Look, I know it’s crap, but I’m rewatching again and this keeps being a moment
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Kakashi“I really don’t want to be Hokage… Let‘s see first who else thinks this is a bad idea.”
Yamato “Personally, I can’t think of a single person in the village who’d have reason to think this. I reckon you are the most popular choice for becoming the next Hokage…”
So I love Yamato/Tenzo and idk why but my favorite non-canon way to doodle him is with long hair.
Like there is something about it (IMO) that would’ve been such an interesting look for him to have revisited as an adult. And no, not because of “hashirama vibes” or anything.
But I just imagine it being something that would bring a certain wholesome “femininity” to him, like when he was young, while fluidly meshing with the natural “masculinity” of his adult body type and pragmatic demeanor. The idea just looks and feels so badass in my head. Like a pretty but stern vibe.
And I’ve always kind of HC’d that Yamato is fairly confident in his sexuality when he needs to be (like when playing particular rolls in possible ANBU missions) and that he would be deceptively dominant. So the addition of his long hair would paint him into something more “beautifully masculine” that I think fits his character.
also as a kakayama shipper I absolutely love the idea of Kakashi being either completely flustered by or enamored with the sight of an adult haired Tenzo, as well as feeling great nostalgia while realizing that Yams really went from being and awkward twink to sassy tree twunk which makes me laugh
Anyway it’s like 2 in the morning and my brain won’t shut off so here is some long-haired Yam art⬇️
So I have this kakayama AU in my head that manifests when I’m driving and listening to music all the time and I’m not a good enough writer to flesh out an actual fanfic but I just feel like throwing it out there. it’s silly but just bare with me lol
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Anyway so I imagine that as an anbu, Yamato had an undercover mission assigned by tsunade (before joining team 7) where he kept tabs on a small developing country, where arts and technology kinda flourished as opposed to being centered around shinobi lifestyle and Somewhere along his mission, while trying to get close to the higher ups, he actually becomes somewhat of a model/idol while embracing his secret passion for dance and music. Soon After deeming the country a non threat or worry, he finishes his mission and returns to konoha.
Many Years later, after the fourth shinobi war, as technology and media had progressed that country becomes a socially progressive and expressive technological hub. Since Becoming such a big influence right now to many of the great nations, kakashi (as the 6th hokage) believes it might be worth reinforcing relations with and arranges a visit to the country, taking with him well named shinobi from konaha (such as members of team 7), ino,and of course his anbu guard - the shinobi with the most knowledge about the land - Yamato. Yamato is hesitant to go but isn’t too worried about being recognized because it’s been years since he’s been there. Come to find out, Yamato was a bigger deal than he thought. that in his absence his popularity only grew. Kakashi is surprised but asks Yamato to go back and continue this secret career in order to help their mission. kakashi (and the team) witnesses the unseen talent that is (insert:Yamato’s alias). He’s more expressive, confident, sexy, and kakashi slowly finds it becoming harder to keep his feelings for Yamato professional. Even though he performs with confidence and can exude sex appeal a lot more than anyone thought, Yamato still shies away from complements because to him it doesn’t matter how sexy he is to everyone just how he’s scene through kakashi’s eyes, making him rather nervous before he dances or performs but still gives his all telling himself “it’s for the mission”.
Basically an AU where everyone (especially kakashi) realize how hot Yamato is
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Ill probably make some art surrounding this but idk I just thinks it’s funny and I think about it when I’m bored.
Maybe it’s just me but Yamato’s dream always hit me deep. Like he just wanted to be accepted and recognized. To be something to someone(s). To be more than a nameless soldier.
Of course Kakayama is my main headcanon so naturally I believe that kakashi was very much apart of that dream off screen. Even if it wasn’t romantic.
They kinda treated the end of the tsukinomi like no one was really effected. Everything was just ok, and maybe for some it was. But Yamato had to have been reeling from the realization that his dream of being somebody surrounded by the people he loved was a lie. While the torturous nightmare of being captured, used, and left alone to die was his reality. There is no way mans don’t got some serious trama. Shit, I know I would.
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Yamato: it wasn’t real….none of it…it was all a dream. He was…just a dream.
Don’t mind me I’m just over here still doodling and loving the idea of long haired adult Tenzo I’ll never stop
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Yamato:Back when I was young and just joined ANBU I had long hair. I cut it due to its impracticality. It’s been so long since then, I can’t even imagine what I’d look like with it now. Seems silly.
Kakashi: I don’t know Tenzo, I think it’s worth re-considering…
✨Kakashi’s imagination✨: how do I look Senpai?
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Probably gonna redo this digitally. Make it nice and clean
I just imagine Tenzos first time at a hotspring was just him being a weird root boi and kakashi enjoying his awkward but honest fascination with something that is so normal while also loving his kind of company
Prompt:Digging your grave (major character death, left for dead, ghosts) Fandom:Naruto Characters:Kakashi/Tenzo Rating:T Words:1346 Notes:For@vibgyoroygbiv who didn’t request this but needs this hurt as much as I do lol
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“I love you,” Tenzo whispered, running his fingers through Kakashi’s silver hair. He brushed the soft strands away from the other man’s forehead. The Copy Nin wasn’t wearing the hitai-ate that usually slanted across his face, and Tenzo let his gaze wander over the long scar that had taken Kakashi’s original eye. The jonin rarely sat still long enough for Tenzo to appreciate his beauty the way that he was able to right now. Of course, Kakashi was every bit as beautiful in motion, so Tenzo never really minded.
