. You said you would keep the peace.”

“Could be.”

“You said you would.” Kushina clicked her tongue. “Don’t tell me you drowned him again out and just nodded along.”

At that, Hatake merely shrugged. No further answer, no explanation, only more questions. Questions about their relationship. They met last Sunday for dinner? They were indeed that close? It sounded also a bit like it was a regular thing, measured at the casual mentioning of the Sunday-dinner. Also, the tone Kushina used.

Not the tone of a disappointed boss. Not the tone of an angry chef. More the tone of an exasperated older sibling or even more like…

A disappointed parent. 

Were they related, though? Nobody ever mentioned anything in that direction, that the Namikaze’s were somehow related to Hatake. Adoption, maybe? It was just incredibly bewildering to suddenly think that Minato and Kushina were trying to reign in when it came to his behavior. Really, really strange.

With hawk eyes, you continued to follow their conversation as they apparently completely forgot about your existence. Kushina was railing into the still defiant Hatake, who continued to stare at the wall and pretend he wasn’t even present.

“We also talked about this before! When you bullied Obito in School so hard, you made him cry. And now you’re what?”

“... kind of friends.”

“You invited him for our dinner a week after that talk! You were the Best Man at his wedding! I thought we were over this childish phase of yours, Kakashi.”

“I am.”

“It doesn’t look like it. Goddammit, we need to have another intervention with you, don’t we?”

At that, Hatake shrugged. “Do what you have to do.”

“And I plan to do exactly that,” Kushina grumbled, before her dark eyes set their sight again on you. “And you… No more screaming, please. I understand a lot has piled up there, but try to stay calm next time. Coming to Minato was good, even though it didn’t work out like you and we intended. My husband and I will have another, more intense, ” at that, she threw a glare at Hatake which made even him twitch ever so slightly, “talk than before. Apologize, Kakashi.”

“Hn.”

“ Now.”

Hatake sighed yet again. A deep, exasperated sigh like he didn’t get why he had to apologize. “Fine. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry that it got this far. My childish behavior certainly was a bother to deal with, and I apologize for the troubles I caused you.”

It definitely sounded like he had to learn and repeat this little text at some point in his life, and now went back to this little security to get through the humiliation of apologizing to you. Still an asshole, even in defeat. Gods, what a dick. 

“Thank you,” a forced smile made its way onto your face, “I appreciate that.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“And additionally,” Kushina jerked her hand in a harsh motion from him to you, “you will buy her lunch as you ate hers. Only fair, right?”

“... Right.”

“And she will come next Sunday to our dinner.”

What? That was… 

“This is too much,” you interjected, “I can’t possibly accept that.”

“Oh, you will.” Kushina wouldn’t take a no on this one, you could already feel that. She was dead-set on getting her will, and she would get it. You already felt yourself giving in to the sheer pressure of your boss’ wife inviting you for dinner. How could you possibly say no? 

How bad could it be? One evening with Minato, Kushina and apparently also Kakashi. Just one evening. One damned evening. With your boss, his wife and your personal work-nemesis. No problem. Absolutely no fucking problem. 

You were so fucked.

“Sure.” Slowly, you nodded. “That will be… nice. It will be nice.”

It wouldn’t. It absolutely wouldn’t. Oh god, this would be a trainwreck. 

But if you thought that you would be the least excited person in the room about this prospect, then you were wrong. When you sneaked a glance at Hatake, he was actually scowling, downright scowling, before he noticed your eyes on him. Quickly, the scowl changed into a neutral mask of indifference. 

Oh, yes. This would be a disaster. 

#kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi hatake x reader insert #kakashi hatake x self insert #hatake kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x self insert #hatake kakashi x reader insert #hakate kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader insert #kakashi x self insert #kakashi x you #reader #reader insert #self insert #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi #modern au #kakashi headcanons #kakashi scenarios #naruto fanfiction #naruto fandom #naruto shippuuden #naruto headcanons #naruto scenarios #also on ao3 #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter

[kaitinumaki]

LITERALLY only one person asked but here’s the Kakashi fic where he trains you in seduction cause he’s like that 😩

#kakashi x reader insert #kakashi x self insert #kakashi x y/n #kakashi #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi imagine

[domfem]

Fem!OC (she/her) x Kakashi snippet

When Kakashi finally gets her into bed with him, he finds himself on his back, legs spread, and clutching at his bedsheets. 

Her two fingers thrusting into him with a lewd, wet noise. Keeps them together as they pull back and spread out wide on the way in, stretching him in a way that burns so good.

He gasps and arches his back off the bed, pressing back against those fingers and keens.

She bends down to kiss his chest. 

“Gorgeous,” she murmurs against his skin, her voice low and deep with lust. She makes a trail of kisses, fingers never stopping for a moment. “So pretty.”

Kakashi whimpers. 

She teases him, thrusting her fingers near his prostate, but not close enough. He growls low in his throat, arching, trying to make them aim for his prostate, and only has a moment to feel her teasing in a third finger before they’re shoved in. His vision goes white. 

He comes back, hearing a soft, needy noise and, oh, it’s coming from him. 

“Please,” he begs. His voice is slurred, rough, but he doesn’t care. Can’t care. The world is fuzzy and all he can focus on is her, her and her finger that grind deep into him rough enough to make him groan. 

And then he’s making a different sound altogether because she’s pulling away, pulling out her fingers—

She shushes him. “It’s alright,” she soothes, “I’m just giving you what you want.”

Hands grab at the back of his thighs, pushing them against his chest, bending him in half, and Kakashi feels a blunt object against his hole. Oh. 

A thrill runs down his spine. 

And then she’s pressing in. He gasps, hands tightening on the sheets. It’s a slow, torturous slide of thick plastic that presses at all the places that make him shiver.

“Ah,” he moans as she bottoms out, “ah, aah—ah.”

#x reader #OC insert #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake #my writing #kakashi x oc #naruto #reader insert #self insert #self shipping #bottom Kakashi #sub Kakashi

[dhmislol-literally]

I realized I don't have a list for what fandoms and characters I write for, so I made one. I will update this over time.

I write yandere content, sometimes involving self inserts or ocs or even a reader if you ask in all except Harry Potter fandom.

I do platonic and romantic, tell me if you have something specific in mind or just a vague idea! Also I write scenarios rather than the bulleted imagines (I'm tired and forgot the name), so keep that in mind!

I will currently write for:

Naruto

Naruto

Sakura

Sasuke

Kakashi

Etc.

Percy Jackson

Percy

Annabeth

Grover

Clarrisse

Almost any god

Give me more and maybe I'll add them to the list

Harry Potter

Harry

Hermione

Ron

Ginny

Tom Riddle (maybe older Voldemort him)

The twins (separate and or together)

Etc.

Yandere Simulator

This includes all of their gender bends and many versions of them (all yandere, cannibal Amai, etc.)

Ayano Aishi (yandere-chan)

The rivals (there is no way I'm typing out every single one)

Taro Yamada (senpai)

Her mom (preferably when she was younger💀)

#naruto #yandere #yandere naruto #yandere sakura #yandere sasuke #yandere kakashi #yandere harry potter #yandere reader #yandere self insert #yandere hermione #yandere x yandere #yandere ron #yandere weasley twins #yandere fred #yandere george weasley #yandere tom riddle #yandere voldemort💀 #yandere ginny #yandere Percy #yandere annabeth #yandere grover #yandere clarrisse #yandere simulator #yandere taro yamada #yandere taro #yandere senpai #yandere rivals #platonic yandere #romantic yandere

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

me reading 'good girl i know you can take it' for the nth time in my miserable pathetic life

#into my puuu$$$$eeehhhhhh #i mean self insert fics are probably the way i am getting laid 🥲🥲 #its such a sad life to simp for 2d men 🥲 #so yeah it is what it is #erwin smith x y/n #nanami kento x y/n #kakashi hatake x y/n #erwin smut #nanami smut #kakashi smut #erwin smith #nanami kento #kakashi hatake #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #naruto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[seeyoulbleed]

okay but like...isekai but in an a/b/o world with a twist.

you wake up and you're still you, still human, still with your normal body.

but your f/o isn't. and they are desperate about it. it can get normal horny or dark horny but either way they are FROTHING at the mouth over you. you don't smell like anything they've ever met. not sweet enough to be an omega, not potent enough to be an alpha, and altogether too much something to be a beta.

it drives them MAD.

#self ships #thinking about kakashi and geto specifically omg #f/o community #f/o imagines #nsft #a/b/o #red babbles #x reader #reader insert

[empressofthesunwriter]

Nothing is True

… Everything is permitted.

What is real?

What is not?

Is she just turning crazy or are other powers at work?

One thing is clear Kohana will get to the bottom of this and maybe change the whole Ninja-World at the same time.

S.I. Third Shinobi World War 

!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

I thought long and heard what should be the next chapter.

I was unsure if I could write more original chapters since the secrets I wanted to reveal like where Carina/Sakuya Piece of Eden is come after Kannabi Bridge.

I thought of making a chapter about how Kohana gets her summons, but that would be a big revelation of a few things and it needs to happen after Kanabi Bridge.

So I thought let's just tackle that mission!

So enjoy Kannabi Bridge :D

Chapter 11: The Kannabi Bridge

Four years later...on the border to Kusagakura

"See Rin how simple it is?", said Kohana to her best friend, while the twirling orb of chakra rested on her right hand. "You completed already the three steps for the Rasegan, now it's just a matter of combining them."

The Medical-Nin locked frustrated at her own hand.

"I try Kohana-Chan, really do. Maybe Rasegan is not for me.", she signed.

"Now Rin.", joined Minato-Sensei the two girls. "Anyone gets Rasegan down at their own time, I needed four years to perfect it and Kohana bet me in completing it in two weeks."

This made Kohana blush and rub her neck.

"Only because I had Eagle-Vision to help me and I had you Minato-Sensei to tell me when I did something wrong."

Minato-Sensei tutted at her and gently patted her head.

"You have great talent Kohana, you didn't become Jonin for nothing."

"Thanks, Sensei."

She still felt it was too much praise since she didn't only have Eagle Vision and Minato-Sensei's help but also the visions of how his future son, Naruto would learn Rasegan.

It did feel a bit like cheating.

Even if she was now 13 years old, like her friends and team members, Kohana still had some Vision from the future. It wasn't as often as it was in the beginning, but they were still here.

And now the day she had feared the most had come.

The Kanabi Bridge Mission where Obito would sacrifice himself for their team and Uchiha Madara and Black Zetsu would get him in their grappy hands, which would start a reaction that would leave all her team besides Kakashi and Obito dead and Minato and Kushina's unborn son Naruto on orphan and jailer of the Kyuubi.

Not gonna lie, Kohana was nearly pissing her pants.

Today would show if she could change the future.

Or was doomed to see this all unfold as her ancestor Haruno Sakuya did with the betrayal of her lover Uchiha Madara.

How she had trained for this day, become even a Jonin with Kakashi at the least Jonin-Exams in Konoha.

She hoped with all her heart that all the training and the new techniques she had learned would be enough.

That's when all heard someone fall on the ground hard.

They turned and saw Obito on the ground with Kakashi over him.

"Did I make it?!", asked the Uchiha breathless.

"No Obito you are late.", told him Kakashi with crossed arms. "Where did you think we would meet? As a true Ninja, you must follow the rules."

"Ah, whatever. I was on my way when an old lady asked me for directions. And I have something in my eye."

"Right, that's a lie!"

Rin and Kohana looked at each other and rolled their eyes. There they go again.

Thankful Minato-Sensei intervene.

"That's enough Kakashi. Obito just showed the old lady the way, right?"

"I also carried her bags!", added Obito and put his eye drobs in.

"You are too lenient, Sensei.", deadpanned the Hatake. "Besides it's impossible that Obito always meets people in need of help. Who doesn't follow the rules isn't worth being seen as Ninja. Isn't it so?"

This made Minato-Sensei laugh nervously, while Kohana handed Rin 5000 Ryo.

They both had a bet if Kakashi would today say his standard spiel of ruling obedient ninja. He had gotten into this habit after he and Kohana became Chuunin.

Next time Kohana would bet on it!

"Don't you have an ounce of goodness in your heart?", asked Obito, while he rubbed his eyes, at Kakashi. "You talk always about the rules. The main thing is your own self-control."

Before an argument broke out Rin pipped in: "Now stop it, both of you. We're all on the same team, right Kohana-Chan?"

The Haruno crossed her arms and kicked a hip out, which showed her black shorts from under her long split on both sides pink skirt.

"For me, you are both idiots right now. We have this discussion like any time we meet, it's getting old!"

"Kohana-Chan how could you betray me like that!", whined Obito.

"You're too easy on Obito, Rin-Chan.", said Kakashi to her, before he turned to Kohana. "We wouldn't have this discussion every time if Obito was punctually Kohana-San."

"What I'm saying, Rin-Chan!", waved Kohana at the two boys. "Idiots."

This made both idiots sweatdrop.

"Must this "Idiot" remind you that today is an important day for us, Kohana-San?"

Kakashi and Kohana stared at each other. In the end, the girl signed.

Well, it was true.

A while later they walked through the grasslands of Kusagakure.

Minato-Sensei told them full of pride: "As of today, Kakashi and Kohana are Jonin like me. And in order to increase our efficiency, we'll be splitting into two teams. After all, presently the Leaf Village is at an unprecedented low on military strength."

"Splitting up?", repeats Obito. "Then..."

"Yes, that's right. Kakashi will be captain of the four-man squad with Kohana, Obito and Rin. I will be working alone."