Kakashi looked peaceful, another thing that almost never happened. The man carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and had for as long as Tenzo had known him. Even in their early days of Anbu, Kakashi shoulders burdens far too heavy for a boy his age. Tenzo understood the immensity of an inescapable past better than most, and he’d recognized it in his captain. That had been one of the things that drew the men together. Somehow, in the darkness of Anbu, they’d saved each other.
As he gazed down, Tenzo’s chest constricted and his knees almost gave way. It hurt to draw air into his lungs. His hand slid over Kakashi’s cheek, and he leaned down to meet their lips together in a gentle kiss. Tenzo lingered, tears filling his eyes and running down his cheeks, until he heard the door open behind him. For once, the sound caught the Anbu off guard.
A feminine cough announced the presence of the Hokage, and Tenzo straightened from adjusting Kakashi’s mask over his mouth. Light brown eyes met darker ones, and Tsunade nodded. “It’s time.”
Tenzo nodded and wiped his cheeks. He allowed himself one final squeeze of Kakashi’s hand before following Tsunade from the room. He composed himself on the walk to the cemetery, recalling every ounce of training Anbu had given him. By the time Tenzo reached Kakashi’s student, his face had taken on a mask of shinobi emotionlessness.
The younger ninja didn’t fare as well. Tears clung to Naruto’s golden lashes, and his face was splotched in red, but he managed to hold himself together for most part. Sakura did better, surprisingly. Her hands clenched against her pants and her nose was tinged pink from crying earlier, but no tears fell. Tenzo rested a hand on each of the student’s shoulders without speaking.
Distant thunder rumbled as Tsunade began, extolling Kakashi’s strength, virtue, and sacrifice. Tenzo muted the Hokage’s words to a buzz, choosing to remember the way that Kakashi’s eyes creased when he smiled. He pictured the effortless way that Kakashi shoved his headband up and moved through combat as if he were invincible. Kami, Tenzo’s always thought he was. Kakashi was almost untouchable, in battle anyway.
Tenzo’s favorite image would always be Kakashi in bed, a gorgeous flush of desire on his pale cheeks as he watched Tenzo crawl toward him. The memory gripped his throat, forcing the air out. A sob lodged there, held there by pure willpower. Icy rain splashed onto Tenzo’s face, cold tendrils worming through his hair and down his cheeks. Warm tears joined it before he could stop them. Brilliant lightning flickered across the sky. Tenzo glanced up, welcoming the reminder of Kakashi as Tsunade drew the memorial to a close.
Slowly, people began to drift away. A few spoke to Tenzo, but he didn’t recognize the words. He probably responded, or they took his silence as an answer. Either way, the cemetery emptied of everyone except Kakashi’s team. Sakura stood by Tenzo’s side until everyone else had gone. She threw her arms around him in a tight hug, then lifted on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. Tenzo felt nothing. “Why don’t you come back to my apartment, I’ll make something for dinner and we can-
“Thank you, no,” Tenzo interrupted, forcing his emotions into a tight ball of agony that he held away from his countenance.
“We could watch a movie, or play cards, or go get ramen,” Naruto offered, his blue eyes brighter from the tears that left tracks down his whiskered face.
Tenzo made himself smile. “Kakashi was so proud of you, of the shinobi you’ve become,” he offered to soften his refusal. Kakashi didn’t say it often enough. Tenzo nodded toward the village. “I appreciate the offer, but why don’t you two go ahead? I’m fine.”
Naruto started to argue, but Sakura caught his arm. She bit her lower lip, eyes watery. Tenzo hated the feeling that she saw through his guise, hated the knowing expression. “You know where to find us if you want to talk. Don’t be a stranger, okay?”
The rain increased, slicking Sakura’s pink hair to her face. Tenzo mumbled a thank you without meeting her gaze. He watched the pair leave, disappearing around the bend that led back to Konoha. Thunder rumbled again, and Tenzo moved closer to the flower covered slab that held an image of Kakashi. The photograph didn’t look like him; the hokage robes weighed down his shoulders, and the hat shadowed his beautiful, charcoal grey eyes. Kakashi stared soberly back at Tenzo.
Fingers traced the cold, damp glass that differed so much from Tenzo’s memory. Even so, it was Kakashi, his Kakashi. Pain flared from Tenzo’s knees when his legs gave way, cracking against the hard stone. A sob rose in Tenzo’s throat before he could stop it, and for once, he didn’t try to hold it back. The strength of emotion took him by surprise, squeezed his chest until the world grew dark at the edges. Tenzo sucked a desperate breath into his lungs, only to sob it out the next second. The noise was louder than the rain, louder than the thunder, louder still than the heart beat that he wished would simply stop.