"Remember, we talked about this the other day, Obito...", reminded Rin. "About getting Kakashi-Kun and Kohana-Chan a gift."

Obito made a face but sent a smile to Kohana as she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I remember doing something for Kohana-Chan, the other part I must have missed..."

"Sure, Obito-Kun.", chorused Kohana and Rin not believing it one bit.

Now it was time for the gifts, both new Jonin got from Minato-Sensei one of his Flying Thunder God Kunai.

They thanked him and Rin handed Kakashi a personalized special medkit, the boy gave his thanks.

The brunette handed Kohana a beautiful necklace with a mental red rose pendant.

Both missed the look of panic in Obito's face as Kohana gushed over her gift.

"My favourite flower, thank you Rin-Chan it's beautiful, I love you!"

"I love you more and you are welcome."

The best friends hugged each other tight and Rin gave her a kiss on the cheek, which made Kohana giggle and blush.

The cute moment was ruined as Kakashi held out his hand to Obito demanding his gift.

"W-What's with this hand?! I don't have anything to give you!"

"Whatever, but what a good friend are you not having one for your best friend."

Ashamed Obito looked at the sad-looking Kohana (and a murders-looking Rin, oh god he is going to get it, won't he?!) and felt the gift he had for her formally burning in his pocket.

But...after Rin's pretty gift...his seemed so blank.

The Uchiha bowed to Kohana.

"I'm so sorry, Kohana-Chan. I forgot your gift at home. When we will return to Konoha, I will give it to you.", he lied swiftly.

He so would buy her something new and trash his stupid little gift!

"It's okay Obito-Kun, you don't have to bow before me."

"It's probably for the best that we don't get anything from you.", mussed Kakashi. "It would be useless and would only get in the way."

Of course, this made Obito angry.

"I get why Kohana-Chan is a Jonin but how you became one I still can't figure out."

"You should talk."

"I'm Uchiha Obito of the Uchiha Clan! I'll surpass you someday! The minute my Sharingan awakens!"

"Everyone in the Uchiha Can be elite, right? So you shouldn't have to rely on something like that."

"What?!"

"Kohana-San beat me at the Jonin-Exams without her Kekkai Genkai after I blinded her temporarily. Only with her Fuin Jutsus and the Rasegan. You should take an example from her."

Having enough both girls stepped between the boys. Rin held Kakashi on the shoulders, while Kohana did the same with Obito.

"Stop it, you two!", begged Rin.

"Guys we have since a good four years being a team!", reminded Kohana. "Isn't it already time to let go of these stupid childish arguments?! We aren't only teammates but friends!"

Finally, Minato-Sensei intervened and led them to a flat boulder where he could explain their mission with the help of a map.

Talking and discussing it it seemed simple, yet no one knew that it wasn't the case. Mostly Kohana who was starting to get a bit of anxiety.

This was it.

Team Kakashi, must travel through Kusagakure in the midst of a conflict between Iwagakure and Konohagakure to destroy the Kannabi Bridge so as to stop Iwagakure from receiving their supplies, while Minato-Sensei would join the battlefront and kill as many ninjas he can. He would create a diversion for them.

With all discussed, they made their way to the border, before they would split up for their missions.

They walked through a forest with big-ass mushrooms, till Kakashi made them stop. Kohana wasn't far behind and activated her Eagle-Vision.

There!

An Iwa-Nin hid in a tree, she could see the red of the enemy colour clearly.

Kohana made hidden hand-sings to tell her team where the ninja was hiding.

Minato-Sensei signed a good job to her and gave his team instructions on how to proceed.

Everyone nodded and got ready, the Iwa-Nin not the wiser.

After years of using and training them with Kushina-Nee, Kohana made a Shadow Clone in her place and replaced herself at the exact moment with a log.

The Iwa-Nin was so concreted at Kakashi and his new technique, that he didn't realize that Kohana knew where his true self was hiding before he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck and how a body landed on him.

Over him was kneeling a green-haired girl with swirling golden eyes behind a pair of glasses.

He coughed up blood as Kohana Hidden Blade sunk deeper into his throat.

With a last pathetic groan, he dies.

Kohana flicked her Hidden Blade back into the arm guard and got into a prayer position.

"Requiescat in Pace.", she mumbled to the corpse and joined up with her team.

No one seemed hurt.

From her visions, Kohana knows that Kakashi should have been wounded on the shoulder.

So she already changed the course of destiny.

Good.

"Good work Kohana-Chan.", praised her Minato-Sensei and gave her a head pat. "You killed the Iwa-Nin before he could do significant damage. Kakashi be thankful for Kohana, your Chidori you shouldn't use that jutsu anymore. From what I could see, your focal point concentrated attack undoubtedly has power and speed, but it makes you move too fast to ascertain the opponent's counterattack. It's still on imperfect jutsu. Before we split, I'll tell you one more thing. For a ninja, the most important thing is teamwork."

***

It was now night and Team Minato made camp under a big tree.

Rin and Kohana slept facing each other, Kakashi with his back to Rin, while Obito talked with Minato-Sensei about Kakashi and his stubbornness with the rules.

No one saw how Kohana was frowning in her sleep.

Where was she?

Kohana looked confused around in the darkness she was in.

What was going on?

A bit unsure she started to walk, standing around wouldn't solve this problem.

Then slowly she saw a little light before her.

She walked up to it, till she saw something really strange.

It was a DNA-Helix.

But not only one, there were three Helixes.

How could this be possible?

"What kind of fucked up dream is this?", mumbled Kohana to herself.

This only could be a dream, so why didn't she wake up?

"The calculation showed this to be one of the many times we would meet.", said an unknown female voice. "I'm glad it's this version. It shows that you changed a signification amount."

Scarred Kohana turned around and her mouth fell to the floor.

Before her was a young woman.

Probably in her late twenties.

She had long green hair.

Blue Eyes.

And was clothed in Miko robes.

What Kohana shocked the most, it was like she looked into a mirror that made her look older!

"The fuck?!", she cursed.

What was going on?

The older doppelganger smiled.

"Are you surprised? Can't you guess who I am?"

Frowning Kohana looked from the three DNA-Helixes to the Miko.

Could it be...?

"You are...Sakuya."

"Here in the Shinobi Nations I was.", told her Sakuya, before she twitched and looked different. Now a woman with short brunette hair and brown eyes was before her. She wore glasses, a simple white hoodie with red accents, some plain dark blue pants and brown boots. On both her arms were Hidden Blades! What was freacking she also looked like an older version of Kohana, if she had brown hair and eyes."But in my birthplace, I was Carina Auditore. Anyway, I'm your ancestor and so much more."

"What do you mean by that, Sakuya eh Carina-San?", asked Kohana totally confused.

Carina stepped towards her and pointed at the DNA-Helix.

"Do you know why we possess a third Helix? It's because long ago the Isu, the true enemy, mated with us humans and we hybrids came to be. That's why you can use Eagle-Vision. The blood of people who consider themselves gods ran in our veins."

"That doesn't really answer my question."

Carina laughed.

"No, it doesn't. Sadly we don't have much time, my Piece of Eden, Hermes Cross, can only do as much. I hope this meeting will help you to find out the truth. I can give you a clue. It's not a coincidence that we look the same. Good luck on your way little me, may you have more success in our mission than I did as Sakuya and oh, if you get together with Obito give him a good kiss for me."

With a laugh, Carina pushed her.

The ground under Kohana broke in and she descended into darkness...

"Kohana-Chan are you okay?", asked her the next morning Rin worried.

They had split up from Minato-Sensei and were following Kakashi to their mission destination.

Currently, they took a lunch break.

"It's okay.", grumbled Kohana, rubbing an eye. "I just had...a nightmare."

"What did you dream?", wanted Obito to know.

Well, she couldn't tell them the truth, now, could she?

What should she say?

Her mouth was faster than her brain.

"Food eat people!"

This earned her WTF-Looks from Obito and Rin and even a raised eyebrow from Kakashi.

Yeah, she had no idea how she came to say this, but something in her told her that it was a reference from Carina's world.

"Damn, that's terrific.", agreed Obito shuddering, staring at his Bento-Box like it was gonna eat him alive.

"It was just a dream, let's finish eating and then go on with the mission.", told Kakashi.

They all agreed with a Yes captain.

After lunch, Kohana knew they were now in the Bamboo Forest where Rin would get kidnapped.

Golden swirled her Eagle Vision in her eyes, looking out for the Iwa-Nins when they would attack.

Their stupid Camouflage Jutsu wouldn't work on her Kekkei Genkai.

She saw them before Kakashi gave them the signal to stop since he smelled them.

Kohana already made two Shadow Clones. One stayed with Rin, while she made a Rasegan and her second Clone added Wind Chakra to it.

"Wind Release: Rasenshuriken!", she shouted and trowed the Jutsu at the incoming Bamboos.

The Rasenshuriken shredder them and flow into the direction of one of the Iwa-Nin turning him into bloody shredds.

The Haruno send a silent thanks to the beborn Naruto. Thanks to the vision of him creating Rasenshuriken she got it down. When he was finally born into this world she would give the cute baby a lot of kisses.

"Rasegan!", she heard her other clone shout.

She saw how it attacked the Iwa-Nin who would have grasped Rin, that Iwa-Nin was no more too.

A loud sign left Kohana.

She had done it.

She had done it!

She had changed the future!

Rin was safe!

Yes!

"Good reflexes, Kohana-San.", praised her Kakashi.

Obito and Rin agreed loudly with him.

"That new Rasegan was awesome! You need me to teach that!", begged Obito.

Feeling light and free since she hadn't in years the Haruno laughed goodhearted. "But first you have to learn normal Rasegan and Kagebushin before I can teach you it."

However, they celebrated too fast.

It was Rin who pointed out screaming: "I don't see the body of the big one!"

That's when Kohana felt how something hit her hard on her head.

As she fainted, the last she saw was Obito running up to her screaming her name.

***

Her head felt like it was split open like a coconut. Kohana groaned from the pain.

This headache was killing her.

"Ah our guest has woken up.", greeted her in the voice of the big Iwa-Nin.

The one she thought her clone had taken care of.

Damn it!

She was so fixed on saving Rin that she didn't think that someone else could become a prisoner!

And it had been her.

Under pain, she activates her Eagle Vision.

Okay besides the big guy, there was only another Iwa-Nin. If she was smart she could handle them.

"Now look at this, Aoki, the bitch who killed Kakko, has a Kekkei Genkai.", growled the big Iwa-Nin, gripping her by the ponytail, making her bite her lips.

She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of screaming.

This Aoki joined him. "I think I heard of it, Taiseki. It's from a new Clan Eagle Vision or something like that. Genjutsu is useless against her."

"So how should we get the information from her?"

"A good old torture session loses any tongue.", reminded Aoki with an evil grin.

Not gonna lie, Kohana was pissing herself, but she wouldn't give up.

She still had one trump card.

Slowly she started to rotate the chakra in her palms to destroy the robes that bonded her.

That's when they heard the sound of a clap.

The girl's heart beat faster. This was surely Obito and she bet Rin was with him.

This also meant Kakashi was turning up soon too.

She could turn this around for good!

"I'll take care of it.", said Taiseki. "In the meantime, lose the tongue of the bitch to get the information from her. But don't destroy her too much Tsuchikage-Sama would surely like having a new Kekkai Genkai for our village."

Aoki laughed and promised he would try.

The moment Taiseki left Aoki received a surprise, sadly not an enjoyable one.

"Rasegan!", shouted Kohana and thrilled her chakra sphere through his whole head.

It was disgusting.

Brain matter landed on her and she was bloody everywhere.

At least this time the enemy ninja was dead.

Slowly Kohana stood up and gripped her head.

All was spinning.

Not a second later she puked.

Did she have a concussion? It felt like it.

And using her chakra to free herself and then making a Rasegan didn't help at all.

"I-I have to move.", she mumbled, carefully walking towards the exit. "I-I need to get out of this Death Trap."

"Kohana-Chan!", shouted Rin's voice.

Blinking Kohana looked up and saw her three teammates.

"Guys..."

Her best friend ran up to her and started to heal her right away.

"It's okay Kohana-Chan you are safe now!", cooed the brunette.

Obito and Kakashi joined them.

The Uchiha had his Sharingan Eyes and was crying.

"I'm so glad you are okay!", he told her, gripping her shoulder.

"Did you kill the other Iwa-Nin?", asked Kakashi wearing a bandage over his left eye. "You did good Kohana-Chan."

"Guys...", Kohana tried again.

Why didn't her mouth work with her right now!?

"Just a little more Kohana-Chan.", reassured Rin. "You have a heavy concussion."

"We need to get out NOW!", finally Kohana shouted.

With her Eagle Vision, she had seen the Fuin Jutsu marking on the cave. It was probably a failsafe if the Iwa-Nin lost to an enemy in their hide-out.

No one would leave this place alive.

The Fuin Jutsu marking became visible and the whole cave started to shake!

"Dammit! Everybody, let's get out of here!", commanded Kakashi.

The green-haired girl couldn't even look that fast as Obito picked her bridal style and ran after Kakashi and Rin towards the exit.

Oh Kami would they make it?

Would destiny change its course?

Aren't I evil?

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The second part of the night leaves you with nothing but surprises - and with a painful realization.

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Minato wasn’t only a great boss, but also a fantastic cook. Both lasagnas were absolutely divine, and as you gave the chef your compliments, Minato also proved to be as humble as everyone always said. Conversing with the two bosses was so pleasant, you even about forgot Kakashi, who was as silent as the cold winter; never saying a word or interrupting in any way, just eating his food and staring at his plate whenever you threw a glance at him. And it wasn’t too bad. Honestly, it was quite nice, to not worry the entire time about him saying something incredibly arrogant, annoying or asinine. 

However, when Minato pulled out the tiramisu from the fridge and Kushina refilled all the glasses of wine around the table, just when she returned from bringing Naruto to bed, the atmosphere changed. You could feel it, in the way the air thickened, in the way Minato coughed into his hand while straightening his back, in the way Kushina sat a bit more upright, hands folded on top of the table, and most noticeably: in the way Kakashi reacted. Even though he had been silent already for most of the meal, it seemed like he wanted to completely vanish from the face of earth. Making himself as small as possible in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, and even beneath the table, you felt his leg bump into your shin as he crossed them. 

Only barely, you were able to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Oh, please. What a baby. Don’t want to listen to how you get wrecked by your bosses, huh?

After all the bullshit he put you through, you were surely allowed to be a tiny bit smug, right? 

“So…” Kushina was the first to speak up. She took another sip of her wine, her eyebrows weakly twitching upwards, only to throw a tiny smile into your direction. “As pleasant as this evening has been so far, I think, there’s a more pressing matter at hand.”

“Indeed.” Without giving the pain in your side another glance, you nodded. Maybe, the wine already rose to your head, otherwise you wouldn’t have sounded so happy about it. 

Beside you, Kakashi sunk a little bit further into his chair. Good. Very good. Exactly what he deserved. 

“Yes,” Minato added, a little smile tugging at his mouth, “the reason is to discuss how we can clear up this mess.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Again, you glanced at Kakashi. He still stared full of stubborn intent down onto the table, not moving one bit. You even had the feeling he didn’t blink once, just staring at the pattern of the wood without seeing one bit of it. 

Kushina noticed, too. Reaching over the corner of the table, she poked the silent man into the shoulder. “Hey. Quit being such a grump.”

Kakashi grunted, but didn’t react further. Again, the woman poked him: the sharp fingernail digging into the curve of his shoulder. “Hey. I said, stop it. You’re acting like you’re five years old again.”

“I don’t,” was the muffled response. 

“Oh yes, you are.” Minato shook his head, the blond bangs framing his face swinging weakly with the movement. “Will you sit properly at the table? Please?”

For a very long moment, Kakashi didn’t react. Then, accompanied by a long, exasperated sigh, the man-child uncrossed his arms and pushed himself upright. Still kind of slumping in his chair, but now somehow sitting a bit more like an adult, Kakashi still refused to look at anyone or anything but the table. 

The atmosphere had now noticeably changed. Almost uncomfortable, especially with the way Minato and Kushina scolded Kakashi. Like they were his parents. Your curiosity rose alongside with your feeling of being trapped in the dean’s office from your old schooldays. Definitely not the typical boss - troublemaking star-worker you expected. There was something more afoot here. 

“Well,” Kushina said, not without throwing another disappointed glare into Kakashi’s direction, “we just wanted to make sure that everything is going well. You both,” another poised glare at Kakashi, “were assigned to the Akatsuki campaign, and not only because the campaign needs to be another success, but also because we want to have a peaceful working environment.”

“For us,” Minato seamlessly interjected, “and for the other people on the floor. But also for you guys, as of course, Kakashi is one of our leading creative workers, and you, (Y/N), are one of our best and most reliable sources of data. And we also liked your own ideas in your application, just so you know that one, too.”

At that sudden compliment, you could feel the blood rising to your face. All of a sudden, the room was too hot. Way too hot. That Minato would ever comment on the silly little projects you worked on and added on a whim to your application was simply and utterly insane. Especially in front of Kakashi.

Another careful glance at him, and you knew you were screwed. For so long, he had avoided looking remotely in your direction, but now, his dark eyes were scrutinizing you from the side. Like he saw you in a kind of new light, not entirely new, but fresh enough to catch his interest. Quickly, you looked away again, but you still could feel how his eyes took you in, took you really in, before settling onto the hard wood of the table again. 

“The point is,” thankfully, the other two didn’t seem to notice the quick and silent exchange between Kakashi and yourself, so Minato pushed right onward, “that the constant fighting is throwing wrenches into the… working atmosphere.”

“What Minato wants to say,” Kushina added, “that we have gotten… not necessarily complaints, but… requests to intervene.”

“What?” you blurted out. 

“Yes,” the other woman nodded solemnly, “other employees have noticed the rising tension between the two of you.”

How some of your co-workers couldn’t notice that something was amiss between Kakashi and you would forever be a mystery to you. Again, he pretty much made your business public by announcing at a meeting that he didn’t want to work with you. 

Without adding any comment, both of your eyebrows rose slightly. Kushina noticed, nodding towards you as she turned her attention towards Kakashi. “And in my mind, (Y/N) is totally in the right, when it comes to a certain situation which broke the camel’s back. You know that it was absolutely unnecessary to announce your displeasure at working with her at the meeting, out in the open, and questioning her work and indirectly, her work ethics.”

“We expect more of you, Kakashi.” Minato shook his head again. “We know you can do better.”

Kakashi didn’t say anything. So, the adults at the table pushed further, and you were more than happy to witness the glorious harping of one Kakashi Hatake, all the while being wined and dined by your bosses. Why again did you think this dinner would be a bad idea? 

“Kakashi, we’ve been over this. You can’t act like a brat all the time.” Kushina moved out of her chair, rounded the corner and stood beside him. Uncomfortably close for a boss to stand beside an employee, but when she placed a hand on his shoulder, that was even worse. “We care about you. You know that.”

“Hn.” Kakashi didn’t react more than that to the words or the hand on his shoulder. Your eyes grew as big as saucers as you watched how Kushina went even further than that. With a low sigh, she kneeled down beside the chair in which Kakashi sat, her hand sliding down to take his arms to uncross them. Then, like that wasn’t a lawsuit to happen already, she took one of his unresponsive hands, lacing their fingers together like they were lovers. “It would be lovely to hear an explanation from you for your behavior, but because I know you won’t give me one, I’ll settle for an earnest, sincere apology to (Y/N). And don’t give me that look, Kakashi,” she instantly retorted when he groaned audibly, “you will apologize, and you will explain some of this situation to her as well, as I’m sure she’s confused as hell right now.” 

You sure as hell were confused. Maybe it was just the wine, or the overall situation, but making sense of said situation seemed impossible without a whiteboard and some good old colorful markers drawing nice little shapes and arrows to explain everything.

Or, hell, a good talk could also do the trick. 

Kushina let go of Kakashi’s hand and sighed loudly. When she turned her attention to you, you couldn’t help but sit up a bit straighter, your face, which was warmed by the alcohol, warming up even further. 

“I’m so sorry for the trouble Kakashi has given you,” she started, “but I’m asking you also to listen to him and hopefully, you find that forgiving him is actually quite easy.”

“Who knows,” Minato piped up, “you might get along just fine in the end.”

Before you could protest, Kushina already shot her husband a small glare. “That’s a bit of a far stretch. For now, it’s about understanding, talking,” she lightly kicked Kakashi in the shin, which he answered with a weak grunt, “and foremost, apologizing.”

With that, she turned around and gathered some of the plates in her hands. Before you knew it, you also moved out of your seat, but when you tried to gather some plates as well, Kushina only shook her head and smiled. 

“No need. Just… go and talk. We’ve got this mess here handled.” 

And like this, you had no more excuses. This strange mix of emotions, the curiosity at the circumstances, the overall weirdness of the relationship between Minato, Kushina and Kakashi, the strange understanding between them and their insistence that this was not a formal case of bullying in the workplace, but almost something akin to a bratty schoolboy whose pranks went too far. 

Your train of thought got interrupted when Kakashi suddenly moved. Without batting an eyelash, he stood up and turned on his heels. He paused for a split second, all the while still not looking at you, only to jerk his head awkwardly into the direction of the door. 

A more than stupid invitation to follow him. Alright, you would play along. Fine. With another roll of your eyes, you followed the man out into the hallway. But instead of turning towards the front door, Kakashi turned the opposite way, down the hallway and further inside the home of your boss. Casually, like this was just another day in the park for him. Or like he had been here a few times already. 

Cautiously, you continued to follow him. Still, no word was spoken between the two of you, and like hell you would open this conversation yourself. It was his turn to speak up; his turn to open his mouth and speak, when he hadn’t spoken the entire fucking night. 

Kakashi abruptly turned towards an almost hidden door to the right. You nearly stumbled into him, glaring when you barely managed to stop. 

The door was like any other door in the hallway: a rich, dark brown, with a handle made out of brushed, blind metal and shimmering weakly in the light of the hallway. You watched how Kakashi struggled for a moment, only for his whole body to slump into itself and for his hand to lay on top of the handle. Like he had given up on resisting and just went with whatever Kushina told him.

The door swung open, slowly and enticingly, at the same time. You leaned forward, way too curious to wait for the door to fully open to catch just a glimpse of that mystery room. 

The first thing you noticed was the carpet in the room. Dark, with dark-blue swirls interrupting the rest of the fabric, yet oddly comforting and spreading out far into the room. One look at Kakashi, who just weakly gestured towards the door frame, and you stepped forward. 

His smell overwhelmed you in the split second you stepped over the doorstep. The mixture of sandalwood, minty soap and something else, heavy and sultry and spicy, filled every bit of air you breathed in, as you stood there and let your eyes roam around every inch you could see. 

The small, single bed in one corner immediately jumped into your vision. Dark-grey covers, dark-grey cushions and a black throw blanket covering most of the bed, but there was a small, worn-down and obviously well-loved plush dog sitting in the corner of the bed, closest to the pillow. There was a pinboard hanging above the bed, almost entirely covered with pictures over pictures, but you stood too far away to make out who was immortalized on this small photo-collage. To your right was a small, minimalistic desk, but so cluttered and covered with papers, you could barely make out anything else but the messy scrawl which had burned itself into your brain. 

It was so obvious that this was Kakashi’s room. But why did he have his own room at the house of his bosses? Was he some kind of slave to them? A part-time babysitter for Naruto when his marketing campaigns sucked? 

“There,” Kakashi muttered in your back, “my dark secret.”

“Secret,” you snorted as your eyes roamed over the neatly framed posters of hand-drawn art decorating the walls, “and what kind of secret that is.”

“Nothing else to say?”

“Just a few questions. For how long has it been like…” You gestured around the room, then to him, before your hands fell back to your sides. “Like this?”

He shrugged, only now also stepping into the room. His naked feet made no sound on the dark carpet. “A few years. Since I was… twelve? Thirteen, maybe.”

And he was now… what, maybe 26? 27? Even though you tried to not think about your bosses as evil enslavers, this room and Kakashi being pretty nonchalant about his situation made you think the worst. And how the fuck did they even meet? Or did they just pick up a strange kid from the orphanage? In your mind, you pictured a way younger Kakashi, with too big teeth, chubby cheeks and adorably cute for the puckered up asshole he would later become in life, overshadowed by the sinister darkness oozing out of Kushina and Minato.

No, nooo. Come on, that’s just bullshit.

Your imagination is doing overtime.

There has to be a reasonable explanation for this.

“And,” you took another look around the room, noting the clean state of everything, as well as a small bag with clothing sitting on a massive armchair, “they are… what exactly to you?”

Kakashi shrugged. “I mostly call them by their names. Why?”

You breathed deeply in. “Okay, I see that we’re not really getting anywhere with this, so I’m just fucking asking. What is happening here? What are our bosses to you, personally? Why the fuck do you have a room in their enormous flat,” you gestured around, arms flapping like the wings of a useless bird, “Like, holy shit, is this some kind of weird indoctrination into a cult in which I have to be a slave? Do I have to service them, lick their boots even more? Do I also have to live here now?”

“How much wine did you have at dinner?”

“Definitely a bit too much.”

“Mhm.” He nodded, only to shrug again. “Nothing of the cult-sort. I’m adopted.”

Your mind spun a bit further, only to come to a screeching halt. Yeah. Adoption was definitely more plausible than them being involved in a cult. After a short pause, you nodded, only to continue with a slightly calmed mind. “Okay, yeah. That’s… that makes sense.”

“Oh, does it?”

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes at his tone. “I know, the cult-thing was a bit too hasty. But come on, what was I supposed to think?”

“Well, for starters, anything normal would have been nice.” He clicked his tongue, but before you could hiss at him in return, he turned towards the armchair. Without looking at you, he brushed past you and sank into the massive cushions with a deep, long sigh. “Yes, yes. I’m an asshole, an idiot, and love devouring puppies for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. Indeed, you had been ready to hurl insults at him, but fair enough. That was probably by now a bit repetitive. Too easy to figure out. 

Before you could react, Kakashi continued, with his eyes closed and head dropping backwards against the backrest. “My dad died back when I was ten. Went through a few foster families before Minato and Kushina took me in. Since then, they let me live with them.”

There, no grand reveal, no big speech, no big dump of background info. Just plainly stating the facts without embellishing them, like it was no big deal. But it made so much sense in the scheme of things. 

Their familiarity with each other, the closeness, Naruto being so infatuated with Kakashi — he was basically his big brother — made so much sense. Just one small thing.

“And how come you work with them now?”

He sighed; a big exasperated sigh telling you that he expected this particular question sooner or later. “I work with them because I want to. Because they have a good firm with good creative people, because I like the benefits and their money. I didn’t get in because of my relationship with them.”

“Hey, a little bit of nepotism never hurt anybody but the ones not involved.”

“And that’s exactly why I don’t go out and brag about them.” His eyes snapped open, with his head propping up to look you in the eyes, with a look which you had never seen on him. “They are good people. Fuck, they didn’t even know I applied to them under a fake name and picture because I knew they would probably give my name more consideration. They judged my application for my skills alone, not my name or my face.” 

It sounded like he had that speech prepared, years and years, before you even asked the question. A defense for all the people who would find out about that particular circumstance, and together with the hard look in his eyes, he seemed prepared for everything. 

Just for a second, you could glimpse behind that facade. If that wasn’t his inner teenager jumping out, ready to lash out against the world as he felt wronged by the perception of the people around him, namely you. Without thinking, you put your hands up as a sign of you giving up.

“Alright, it’s fine. No need to explain it to me more.” 

“Feels like I had to.”

“Not really my place to judge, is it? Besides,” your mouth ran off while your brain still tried to find words or even comprehend what you were saying, “you are a marketing-genius, after all. The last Akatsuki-campaign, that wasn’t your face or your name, just… you. So, even if someone were to point out your connection to Minato and Kushina now, they would have to eat shit.”

“My.” Kakashi’s little chuckle sent shivers down your spine, for reasons you pushed entirely onto your tipsiness. “Was that a compliment?”

“Possibly, and you will never hear another one from me again.”

When Kakashi chuckled again, you couldn’t really deny smiling to yourself. It was nice, bickering like this. The tension from before was gone, blown away by the revelation. 

Kakashi had been adopted by Minato and Kushina. Lived with them since he was a teenager. He was an orphan. Of course, they were physically close, even though Kakashi seemed to bear it more than accept the closeness. Of course, Naruto knew him so well, jumped into his arms and chatted excitedly about his toys and friends with him.

However…

“That’s all nice and dandy,” you breathed in, locking onto his slumped form in his armchair, “but doesn’t explain why you’re such an asshole to me. Was it something I did? Something I said?”

Instantly, the relaxed posture of his tensed up. All of a sudden, the man couldn’t meet your eyes, all too interested in the carpet in which he dug his feet with a vigor you had usually seen only on dogs chasing after a steak. 

Or a dog being scared by the vet. One of the two. 

But you wouldn’t let that slide anymore, couldn’t let it slide. Not when you were this close to get some real answers, as he apparently was more talkative today — if now because of the threats by his parents or because he himself had a little bit too much wine, you didn’t care. You had to use this to your advantage and find out as much as possible! 

Again, you shrugged, before crossing your arms over your chest. “If it’s something I said to you, if I annoyed you when coming up to you and fangirling, then I apologize. Alright? I apologize if that is what gets you off my case.”

“It… it wasn’t that.”

“Then what else? Because you were an asshole from the get-go.”

Kakashi huffed lowly. “Can’t really argue with that, I guess.”

“Then, why? Why be so rude and pissy and…”

“Bastardly?”

“Yeah, that too.” You looked at him, trying to make out if he made a joke or not. “I just don’t… really understand. And still would like to.”

He groaned lowly. “And yet again, can’t really argue with that.”

Though, he still wasn’t answering. You waited, and waited, and waited a bit longer for good measure, but it soon became apparent Kakashi wasn’t willing to give anything away. Huffing and rolling your eyes to the heavens, you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Fine. Then don’t tell me. Just say if you will try to be civil or not.”

At that, Kakashi perked up. “I will. If you try as well.”

“I’m not-!” You stopped and bit your tongue. His eyebrows rose in silent question, and in a spout of atypical realization, you rolled your eyes again, this time in exasperated agreement. “Fine. I may have also played a part in some… arguments. A small one. Miniscule, even.”

“How unusually agreeable of you. Sorry”, he immediately interjected as you were about to hiss at him for his comment. “Last comment. I promise.”

“That would be for the better”, you huffed. 

The silence stretching into eternity afterward was perhaps even more uncomfortable than the last one. Now, that you couldn’t really snap at him anymore, what was left? Making awkward jokes about the weather? 

“So…” Kakashi hummed. “Nice night we have, right? Not too hot, not too cold.”

For a long moment, you just looked at him. Could really only look at him, as the sheer absurdity of the situation crashed into you. There you were, in your bosses amazing home, with their two sons, one of them adopted and a disgustingly big thorn in your side, and even though you didn’t know the reason why exactly he harbored some kind of silly dislike for you, at least he promised to try and behave. 

This was truly your life, and it felt like a fucking romantic comedy. 

Instead of breaking into laughter, instead of having a mental breakdown, instead of doing anything rash and impulsive, you swallowed all of your instincts down, and merely smiled at the man. “Yeah. It’s… it’s nice tonight.”

Nothing was really cleared up. There were still so many questions left unanswered, but most of the time, life wasn’t like a neat little novel or movie, with all the strings tied up and well-connected. More often than not, there were loose ends, and you were the one having to decide what to do with those strings. This one, you could and probably should ignore, as not knowing what exactly Kakashi’s problem was probably the safest option. 

“I guess,” you spoke up, still smiling a little, “we’re done for the night then?”

Kakashi shrugged. “I guess so. That was probably their plan, anyway.”

“Us trying to get along?”

“Yes.”

“And…” You tried to be nice here, just this once. To try it out. “Any more plans for the night?”

If he noticed your efforts, he didn’t let it show. He just groaned as he pushed himself out of the armchair, all of a sudden towering over you when the entire talk, you were able to look down on him. Quickly, you took a tiny step backwards. Otherwise, he was way too close, all of a sudden. 

“I don’t know. Maybe I stay here for a bit longer, catch up with Minato and Kushina.”

“If you stay the night, Naruto will probably be happy.” You had no idea where that came from, but from the bottom of your heart, you knew it was true. But fuck, that observation was probably a few steps too far. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, no. It’s alright. And you’re right.” Kakashi sighed weakly. “He would be indeed overjoyed to see me in the morning.” 

“You don’t sound that excited about the prospect.”

“If you’re excited about a little boy using you as a trampoline, then please, go ahead.” Kakashi bowed his head a little. 

You were so close to again snap at him for the comment, as you felt like it was sarcasm, but stopped yourself just in time. No, that hadn’t been mean-spirited. If you really thought about it, it just had been a simple comment, continuing the conversation with a bit of humor and exasperated fondness for the young child. 

Nothing else.

“I don’t think,” you started slowly, every word on your tongue weighing heavily on your mind, “I would appreciate him rearranging my bones and intestines that way. So sorry for that.”

A low hum came from him, obviously satisfied with your answer. “See? I like my bones where they are, unharmed and not broken into pieces by a small boy’s feet.”

“Very understandable.” With a low sigh, you nodded towards the door. “I should get going then. It’s late.”

Kakashi hummed nonchalantly. Nothing but sheer understanding for the situation, which was a nice change in itself. No arguing. Though, you had no idea what to say now that you were left without the annoyance with him which usually would have filled the silence between the two of you. But there was one thing you just had to ask, and the question just tumbled out of your mouth to push aside the uncomfortable silence.

“Why did you ask me to work with you earlier?”

You had no idea what to expect. If Kakashi would answer or if he would clam up. It could go either way. So it was pretty interesting to watch his expression while you waited for an answer. 

At first, the man fell silent. His eyes flickered away, just for a split second, only to come back to your face. He needed a few seconds, but when he spoke up, his voice was calm and measured, every syllable as valuable as gold. 

“I didn’t want anyone to know that Minato and Kushina are my parents.”

“But…” You sighed weakly. “But why?”

He shrugged. “To avoid explaining all of this. To avoid being accused of nepotism. And would you like to be reprimanded by your parents in front of a colleague? I thought, if we could act like we cleared everything by ourselves, they wouldn’t force me to explain every little sad detail like I was still a bratty little teenager.”

“Oh, you grew out of that stage? Sorry,” you winced weakly, “that was my last comment.”

But to your surprise, Kakashi chuckled weakly. “Only fair. So… enough of all of that. We cleared our grievances, and we can work together from here on out.”

“Yeah. Sounds good to me.”

You really couldn’t wish for more than that. Still, when you said your goodbyes to Minato and Kushina, while you defended yourself from another glass of wine, when you left their apartment and caught your first undisturbed deep breath in the safety of the elevator, you couldn’t shake the gut feeling that, even though Kakashi answered your question, he still didn’t tell you the entire truth. 

But you couldn’t prove it, and really, it wasn’t your issue to deal with. The most important part was the safety of your job. Nothing else mattered.

Only when you stood outside, the brightly lit building looming far above your head, you noticed what Kakashi did. Or, to be more precise, what he didn’t fucking do.

This fucking bastard never apologized for putting you through the wringer. 

“That… fuck.” You didn’t know what you expected after this evening. But surely not this, with Kakashi again having the upper hand, even after being told to apologize by both his bosses and his parents, after him being forced to show a bit more of the person behind the asshole, after making you agree to being civil around each other, he still came out of this without a meaningful apology for what he did to you.

For another long moment, you stared at the building behind you, before climbing into your car, stomach filling with frustration and anger. Your hands clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white from the force, before you started the engine with a forceful turn of the key in the ignition and a bite to your lips.

I still don’t have to like him, I just have to work with him. And if he just lets me be, and we can focus on the project, then everything will be alright.

You snarled silently as you pulled out of the parking spot, controlling your boiling anger just enough to remember that being caught by the police with alcohol in your blood system would be awful. Maybe some of the cool night air would help. Rolling the window on the driver’s side down, you breathed in through your nose and out of your mouth, maintaining the last shred of your dignity and a shard of your broken pride. 

No more interactions with him. No more fights. Just no more trouble.

Fingers crossed. 

~ X ~

“And?” Kushina asked as Kakashi entered the living room again. “Will you stay the night?”

“I just might. It’s late, Pakkun is taken care of by Gai, and the drive would be long.” Kakashi shrugged weakly. “Besides, Naruto will be beside himself when he sees me tomorrow.”

She laughed at that, the throaty well-known sound being carried into every corner of the room, even over the soft whirring of the dishwasher. “Oh, I bet. So good to have you, but you know that you’re always welcome.”

“Still nice to hear it once in a while.”Kakashi answered, shrugged, only to look at Minato, who was melting into the couch by now. “I will make breakfast tomorrow. Is French toast okay?”

“More than okay. You know I won’t say no to your cooking.” Minato sighed out, while letting his shoulders roll. “Is everything cleared up, though? No more complaints about a fight fluttering into my office?”

“Everything is alright.” 

“What was that about, anyway? I can’t remember the last time you did your hazing.”

“I didn’t exactly “haze” her.”

“Tell that Obito. Or Gai. Or Rin, but you stopped on your own there, so it doesn’t really count.” Kushina shrugged as Kakashi glared at her. “I’m just stating the facts. Statistically speaking, all the people you somehow like are going through some hazing. Which still doesn’t make it right, by the way.”

Better not to answer that. Or say anything, as Kakashi knew that she was right. He definitely had a problem with approaching new people. His therapist told him nearly every session. 

That didn’t mean though that he was doing the same again. He had enough friends, enough people which cared about him, enough family-!

Well, there could never be enough people to care. He had to learn this lesson early enough in life, after all. 

But not her. No, absolutely not. Even though he already did some stupid shit to her, there was no particular reason for it, thus he could stop anytime with that. Simple. 

Alright, maybe there was a tiny, stupid reason for it, but nothing big. 

Yeah, no. Kakashi weakly sighed and shook his head. He couldn’t even convincingly lie to himself, how the fuck would he be able to lie to Kushina without ratting himself out? 

“I don’t know what you mean”, he said instead.

“Mhm.” Kushina raised her eyebrows. “Sure, you have no idea.”

“Absolutely none.”

“Well, whatever it is,” Minato smiled that same unbearably gentle smile Kakashi knew all too well, “it’s good that it’s cleared up, and we talk like adults with each other now. Alright?”

He shrugged. “Alright.” 

So, he just had to be nice from now on. Easy, right? Easy enough. Well, nicer than he was already, but actually showing it to another person… Dangerous territory. On the inside, Kakashi sighed again, but didn’t show it to his parents. Instead, he just shook his head with a mocking grin, stood up from the couch in the living room, hugged Kushina from the side, hugged Minato as well, only to wave over his shoulder once more before he left the room. 

Time to hit the hay. He had to be on his toes in the morning, after all, and be ready to show a different side from him to you, too.

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Always Been You

Summary: Aizawa knows that just because his students graduate, doesn’t mean he stops being a mentor to them. They’ll reach out to him for help and he’ll drop everything to assist, every single time. And then you show up at his door, asking for help that may cross a boundary he can’t come back from. But what kind of teacher would he be, if he says no?

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

Word Count: 7.4k+

Warnings: Smut (18+), hurt/comfort, teacher/student relationship if you squint, dirty talk, porn with a plot, references to dubcon acts and drugging, afab reader, oral (fem receiving), creampies, Aizawa drinks his respect-women juice daily, social constructs of virginity are fake and toxic but for the sake of the plot Reader believes in them, references to toxic sexual education, talk of human trafficking, panic attack, college boys (because they need their own warning)

A/N: I haven’t written a reader insert in years y’all but I woke up the other day thinking of this plot and it hasn’t left my brain since. I just? Love? Aizawa so much??? But I’ve always had a thing for every teacher in any manga/anime so that’s not surprising. (Kakashi, Urahara, Gojo, Stein??? They just do something for me). Anyway, this really got away from me, especially at the end, but I wanted to end it on a sweet note. I have a small bonus chapter in mind to tie off the (possible) cliff hanger at the end of this chapter.

Aizawa Shoto knows all too well that just because his students graduate doesn’t mean he stops being their teacher. Maybe other teachers in other schools had that luxury, but not him, not in this profession.

He isn’t surprised when he gets emails or texts from students asking for advice and his professional opinion. They taper off the more settled into being a hero his former students become. What starts out as multiple messages a week slowly filters into a couple messages a month into a few a year until all that remains is well wishes on holidays and birthdays.

His coworkers go through the same thing. It’s bittersweet, he thinks, when they no longer send panic filled messages at simple villain encounters and only reach out with greetings instead. Despite them receiving a graduation ceremony and a license; not reaching out at every turn is when Aizawa and the other teachers truly consider their former students as full-fledged heroes.

Some of those students become closer to the teachers. What was once a student-teacher relationship blossom into friendships. Despite how much Nemuri and Hizashi tease Aizawa about adopting all of his students, they’re both just as bad. Nemuri alone has been named God Mom to no less than 8 former students' children and Hizashi is honorary uncle to 12.

Aizawa has always extended an open door policy at school, which for some of his former students, translates into an open door policy for his home. They come to him with wounds that need patched, or a place to crash for the night if exhaustion after a long patrol makes it unsafe to travel further than his front door. A few times, he’s had to work them through panic attacks or episodes of self doubt after a particularly bad fight. Usually if he sees on the news one of his former students involved in an attack where civilians are killed, he preemptively sets out what he knows will bring that particular student comfort before they even stumble to his front door.

Every once in a blue moon, some of his former students (who are all little shits, he swears) will come knocking with no other purpose than to check up on him bother him. They’ll breeze past him once he opens the door, bags of groceries or piles of take out in hand. They’ll mumble a half hearted “I was in the neighborhood” not convincingly at all and set about guilt tripping persuading Aizawa to eat a proper meal with them (because you don’t spend three years with Aizawa as your teacher without learning he’s horrible at caring for himself).

You’re one of them. Despite having been in the first class Aizawa had ever taught as a teacher, you still reach out constantly show up several times a month, the same excuse falling from your lips as you slip past him and into his apartment with a cheeky grin. Aizawa always grumbles as you replenish his fridge with actual food instead of jelly packets before cleaning up parts of his apartment all the while cooking him dinner, filling the air with polite talk and the smell of food that never fails to make his stomach rumble.

So he isn’t surprised when you knock on his door one evening even though you were just over two nights ago. He is surprised when he opens the door to find you standing there with nothing but a file in your hands, face flushed, and gaze averted.

“Y/N,” he grunts, eyebrow raised.

“Uh. F-fancy seeing you here.” Your eyes dart everywhere but his face. This was not the cool confident person that he knew. Your shoulders are dragged up to your ears, the folder held in front of you like a shield, while you shift your weight back and forth on the balls of your feet.

“I live here,” Aizawa responds.

“Right! Right…” you trail off, before blurting. “I need your help and you’re the only one I could think of!”

He looks at you, taking in your uncharacteristic stance, before sighing and moving to the side, holding the door open for you to come in.

After the both of you are settled at the dining room table, cups of fresh coffee steaming in your hands, he clears his throat. “You needed help?”

You jump slightly and bite your bottom lip, before sliding the folder over towards him. He picks it up and begins to flip through it, eyes raking the pages as his eyebrows begin to steadily climb his forehead. “The Commission wants me to go undercover in a sex trafficking ring. There’s been a recent uprising in human trafficking and the ring they want me to go undercover in has a massive influence in Japan. At least 27% of all trafficking happens due to them and another 36% happens through connections with them.” Aizawa grunts, reading through the same information that you were providing verbally.

“This operation has been in the works for years now and my part in the mission could destabilize the human trafficking in Japan and provide us with some breathing room to put some contingency plans in place for the next trafficking ring that pops up.” You tap the side of the mug with your perfectly manicured fingers.

Aizawa let out a breath. “That’s a lot. Jesus kid. Congratulations.”

An operation like that would rocket you into the top 100 easily, if not the top 50.

You hum in reply, a bouncing leg joining the rhythmic tapping of the mug in what he recognizes as a nervous tic. You’ve never been one to be nervous so immediately his concern and curiosity is piqued. His eyes slid to your face over the top of the folder calculating.

“What do you need my help with then?” He asks. If they wanted to bring him in for information or as a hero on the case, why send you and not someone from the Commision? Before he can start processing this enigma, you reach over, pulling the folder from his hands and flip through to the back, taking out a section of the folder once you find what you’re looking for. You slid it to him.

He takes it into his hands, looking down at it briefly to read the information, and then raises his gaze to meet yours.

“Your undercover identity?”

You nod. “They want me to go in as one of the victims. It would be easier and less time consuming than trying to infiltrate as a villain. But sources think they’re subduing them with drugs to make it easier to hold and transport the victims as well as prevent them from fighting back. With my Quirk, I’ll be able to infiltrate easily and find their base or bases of operation without being inhibited. We’re confident they’re bouncing the victims around several locations to make it harder to track. While I’m in, I can tag the locations for a future raid so the heroes can hit them all at once and minimize the chance of escape or loss of life.”

Your Quirk neutralized drugs, poisons, and other toxins on yourself and other people. You were primarily a rescue hero that took care of things like toxic spills, gas leaks, and exposures. He recalls one time a child who suddenly got their Quirk (a simple but powerful ability to change the structure of molecules at will) and wound up turning the air in a grocery store to carbon monoxide, poisoning everyone inside. While emergency workers and other heroes wore gas masks, you simply waltzed inside and gave the scared kid a dose of Quirk suppressants to temporarily nullify his power until he saw a Quirk counselor and learned to control it. All the while you sat there with him in your arms agreeing with him that space was very cool, not at all affected by the deadly gas while you went about ventilating the place. Aizawa could see why the Commission reached out to you for this assignment versus someone else with more experience in infiltration.

“And where do I come in?” He asks again.

“Sensei… I’ll be going in as a victim. I’ll be undercover for a while. Best guess is several weeks, worst is several months. I’m under no illusion that I’ll be able to walk away with my…,” you purse your lips. “… dignity still intact. I’m… not ok with it per say… but I’m willing to do it to save lives. Besides, I've already been set up with mandatory therapy before and afterwards.”

“Y/N… that’s a lot.” Aizawa’s eyebrows furrow together in concern.

You nod your head. “Yeah. But I’m the only one. I can neutralize the drugs and leave me in the right state of mind. Not to mention that bacteria and viruses count as a toxin to my Quirk so I’m at no risk for picking up anything. And I’ve already started on long term birth control. Nobody else can fill these parameters.”

He got that. It sucked, but he got it. “So when do you leave,” he asks, sliding the paper back to you, which you tuck neatly back into the folder.

“In two weeks.” His eyes widen and he sat up straight.

“So soon??”

You look up at him, something simmering beneath your gaze. “For you maybe. This has been in the works for a long time now on my end. I’m only telling you for two reasons. I… uh… got permission to explain it to you.”

His eyes narrow. “Why?”

“The first is to ask you to look after my cat, obviously.” You give him a cheeky grin. He nods, well used to former students asking him of this when missions took longer than a day to be completed.

“And the second thing?”

You avert your gaze again, back to fiddling with the mug in your hands. “Sensei… do you remember the night of the typhoon nearly a year ago?”

He nods, heat rising to his ears. Of course he remembered. How could he forget?

You showed up on his doorstep halfway through a typhoon that hit Japan and effectively shut everything down. The only people out were emergency workers and pro heroes that could handle the rampaging storm and assist in relocation of citizens who’s homes had been destroyed or help them towards hospitals.

He had pulled you inside, soaked to the bone, and helped you dry off while grumbling about how illogical it was for you to be out in this. Despite offering you a change of his dry clothes, you were still freezing, so he got to work on setting up the heater for you. It ran for four minutes before the electricity in his building cut out.

He debated for exactly ten seconds before pulling you into his bed with him, limbs tangled together, while he attempted to rub feelings back into your skin.

All the while, he was hyper aware of how you had taken off your underwear, leaving your breasts squished against his chest, while your legs were tangled together. He fought against the growing erection in his pants, diligently thinking about everything that would turn him off like the statistics of cats that die in shelters year round.

Your shivers die off slowly which leads to your eyes flickering up at him, gaze too wide, lips parted into a soft sigh. “Aizawa-sensei…”

And then he was taking your lips into a slow deep kiss, lips parting slightly. He drew your bottom lip between his teeth, mouth slanted across yours. One arm snaked behind the small of your back tugging you closer, while the other trailed under your shirt, fingers lightly caressing your skin in a way that had you arching, as he settled his fingers under the curve of your breast teasingly.

You sighed under his touch, as he deepened the kiss, tongue darting out. He moved, positioning himself over top of you between your legs. The hand that was behind your back was suddenly cupping your face in a way that seemed to sear your flesh in its intimacy. His other hand cupped your breast, fingers dragging along your hardened nipple in a way that had you moaning, pushing up into him, pelvis grinding into his hard on in a way that made him see stars.

His hands trailed down to your hips, tugging at the waistline, and just as you lifted his hips to give him access, the lights flashed back on, freezing Aizawa in place.

Shame flooded every ounce of his body. Here he was, taking advantage of you when you needed his help. What kind of pro hero was he? What kind of teacher? What kind of friend-?

“I-“ he started, eyes dancing around to avoid look at your flushed face. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

He untangled himself from your limbs, unable to fully look at you through his guilt. Before you could even say anything, he was gone.

The next morning you were gone too. You stayed away for several weeks, the longest amount of time for you, to the point where he had convinced himself he had ruined that relationship you had with him. He hated himself for it. Sure, he had thought about you in that way before. Sure, he had had dreams of you before (starting after Nemuri teased him, saying you were always acting like Aizawa’s wife so when was he gonna make it official?) that spilled over into fantasies when he touched himself or even when he entertained other women. But he had never let himself act on those thoughts because he was respectful and responsible. And he didn’t want to risk driving you away. Until now.

So when you showed up a few weeks later, arms full of groceries, breezing in and acting like nothing had happened, he nearly collapsed in relief. And then proceeded to follow your lead and never talk of it again, even if it meant the fantasies became more frequent and intense.

“Of course I remember.” He shifts in his seat, this time averting his gaze. This was the first time you had brought it up.

You brought the mug to your lips and drank deeply from it, before settling it back down between your two hands. “You asked me why I was out in such a storm and I never answered you, but the truth is, that was the day I officially learned of everything this assignment detailed. And because of that I… I wanted to see you immediately. Enough to risk the wrath of Mother Nature herself.”

“Why,” he murmurs.

Fingers tap the side of the mug again as your eyes shifts. “I knew what I would eventually have to do. But the truth is…I came here that night with ulterior motives. Because I haven’t… done that kind of thing before. You were the furthest I’ve ever gone with anyone, that is. And I was willing to go further. Of course your guilt complex and morals had to get in the way of that.” You give him a cheeky grin, before the smile falters. “And in the end I was too embarrassed and too much of a coward to explain that to you at the time. What you must have thought of me… I became convinced you were disgusted and believed I was indecent. Therapy has helped me overcome the idea that salacious desires are wrong, but I grew up in an area where we were taught carnal wants were misguided and bad. So you can imagine the internal war I was waging with myself.”

A blush stains your cheeks as you become interested in the whorl design of the wooden table.

“I’ve never thought that way about you,” Aizawa says in a way that leaves no room for argument.

You smile softly up at him. “I know. You’re much too kind.”

He looks away at that, unable to find the words to say to counter your statement. He swallows hard, his mouth too dry. “So you‘ve never….”

“Had, uh.” You clear your throat. “Sex. I’ve never had sex. With anyone. There’s only ever been one person. That I’ve been interested in, that is. But I’ve never gone further than holding hands. And kissing. But mostly just holding hands. After that night, I tried to find someone else… but I could never go through with it.”

“I still don’t understand what that has to do with your mission…” he trails off suddenly, as he connects the dots.

Oh.

Oooh.

He swallows hard again and straightens in his seat. He gets it now. But he needs to hear you say it.

You bit your lip, continually tapping at the mug with your fingers. “I don’t want my first time to be with some sleazy guy in a dingy back alley room. I want it to be with someone meaningful, someone I trust. Someone I respect and admire and care for deeply.”

“And who is that,” he says, voice lower than normal.

“You,” you whisper, tapping at the mug like it’s your lifeline.

He could feel his restraint failing him and his knuckles turn white with the effort to not… do something, anything. “Y/N… do you know what you’re asking?”

Your eyes find his obsidian ones. “Of course. It’s always been you. It wasn’t until that day, when I became aware of all that my assignment truly entailed, and I knew I needed to be with someone else first so I had that memory not be tarnished by this mission… that’s when I understood then that I’ve liked you for a very long time, when I realized I could think of no one else but you to go to. That there was no one else I wanted but you and that I’ve subconsciously been wanting you this whole time and why I’ve never entertained another man in my bed even after overcoming my views on sex or had relationships that lasted longer than a few dates. It has always been you.”

There’s a blush glowing on his cheeks. He falls quiet and the silence lasts for so long, that with nothing but the sound of a clock ticking in another room and the frantic tapping of your fingers, your mind begins to wander in panic and you slowly begin to doubt, wondering if maybe you’re asking your former sensei too much. You had thought after that kiss that maybe he felt the same way as you, but perhaps you’ve just been deluding yourself this whole time. The silence eats at you and your stomach turns, causing you to swallow and clear your throat. You need to speak now, to salvage this before it’s too late. “If this is crossing a line… if this is crossing a boundary, I understand. I recognize I’m asking a lot of you.” You try not to let the disappointment in your voice show.

You start to stand, draining the last of the now-cold coffee from the mug in an effort to not cry in disappointment in front of him. “Ah. Sorry to ask this of you. I know it’s inappropriate, and I can only hope this doesn’t change things between us. I’ll… uh, get going then. I’ll be back with my cat before I leave. I’ll be bringing her supplies, and some actual food for you too. It’ll be a lot this time- think of it as a prepayment for cat-sitting before I’m able to actually pay you properly. That being said, please clean out your fridge before I come over. I think I saw yogurt in there that expired two months ago, the other-“

“Where are you gonna go,” Aizawa’s voice cuts off your nervous rambling. “If I don’t…”

He trails off, but you know what he’s trying to convey. You shrug in reply, placing the mug in the cupboard after washing it and head back towards the front door. “I don’t know? The bar probably. Any random college kid would take me up on my offer-“

A heavy hand wraps itself around your wrist and yanks, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall. It takes you a second to realize Aizawa’s body is hovering over yours, hands on either side of your head caging you inside. You blink up at him and oh… you recognize that look. He’s angry. Why is he angry?

“A college kid.” He drawls, unimpressed.

You shrug at him again. “It’s my only option and they’ll be better than some sleazy guy in a dingy back alley- ”

He moves closer and your voice dies a swift death in your throat as you can feel his body heat through your clothes. You stare down at his chest, not willing to meet his eyes, suddenly finding your mouth too dry and your palms too sweaty with nerves. A finger snakes under your chin and forces your head up to look at him. Your eyes dart to the side, unable to find the courage to look him in the face.

“Y/N… look at me.” He murmurs. “Please.”

The desperation in his voice when he says please is what causes you to look at him and you something dark in his gaze. The hand under your chin slides to the back of your neck, causing your skin to prickle.

“What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help out one of my students when they need me,” He says and it’s enough to cause you to almost laugh and or collapse in relief. “Especially when it’s you.”

He dips his head, kissing you desperate and hungry, pulling you into his arms with a frantic sense of urgency. His kiss is sloppy and needy, nothing like the slow kiss you two shared a year ago. He hands slide down, gripping your thighs and pulls, wrapping your legs around his waist. You gasp into his mouth and his tongue almost immediately pushes past your lips with a swirl.

You kiss back with a feverish frenzy as he walks the two of you back towards his bedroom. His hand snakes up through your clothes, snapping off your bra, and drags it and your shirt off. You break the kiss long enough for him to pull your clothes over your head and toss them somewhere off to the side.

“Especially when it’s me?” You question, panting against his lips.

He draws back, eyes still dark. “Me too. It's always been you, to me.” He echoes your words from earlier and deposits you into his bed, climbing over top of you, while he drags his own shirt off.

Your mouth waters as you take him in. You always knew that Aizawa was fit, as a pro hero he had to be, but his baggy clothes really do hide how ripped he is. He bends his head, teeth dragging along the pulse point on your neck, latching on to the heated skin.

“Tell me if it’s too much and you want to stop. I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Promise me, you’ll tell me.” He rumbles in your ear.

“I trust you,” you tell him.

“Promise me.” He demands soft but deliberate.

“I promise.” You answer him.

His hands slip down to your waistband, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants, while his teeth nip and suck open-mouthed kisses on your clavicle causing you to shudder. You moan, leaning into his touch, and dear God, nothing has happened yet but you’ve never been so turned on before in your life. Your head rushes at the surge of adrenaline that hums beneath the surface of your skin.

He drags his lips up to your ear. “Lift your hips for me.” You oblige, allowing him to grasp your pants and underwear and rake them down over your ass and thighs. He sits up, peeling them from your legs, and tosses them aside. You stare up at him, body flushed, and eyes wide, suddenly self conscious of the way he’s dragging his eyes over your figure admiring every single inch. You’ve never felt so exposed.

He must sense that because he leans over again, capturing your lips into his, distracting you from your embarrassment while he explores your mouth. He breaks the kiss, scraping his teeth along your jaw, down your neck, and across your chest. He nips and sucks at your breasts in a way that has you aching and rocking your hips to drag against the growing bulge in his pants.

He moans, gradually working his way down your stomach, biting at your hips, before he settles between your legs. Teeth and lips leave marks at the sensitive skin on your inner thighs that cause you to pant and tremble under his touch.

“Tell me if you want to stop.” He says again, looking up at you. You can do nothing but nod weakly at him, breath erratic, heart pounding in your ear drums. Every single nerve in your body feels on fire.

He smirks at your disheveled appearance, before he dips his head and licks a stripe at your glistening cunt. “Oh!” Your voice sounds so surprised, hands flying to his hair immediately, hips bucking up to meet his mouth. Your fingers have never made you feel like that. You need more.

He licks and sucks at your mound, going slow and hard in a way that has your entire body quivering beneath him. You whine, muscles straining, as electricity and heat swirl through your entire body making your toes curl. Every motion he makes with his mouth is molten pleasure seeping through every vein in your body. Just when you think he can’t get any better, he moves in a different way, and the crest of euphoria drags you up and up and up leaving you delirious and intoxicated from the feeling of teetering on the edge.

“Fuck, Aizawa.” You moan, head tipped back, as your fingers dig into his scalp to find purchase, anything to hold on to as he strings your body along hard. He can tell you’re getting close already, and slips a finger in your cunt, pumping it slowly, before dragging another one in. He curls them, finding the bundle of nerves that has you lifting off the bed chasing the pleasure you desperately crave. You fold into him, wailing as you cum, spasming around his digits so tightly, his cock throbs with want and need. He doesn’t stop sucking and fucking his fingers into you until your wails turn to sobs, thrashing in his iron grip as he drags your orgasm along for as long as possible.

You collapse back on the bed, huffing, body twitching as you come down from the high. Aizawa pulls himself up, dragging his pants off in one motion. “Good girl.” He coos, and oh- doesn’t his words just send sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine? Aizawa’s praise always did make you preen.

“That was better than anything I’ve ever imagined.” You breathe.

He pauses and slowly a smirk spreads across his face. “Better than anything you’ve imagined?”

“Yes.” You pant. “Do you think I haven’t touched myself to thoughts of you?”

Aizawa leans over you again, dragging your knees up to your chest, and settles himself between your legs, his cock bumping against your slick folds. He hovers, leaving a few centimeters between the two of you, and looks you deeply in the eyes.

“Still not too late to back out and go have your first time with someone else,” he mutters, wanting to hear you consent one last time before you never get this moment back. This is the last time you can ever claim to be a virgin and he needs to know you’re ok with him taking this from you. It makes you fall for him more to know that despite him not caring about concepts of virginity, he’s still taking this seriously because you do care about it.

You shake your head. “Only you. I want- no I need it to be you. It’s always been you.”

“Ok.” He breathes out through his nose. “I’m going to go slow. We can stop at any time. Tell me if you want to stop.”

“Aizawa, please,” you whine, aching with need.

“Tell me.”

“I will.”

And then he’s entering you, breaching your entrance leaving you both gasping and moaning. The self restraint on him is admirable as he thrusts into you shallowly and slowly, inching his way in bit by bit, ignoring the primal urge to just slam into you so rough and fast that it has you screaming. He wants to do so many other things, wants you in so many other positions, wants to whisper so many filthy things in your ear; but he doesn’t want to scare you away. He’s patient, he has to be, if he wants you to come back for more.

Even though he worked you open, you're tight, so impossibly tight, that he has to grit his teeth against your neck and fight against how much your silky walls are sucking him in too fast and too soon.

He hears you whimper and that has him freezing, eyes snapping to your face. Your eyes are shut tight, hands squeezing around his biceps, as you let out shuddering breaths.

Just as he’s about to ask if you’re ok, you open your eyes and look at him with so much adoration that has him feeling raw and exposed, choking on emotions that threaten to squeeze his throat shut. He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you reach up, curling your arms around his head and pull his face down to yours, whining. “Don’t stop. Oh please don’t stop.”

His mouth smashes against yours, wanting and needy, as you gasp against his lips, your begs tasting delicious on his tongue as he rolls his hips again, sliding the last few inches in. His forehead falls to yours as he moans in your mouth, stilling flush against your pelvis to give you a moment to adjust, stretched out and impossibly full. You feel so hot and warm, gripping him so firmly, that Aizawa rapidly recalculates his worldview, and comes to the conclusion that this is what pure happiness feels like, this is nirvana. He never wants this moment to end, wants to live in this brief period of time forever, buried to the hilt in your pussy that feels like the Gods personally formed it just for him and his cock.

He looks at you, brushing your sweat slicked hair out of his face and returns to the look of veneration. “You’re so perfect, so beautiful. You’re doing so good. Look at how well you took me.” He praises causing your cunt to squeeze him.

His eyes, more awake and alert than you’ve ever seen them, flutter for the briefest of moments at the increased pressure, before he looks at you again. “I’m going to move now, ok?”

You nod and so he starts with a slow and steady pace. You shake beneath him, back arched, chin tilted as fireworks explode behind your eyelids. He watches your face, adjusting his position or depth or speed anytime the look of pleasure starts to turn into a grimace. He wants this to be as good for you as it is for him, doesn’t want to be the cause for any discomfort or pain. Your pants are mixed with moans and you bring the back of your hand to your mouth to muffle the sounds. In any other circumstance, he would pull your hand away and demand you let him hear every sweet noise you make. But he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, so for just this one time, he lets you cover your mouth, to provide an ounce of comfort.

“Aizawa, I-“ you whine.

“I know, kitten. I know.” His chest rumbles. “That’s my good girl. You’re doing so well. Fuck, you feel amazing.” He can feel how wetter you’re getting with each passing thrust, how much more you’re squeezing him to the point where it’s almost painful to not just fuck into you with a fervor.

The growing pleasure is almost uncomfortable for you. You’ve gotten yourself off on your fingers before, but this is a whole new level. Everything is blurring together, swallowing you whole, drowning out every thought until there’s nothing left but Aizawa.

The growing pressure is agony, making you sob, hot tears splashing down your cheeks that he quickly kisses away, as the tension pulls tighter and tighter. You don’t know how much longer it can last, you’re sure the next second, the next thrust is the one that sends you over the edge, but it never does. It builds and builds and builds, the desperation leaving you trembling under his touch, babbling incoherently, lips slicked with drool, fingernails digging into his flesh as each roll of his hips brings you to a new high.

Your senses are heightened and dulled at the same time. You can feel his hands wandering your body, exploring the valley of your breasts, feather light on your navel, and bruising on your hips. His mouth kisses and licks and sucks and bites every bit of skin he can reach. He praises you in words that sound too distant, too far away, too soft to be heard over the roar of blood in your ears. It feels incredible. It feels like too much. It makes your head swim.

“Please, Aizawa, please, I need- I need.” You blubber, willing to offer up your soul to this man for the relief you so frantically chase.

His tempo changes as he moves a hand between your folds, fingers finding your clit. “I wanna spoil you so much more kitten, but I’m not gonna last much longer. Cum for me. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He circles his finger once, twice, three times and the thread inside you snaps, finally tumbling you over that edge.

Your arms wrap around his neck as waves of euphoria crash into you, gripping him like a lifeline as your mind threatens to smother you in it. He groans into your neck, hips thrusting erratically, as your walls clench around him, milking the cum from his dick. You’ve never felt so good before. Your body buzzes, head on cloud nine, toes curling, as he rocks a few more thrusts into you to prolong your orgasm. Your whole body sings, amplified by lightning that flutters in your cunt.

Your senses return as the pleasure ebbs away. You’re hot and sweaty, muscles aching and sore, tangled in Aizawa’s arms while he lays beside you (how did you not notice him move?) and strokes your hair. He mutters praises in your ear telling you what a good job you did and he’s so proud, while he peppers your face with feather light kisses.

“How are you feeling,” he asks when he can see your eyes clear and awareness flood back in.

“Amazing, actually. I had no idea I could feel that way. I can see why people like doing it so much.” You smile up at him drunk on the happiness while he peppers a kiss to your forehead and runs his hands up and down your shoulder.

“Good.” He hums, before sitting up on the edge of the bed. He looks at you with soft eyes and reaches out, smoothing your hair down once more. “Stay here and relax, kitten. I’ll be right back with water and something to clean you up with, okay?”

He grabs his pants and pulls them on as he stands before leaving the room. You watch him disappear around the corner and a tenseness you hadn’t known was bound in your shoulders suddenly loosens. This was better than you ever imagined. You feel so fulfilled, so happy, so so in love.

But…

You also feel…heavy? Satisfied and overwhelmingly happy to the point where it makes you giddy.

But you’re still heavy.

The feeling is enough to cause your chest to convulse suddenly from the weight, pulling a sob from your throat that you hastily try to stifle by shoving your fist into your mouth. Something in you breaks unexpectedly and despite fighting to swallow the wails, you collapse in on yourself, white hot tears rolling down your face as you gasp, gulping down spasming breaths, never quite able to pull enough air into your lungs. Dark spots break out in your vision as you try and fail to stop this emotional storm that rolls over you. Why? Aizawa is everything you ever wanted, and you’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. It’s always been him. So why?? Why does it feel like your heart is breaking?

A hand suddenly slides under your shoulders and knees, pulling you into a broad chest, arm wrapping around your body in a way that makes you feel so safe and protected. Aizawa runs his hand up and down your back, making soothing noises as he works you through your panic attack. A blanket appears in your peripheral, wrapping around your body, tucking you into his large frame. Your sobs start to subside, leaving you with little shuddering breaths.

“I-I’m sorry.” you hiccup, looking up at him apprehensive, worried he’s going to think you’re ridiculous for crying after you two just had sex. There’s no such judgement on his face though, just concern and worry.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He assures you, reaching to his side to produce a bottle of water that he hands you. You drink from it, draining the whole thing in nearly one go, not realizing just how thirsty you were until then. The few seconds the action grants you, allows you to relax against him, suddenly so exhausted from all the emotions you’ve felt since you knocked on his door.

“I- I have no idea why I started crying.”

“Well, what are you feeling,” he asked, tucking your head under his chin. “Talk to me. Maybe we can find the answer together.”

You looked down at your hands, flexing them around the bottle. “I- I feel…” you trailed off, unsure on how to put it into words. “I’m so overjoyed that it’s making me giddy. I’m exhausted from everything that happened but I’m so blissful that I can feel an energy buzzing under my skin despite that. I want to smile so hard it hurts. It’s always been you, probably since the first time I saw you walk through the doors of homeroom all those years ago and expel five people on the first day because they weren’t taking hero work seriously. You were only a couple years older than me, and yet already so confident and sure of yourself. It drew me in like a moth to a flame. I knew deep down, in that moment I would follow you to the ends of the earth. Everything you did was so breathtaking and it always pushed me to be better, to be the kind of person that could someday stand next to someone on your level. I wanted you to be proud of me. It’s why, even when I graduated, even when I debuted as a hero and became established in the pro hero world, even when I was no longer the naive child that wore rose tinted glasses about the world around us, I still came over whenever I could, because I still chased after you, still wanted you. I was captivated- enamored by you even back then. It was love at first sight, I just… didn’t realize it at the time.”

You smile softly, lost in thought. “And now that we’ve done this, I finally feel like I’ve gotten my dream. This is the happiest moment of my life. But…” the smile falters as you drag your hand to your chest. “Right here. It feels so heavy.”

Aizawa hums. “Well first, I’m happy you see me that way. It means a lot to me, truly. Second? I’ve always been proud of you. I’ve always thought you had potential. I didn’t expel you because I saw that, right from the beginning. I always knew you would make a fantastic pro hero, it was illogical to think otherwise. And I’ve always admired you. No matter what happened, you always remained kind and compassionate. I watched you calm down a terrified little boy who developed a scary new Quirk and accidentally hurt everyone around him, by only talking to him. Any other pro hero would have knocked him out, but you sat with him while his parents were treated by doctors and enthusiastically talked to him about rocket ships and astronauts. I guarantee that kid has never forgotten your patience and understanding in that moment. And even though it’s been almost a decade since you graduated, you still continue to show up to check on me. You still talk to the other teachers at UA regularly which means a lot to them. And every time one of your former classmates or teachers winds up injured in a fight, you show up. You say you were drawn to me like a moth to a flame but I don’t think you give yourself enough credit to how truly radiant you are. I think I fell for you a couple years after you graduated when you knocked on Mic’s door, lying horribly about being in the neighborhood, bringing him take out for no other reason than you found out he was injured in a fight and was concerned he wasn’t taking care of himself properly. That type of kindness is rare in this world.”

He takes a deep breath and loops a finger under your chin so you look at him, see the raw emotion in his eyes. “And I’m honored that you trusted me enough to want your first time to be with me. I didn’t take it lightly and I never will.”

Tears begin to mist in your eyes. Your throat squeezes and your nose burns. Oh… now you understand why you feel so heavy. Why you cried hysterically earlier. “It’s not fair.”

Confusion flits across his face but you let out a shuddering breath. “I’ve wanted you for so long and now that I have you, it’s almost time to go. It doesn’t feel fair. Suddenly, I wish I didn’t have this Quirk, that I wasn’t best suited for this mission. I want to be selfish and stay here with you.”

Aizawa is quiet for a moment, because what can he even say to that? To make this situation better. “I’ll be here. I’ll wait. For however long you take. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you come back.”

“I might come back changed.”

“I’m expecting it.” He already knew. At minimum he was expecting PTSD. It’s why the Commission already started you on therapy. This is the part of hero work that nobody talks about and scares him when he looks at new students. He seems them in situations- on missions like this- and it terrifies him to the bone. He would rather expel them than send them out unready for the reality, expecting big flashy fights on TV, only to find themselves mentally broken when faced with scenarios like this.

“It might be a while before I want you to touch me again, when I come back.” You point out.

“I’ll wait until you’re ready. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” He assured you.

Your eyes flicked up to him. “Why?”

He studied your face. “Only for you. I’ll wait forever if I have to, because you’re worth the wait. It’s always been you.”

You let out a chuckled sob and lean up, kissing him with bittersweet emotions, full of longing and regret. You memorized the way his lips fit against yours, the feel of his hands on your skin. You want this day to be the moment you thought about during your mission, to push you to keep going when you want to give up. Coming back to him is your new goal and you grasp it firmly in your heart, stubbornly refusing to let it go. He’s the reason you became a hero, the reason you kept going when the mantle was too much to bear sometimes. And now, right now, wrapped in his arms, you try to convey with your kiss that he’s the reason you’ll come back.

It’s always been him.

#aizawa shōta #bnha aizawa #my hero academia aizawa #aizawa x you #shoto aizawa #aizawa x y/n #eraserhead #reader insert #x reader #female reader #eraserhead mha #eraserhead x reader #eraserhead x you #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shota x you #aizawa shota smut #aizawa smut #eraserhead smut #BNHA #mha #smut #bnha smut #mha smut #pro hero x reader #pro hero oc #aizawa x reader

[thottyimagines]

Headcanons for enemies to lovers with Kakashi with a girl who absolutely humbles tf outta him? Like he can walk around thinking he’s all that and has an advantage but she literally gets him down and is 2 steps ahead every time lol.

I admire the tenacity of those of you who send things with ridiculously powerful/beautiful/what have you inserts to write about, considering the outcomes I keep giving them.

Kakashi x OP SI

This antagonistic rivalry would have to begin in childhood or adolescence. Like, during that sweet spot when Kakashi is a little rule-following asshole who loves being top dog and hasn't had the trauma that resulted in him joining ANBU or adopting Obito's personality yet.

Kakashi is bamboozled the first time he gets his ass handed to him by a peer. He...didn't think that was possible.

It doesn't help that this little girl is taunting him now, grinning in a way that makes him want to punch all her baby teeth out.

Minato thinks that Kakashi needs a challenge and doesn't particularly enjoy beating up his precocious child student all day anyway, so he speaks to whoever's been handling her to arrange some sparring.

Whenever Kakashi ekes out a win, he's convinced the tides are turning in his favor. The winds of change are upon them and she can get off her high horse for good, thank you.

Except for then she beats him into the dirt again the next time.

Over the years, Kakashi uses her as an outlet for all of his terrible, unspeakable rage. He doesn't mind if she sees the ugly feelings that just keep building up with every new death because he's always known she's like him in a way Gai is not.

He even makes time during his suicidal ANBU period to come get the shit beat out of him in a non-lethal setting.

As they grow up and mature and remove the respective sticks from their asses that got them to "insane child genius" in the first place, they find that...well, they don't really mind hanging out without the violence.

Things progress very slowly to a friendship. They progress even more slowly to something in a more romantic light. Much of it is at the behest of our overpowered girl who does not have time for Kakashi's crises. Just choose something good for once, you rat bastard!

Kakashi has a chat with Dead Obito at the memorial stone in order to let him know of these developments and share that he's finally willing to take the next step. He imagines that Obito would have loved this; as children, Obito was her self-appointed cheerleader because he's a fan of anyone who can beat up Kakashi.

Except for Dead Obito is not so dead and has a habit of lurking about the area.

And the problem is, Obito doesn't really think that Kakashi deserves this newfound happiness.

If it's any consolation, Obito takes no pleasure in murdering Kakashi's lady love. He really was fond of her as a child. It's a pity that she made such a bad choice.

#oops I did it again #naruto #Naruto imagines #Naruto headcanons #kakashi #obito #more angst for kakashi

[rcmclachlan]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @microcomets. Thanks, friendo!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

71 currently. I've orphaned a bunch, though.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

526,242

3. What fandoms do you write for?

These days I write for whichever fandom strikes my fancy—it might be a new one, or it might be one that I fall back into every so often. My most recent fics have been a mix of new (Beyond Evil, Good Omens, Loki) and old (Cardcaptor Sakura).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Long Live The King (DBZ, bulma/vegeta)

Stopgap (Good Omens, crowley/aziraphale)

100 Zeni (DBZ, trunks/goten, bulma/vegeta)

Named (Supernatural, dean/castiel)

Solve for X (MCU, tony/loki)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I've gotten better at this! I now make sure to reply to every comment on my newer works (sometimes it's a bit overwhelming, but I think the effort is worth it).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Oneiori. Like, Cas gets a happy-ish ending, but it's not going to last. Womp womp.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

These days, I try to end all my fics on a happy note! The happiest that comes to mind is Heritage Site.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I think I've gotten hate maybe twice since I started posting to AO3 in 2010? That's statistically negligible, which is kind of amazing!

9. Do you write smut?

Not often. I don't mind writing it, but it really needs to serve a purpose to the story for me to make the effort.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

Nah, not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, but I've had a fic's summary stolen! That was a trip.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I'm floored people like my work enough to put that kind of time and effort into translating it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. I tried, but it ultimately didn't work out (mostly due to writer's block and scheduling issues).

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

This is like asking me which of my children I love more. It'd take me a month to answer this question and I'd need someone at CERN to check my work.

I will say Kakashi/Iruka is my most enduring fave; I started reading them in 2005 and fall back into them every 3 or so years. I'm currently in a kakairu cycle (as if y'all couldn't tell).

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Speaking of Kakashi/Iruka.... Hadopelagia. It was just far too big in scope for me to even think about finishing. I think I frightened myself out of it! For the best, though. I re-read it the other night and it's a MESS. This is why betas are so important, kids.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've gotten a lot of comments about how I use metaphor effectively, as well as comedy. I don't think I'm particularly funny compared to other writers, but it always fills me with joy when someone mentions my dumb sense of humor.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely smut. There's nothing worse than trying to keep track of where everyone's legs are.

Me: "I used the word 'cock' fourteen times in this paragraph......... well, maybe no one will notice."

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I've done it! Named had a whole scene written in Spanish (I tried my hand at it and then had a native speaker edit it). I think when done well, it adds something really meaningful to a story.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fanfic I ever wrote was before I even knew what fanfiction was. It was an Animorphs self-insert fic and I wrote it on a legal pad at my grandparents' house in like 1997. The first fandom I officially posted fic for was Fruits Basket in 2003, followed by QAF in 2004.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

Probably A Twist of the Knife. I had an absolute blast writing Nie Huaisang, and I'm really proud of the story as a whole (which is rare for me).

Tagging: @sonatine, @lemonistas, @stitchyblogs, @dadvans, @ataraxetta, @nandalorian, and anyone else who wants to get in on the action. :-D

#writing memes

[gojonanami]

wonderful sab!!

just out of curiosity, what was your first ever fan fic? :)

omg I love this question but I’m also embarrassed lmao

so I didn’t have my own phone / laptop growing up so I wrote my fanfic in my email because I didn’t wanna risk any of my siblings finding it — so I still have it

it was a kakashi x me as a self insert fanfic….I clearly did not know how to write fanfic. I didn’t even know what fanfic was at that time, I just wanted to write about me and kakashi haha - I think I didn’t get very far because even 12 year old me writing this couldn’t stand the cringe

…and yes apparently I have had a very consistent type over the years 😭

#sab [asks] #sab [anons] #I may be willing to share a snippet #just for laughs #and also to show how much my writing has improved bc my god

[empressofthesunwriter]

Nothing is True

… Everything is permitted.

What is real?

What is not?

Is she just turning crazy or are other powers at work?

One thing is clear Kohana will get to the bottom of this and maybe change the whole Ninja-World at the same time.

S.I. Third Shinobi World War 

!!!!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!

Since Obito’s Grandma doesn’t have an official name I gave her own. ^^

I hope you like it. :D

Chapter 8: New Discoveries

The next day, before it was time to meet with her team, Kohana walked into the Uchiha District.

Where else could she find information about Uchiha Madara and hopefully his lover, her ancestor, Haruno Sakuya?

Soon she reached Obito's house and knocked on the door.

Her teammate opened it after a few seconds.

“Yes, hello?”, he yawned cutely, still sleepy and in his sleepwear.

Konoha wished to have a camera to immortalize this moment.

Obito was adorable!

But she was here on business.

“Morning Obito-Kun, shouldn’t you get ready to meet up with our team?”, she couldn’t help but tease.

It was like lighting struck him, waking the Uchiha full up.

“Huah! Konoha-Chan?! Aww, don’t tell me you really will pick me up till I get my tardiness under control.”, he whined.

Gosh, he was so cute.

The urge to kiss his cheeks was strong in Konoha.

Why was her crush such a cutie?

So unfair!

“I’m also here for that.”, she told him and hid a giggle as he groaned. “But I need your help with something.”

“Huh? What is it, Konoha-Chan.”

She took a deep breath.

What she was going to ask could get Obito in trouble and that’s the last that she wanted.

Needless she said: “Uchiha Madara. I learned recently that my ancestor Haruno Sakuya was his lover did you know this?”

Obito's eyes widened at the mention of Uchiha Madara and Haruno Sakuya.

So he knows something!

That was surprising.

He quickly composed himself and replied, "Yes, I've heard about it. But it's not something we talk about openly in the district. It’s all hush-hush...Uchiha’s don’t normally date or marry outside the clan. But..."

The boy waved her over. Konoha stepped closer so that he could whisper in her ear.

She ignored the warm shower over her body as his hot breath stroked her skin.

“But...My Grandma told me that Sakuya was a special case. She was a welcomed guest in our clan since she was a Miko devoted to Amaterasu, our patron goddess. So as she and Uchiha Madara courted, the clan was okay with it. Even the Elders and they were always a pain in the ass.”

Huh, that was interesting.

“Sorry, but wasn’t Madara the Clan Head? Couldn’t he marry whoever he wanted?”, wondered Konoha.

The Uchiha shook his head.

“If you want to bring an outsider into the clan you need the permission of the Elders. Whatever just a normal shinobi or the clanhead.”

Double huh.

“Konoha-Chan do you wanna come in? Grandma knows more about this stuff than I do. She met Sakuya when she was a little girl.”

Well, if Obito's grandma personally knew her ancestor, who was she to say no?

Konoha thanked Obito for inviting her in and followed him into the kitchen.

His grandma, Uchiha Keika, was sitting on the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea.

“Obito-Chan who was it on the door?”, asked the elderly lady.

“Gran you remember my friend Konoha?”, said Obito putting a hand on Konoha’s shoulder. “She wants to ask you something.”

The Haruno bowed down.

“I hope I don’t disturb.”

That’s when Keika looked at her and blinked owlish.

“Incredible...you look exactly like her! Aren’t you a Haruno, child?”

“Yes I’m Uchiha-San.”

“Aww, any friend of my Obito can call me grandma, sweetheart.”

Now Konoha awed in her head.

Obito's grandma was as sweet as she remembers

“Alright, grandma, I look like who?”

“I met her when I was a child and she a grown woman, but you have the same face, eyes and hair colour as Sakuya-Sama.”

Konoha couldn't believe it.

She looked like her ancestor, Haruno Sakuya.

That was unbelievable!

And also strange.

Not only was she reliving the life of her ancestor, but she looked also like her.

Something was definitely not normal about that.

"Grandma, I'm so grateful for your time. I've been trying to learn more about my ancestor and her connection to Uchiha Madara for months," Konoha said eagerly.

"Of course, dear. It's always nice to see young people taking an interest in their family history.", Keika smiled kindly to her and then turned to Obito. “Take an example from your friend Obito-Chan.”

“Gran!”, whined the boy.

“Obito-Chan go make some tea for Konoha-Chan, while we talk. Sit down, dear.”

Both kids did as Keika asked them.

So while Obito heated up the tea again, Konoha sat in front of the older Uchiha.

"Can you tell me more about Sakuya's relationship with Uchiha Madara? How did they meet?" Konoha asked, leaning forward.

The old woman took a sip of her tea before answering. "Sakuya-Sama was a Miko devoted to Amaterasu, which is our patron goddess. She often visited our clan to perform purification rituals and offer blessings. That's how she first met Madara."

The old woman giggled.

“Sakuya-Sama was a real beauty. A lot of men and women in our clan crushed on her. When I saw her the first time, I thought she was some nature deity herself. I bet you will grow up to be just as beautiful.”

This made Konoha bashful, looking into the tea cup Obito placed in from of her as the boy joined them on the kitchen table.

“Really Gran?”, wondered Obito. “Some of our clansmen were crushing on Sakuya?”

Keika nodded. "Yes, but ironically it wasn’t Madara who first caught her eye. It was Izuna, Madara younger brother. They were inseparable from the moment they met. They became quite good friends, their relationship resembled the one siblings had. Madara was quite jealous that a woman spending so much time with his beloved brother and also he felt like Izuna was favouring a stranger over him. Actually Sakuya and Madara butted heads on more than one occasion, they were like cat and dog."

Keika took another sip of her tea before continuing. "But eventually Madara saw the error in his ways, after a lot of shouting matches between him and Sakuya and between Izuna and himself. It’s said that Izuna told his brother he would always be his most precious person, but he was allowed to have others too. Madara accepted their friendship, but then Izuna died at the hands of Senju Tobirama. You both truly know the story."

Both kids nodded.

“I know that Sakuya was also friends with Senju Hashirama and Senju Tobirama, I can’t image how it felt to hear your friend killed your other friend.”, mumbled Konoha.

"It was a devastating time for her and Madara. But this was the Warring States Era for you. Friends could become foes in one second, foes could become your friends.”, shared Keika with them. “In their grief for Izuna, they became friends and eventually in time Madara and Sakuya fell in love with each other.”

"Their love was a forbidden one, as Uchihas were not allowed to marry outside the clan. But Madara was the Clan Head and had some leverage, so he went against the Elders' wishes and married Sakuya in secret. They kept their marriage hidden from everyone, even their closest friends and family members."

Konoha's eyes widened in surprise. "They got married? I had no idea."

"Yes, my dear," Keika said with a smile. "Their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. But unfortunately, it was short-lived. Madara became consumed by hate and his desire for power. He never could forgive Senju Tobirama for killing his brother, even if it was war back then and it was killed or to be killed, then he didn’t become Hokage and our clan was tired of the fighting. Sakuya had found in her heart the power to forgive Senju Tobirama and worked with Senju Hashirama, Tobirama and Uzumaki Mito to create a peaceful village and better life for all of us. Sakuya couldn't bear to see Madara become someone she didn't recognize anymore. She tried to save him from himself, but you know it was fruitless.”

Keika sighed sadly, "It was a tragic end to their love story. Madara and Sakuya parted ways, with Madara going down a dark path that ultimately led to his downfall. Sakuya continued to work towards peace and prosperity for the village until her death. She married a civilian man, and had a son and a daughter with him. Her son, Haruno Oga is your great-grandfather, right?"

Konoha simply nodded.

Keika took a deep breath and continued, "But you know, Konoha, I always felt that Madara regretted his actions towards the end. He realized too late what he had lost in Sakuya and how much she meant to him. It's a tragedy that their love couldn't survive the turmoil of those times."

The Haruno listened intently to Keika's words, feeling a sense of sadness wash over her. She couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if Madara had chosen differently.

Would her ancestor still be alive today?

Would their love have survived?

Obito cleared his throat, breaking the sombre mood in the room. "So, Konoha-chan, did you find out everything you wanted to know?"

Konoha nodded slowly, still lost in thought. "Yes, thank you both for sharing your knowledge with me. It means a lot."

"Anytime dear, it was lovely having you over. And Obito-chan," she turned to her grandson with a stern expression, "make sure you're not late for your team meeting again."

Obito groaned playfully as Konoha stood up from the table.

"I'll wait for you outside then, Obito," she said with a small smile.

Quickly Obito finished his tea, got dressed and joined Konoha outside.

As they walked towards their meeting spot, Konoha couldn't help but think about the tragic love story of her ancestor.

It was both beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.

She wondered if such a forbidden love could exist in today's world, where people were more accepting of different cultures and backgrounds.

It made her think about her own feelings for Obito.

She had always found him cute and charming, but now she realized that there was something deeper there.

Maybe it was the way he talked about his grandmother and his clan with such passion, or the way he had helped her uncover the secrets of her family history.

Whatever it was, Konoha knew that she wanted to explore these feelings further.

However, at the same time, she couldn't shake off the feeling that their love would also be forbidden.

After all, they were from different clans and had different backgrounds.

Would their relationship be accepted by their families and friends?

Would they be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way?

When they approached their team, Obito turned to her with a serious expression. "Konoha-chan, I hope you won't tell anyone about what my grandma told us. It's a sensitive topic in our clan."

Konoha nodded understandingly. "Of course, Obito-kun. Your secret is safe with me."

Then Konoha was reminded again why thinking about being with Obito was useless since not even a second his eyes landed on Rin, he left her side to talk to his crush.

Something like a dying whale sound left her lips.

“I don’t get what you see in this idiot.”

Shocked Konoha turned to a deadpanning Kakashi beside her. She didn’t even hear how he had approached her.

“I-I don’t know what you mean...”

The Hatake just deadpanned harder.

“Of course.”

Konoha felt her cheeks heat up as she tried to compose herself.

She couldn't believe she had just made such a sound in front of Kakashi. But the truth was, she couldn't help it.

Watching Obito fawn over Rin was like a punch to the gut every time.

She sighed and looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment from Kakashi. However, he seemed unfazed by her outburst, almost amused even.

"You know," he said after a moment of silence, "sometimes what we see in others is not always rational or logical."

The Haruno looked back at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

Kakashi shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe Obito sees something in Rin that we don't. And maybe you see something in Obito that he doesn't see in himself."

She felt her heart skip a beat at his words.

Was Kakashi suggesting...no, it couldn't be possible. She shook her head and tried to push the thought out of her mind.

Yet as they continued to watch Obito and Rin together, Konoha couldn't help but wonder if there was more to their relationship than meets the eye. And maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for her own feelings towards Obito after all.

“Good morning, kids.”, called them Minato-Sensei.

Surprised Konoha blinked at the beautiful red-haired woman on his side.

She seemed familiar...

Suddenly she got one of her visions!

Minato-Sensei and the woman, Kushina were her name, throwing themselves at the claws of the Kyuubi to protect a little blond baby on an altar. In their last moments, Kushina talks to the baby, Naruto, their son, giving him advice to become a good man...

With a little hiss, Konoha messaged her hurting temple.

God this was a heartbreaking vision!

What would happen if she didn’t manage to change the future?

In no way in hell would she let Minato-Sensei and Kushina get killed, leaving little precious Naruto alone in the world?

As the team gathered curious around Minato-Sensei and his guest, Konoha tried to keep her composure and focus at hand.

Sadly her mind kept drifting back to the vision she had just experienced. She couldn't let it become a reality!

“Kids, I want you to meet someone, this is Uzumaki Kushina.”, presented Minato-Sensei the grinning red-haired woman. “She is one of Konoha's best Fuin Jutsu and Kenjutsu Masters, also she is my girlfriend.”

“Nice meeting Minato-Kun cute little Genin.”, cooed Kushina at them. “He told me a lot about you, let’s see..”

The red-haired started to point at them.

“Cute brunette with lilac stripes and already a prodigy in medical Jutsu you must be Rin.”

This made Rin giggle cutely.

“Charming black-haired boy with goggles who is really good with his fire jutsu, you are Obito from the Uchiha Clan.”

The boy rubbed his nose shyly.

“Adorable green-haired girl with cool glasses, a prodigy in assassination techniques and has this cool weapon named Hidden Blade, you must be Konoha.”

Konoha couldn’t help but blush at the praise.

“And the last of you....”, dramatically Kushina stopped before she grinned even brighter. “Kashi-Kun we already know each other.”

Kakashi ignored that Obito seemed to die of laughter, hearing Kushina's nickname for him and just deadpanned at her.

“Hello Kushina-San.”

Minato-Sensei had also an amused smile on his face. “Kushina here wanted to see for herself how good you guys already are. So today you will spar against her.”

Why did Konoha have a bad feeling about this? Kushina smiled at them promising a world of hurt and pain.

“So we four against Kushina-San?”, asked Rin to clarify.

“That’s right, Rin-Chan.”

Kushina got her Katana out, heaving now an evil look on her face.

“You four need to work to together to get me, Dattebane!”

Then she started her attack!

The four Genin were no match for Kushina's skills.

She moved with such speed and grace that they could barely keep up. Also, she threw at them Fuin Jutsu traps like no tomorrow!

Kakashi tried his best to coordinate their attacks since he had already fought Kushina in several meetings, sadly it seemed like they were just getting in each other's way.

Kushina was enjoying herself immensely, laughing as she dodged their attacks effortlessly.

It was clear that she wasn't taking the fight seriously at all.

This was so frustrating.

Suddenly, Konoha had an idea. She signalled to the others to back off and let her take the lead.

They looked at her sceptically, yet she gave them a determined nod.

The Haruno actives her Eagle Vision.

The world turned into the familiar black space, highlighting the persons in a blue Aura.

Since Kushina was their opponent she was tinted in red.

And in gold were the weak points of the Fuin Jutsus Traps!

Perfect.

A little smirk formed on Konoha's face.

She totally ignored Kushina's sword slash and concreted to hit with her Hidden Blade the weak points.

The Fuin Jutsu Trap destroyed themselves with satisfied pops.

“What, Dattebane?!”, shouted Kushina shocked.

Not only she was shocked.

Anyone was.

How did Konoha do this?!

Grappling the change that Kushina was distracted, Konoha made fast handsings.

She thanked her brother Kizashi mentally that he had shown her this Jutsu.

“Earth Style! Headhunter Jutsu!”

Thanks to the Jutsu Kushina was buried to the head into the ground.

The other Genin rushed forward to help Konoha finish the job, however, Kushina just laughed and broke free from the trap with ease.

"Not bad," she said approvingly. "You kids have some potential."

Minato-Sensei clapped his hands together in admiration. "Well done! I'm impressed by your teamwork."

The four Genin beamed at them.

“I’m impressed by you Konoha-Chan. How do you find the weak spots of the Fuin Jutsu Trap and disable them like that...Are you interested in Fuin Jutsu?”, wonder Kushina.

Before Konoha could say something Obito shouted: “What the heck?! Konoha since when do you have golden eyes?!”

Oh shit, she had forgotten to deactivate Eagle Vision.

Now all looked at her interested.

“Konoha.”, said Minato-Sensei calmy. “Do you need to tell me something important...like how a new Kekkai Genkai, especially a Dojutsu, awakened in you?”

Oh shit, what should she do now?!

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