Tenzo crumpled forward, head resting against his knees until the sound quieted. The sobs never ended, but his body had nothing left to give. He stayed there until he felt a hand touch his back. He found Tsunade above him, a bottle of sake in the hand that wasn’t touching him. “Mourn him in private,” she offered, voice gentle. “Not here, and not like this.”
Before Tenzo could think of an answer, the former Hokage pressed the bottle into his hand. He stared at it in confusion, before tipping it toward the sky. The alcohol burned his throat, somehow loosening the pain he’d held there. The tears started again. “I can’t do th–”
“Yes, you can,” Tsunade interrupted, taking the bottle back. She took another long drink, then sat it on the stone and pulled Tenzo to his feet. “You can, and you will. Kakahsi wouldn’t want you to fall apart because of him.”
Tenzo nodded, unable to form words. He didn’t need them; Tsunade continued. “He’d want you to be there for his team when he can’t, for his friends. You’re the last piece of him that they have.”
The blonde’s eyes took on a distant expression as she spoke, and Tenzo knew that she was speaking from experience. He blew out a breath. “How do you do it?”
“Copious amounts of alcohol and sarcasm,” Tsunade laughed, releasing Tenzo to take another drink. “But, you’ll probably manage through gardening and yoga or some shit like that. But you have to keep going; don’t let his sacrifice be in vain, Tenzo.”
The man lifted his head to meet Tsunade’s eyes, surprised that hearing his name sent a flash of warmth through his frozen chest. For years, it had been Kakashi’s to use, something private between the two of them. Now, every time that Tenzo heard it, he would think of the changes that Kakashi had brought about in his life.
“Thank you,” Tenzo murmured, pushing his damp hair away from his face. He glanced back toward the soft light of the village, hazed by the drizzle that clung to the air, and wondered if it was too late to take Sakura and Naruto up on their offer. He could do this, for Kakashi.
Prompt:Just a scratch (bitten, bleeding, stabbing) Fandom:Naruto Characters:Kakashi, Tenzo, and Genma Rating:M (maybe T) Words:1135 Notes:Character death, angst
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The world stuttered to a halt in a rain of crimson droplets. Tenzo spun in a full circle as a wind jutsu ripped through armor and flesh. He hit the ground hard while their target and guards fled higher into the hideout. In Genma’s peripheral vision, Yugao crouched in a corner with a dazed expression on her face, tanto dripping on the ground. Reality lost connection to time as Genma watched the scene before him play out in slow motion.
“Damn it,” Kakashi growled, panic edging his voice as he reached Tenzo’s side. The man dropped to his knees on the rough stone. “What were you thinking?”
Even when Kakashi shook him, Tenzo didn’t answer. A pool of crimson spread beneath his body, soaking into the knee of Kakashi’s pants. The jonin pressed against the gaping wound in Tenzo’s chest, seeking to staunch the blood flow. There was no point; it had already slowed. Brown eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling as Kakashi pushed his fingers against the man’s pulse point. “Come on,” he urged, voice starting to shake.
Genma didn’t move for several long moments, providing Kakashi the space he needed. Yugao slid her blade back into its sheath and glanced at Genma for confirmation. He offered a tight nod, then took a step forward. Genma rested three fingertips on Kakashi’s bare shoulder. He ignored the shudder that passed under his hand and pretended not to hear the almost sob in the back of Kakashi’s throat. “Now isn’t the time,” Genma reminded his captain.
When nothing happened for several seconds. Genma made his voice gentle, but firm. “Get up Hatake, we have a mission complete.”
The snarl that left Kakashi’s throat made Genma take an instinctual step backward. He shifted his weight to the balls of his feet in case the man decided to swing for him. Grief made people do strange things, but he’d never thought that Kakashi would abandon his duty so easily. Kakashi lowered Tenzo’s body back to the ground. The man’s ashen face spoke of their failures, but Genma couldn’t focus on that now. He watched Kakashi’s fingers leave a bloody streak over Tenzo’s cheek before closing his eyes forever. Kakashi bowed his head then placed the porcelain cat mask over Tenzo’s face.
Standing, Kakashi pulled his Anbu mask back into place. He didn’t look at Genma or Yugao as he drew a kunai from the pouch on his hip. Genma’s throat constricted at the pain that rolled over him. His grief felt like a candle beside the inferno of Kakashi’s. Over the past year, Genma had teased Tenzo about having a crush on Kakashi, but he hadn’t been sure that the feelings were returned. Genma knew better now. He also knew that emotions like that were only good for one thing: getting more people killed.
Kakashi moved toward the step without bothering to look at his teammates. Genma lunged forward and grabbed Kakashi’s arm. “You can’t just charge in there and—”
“Will you stop me?” Kakashi’s voice made the air’s damp chill feel like a summer breeze. His right eye blended into the shadows of his mask, but the crimson sharingan spun wildly in the left. Lightning flickered along his fingers, glowing in the space between them. “Can you stop me?”
Genma released Kakashi’s arm and took a step back. Yugao stalked closer on silent feet, stopping at Genma’s side. At least she had enough sense to let Kakashi go. “What do we do? He’s not thinking—”
Wood splintered overhead, followed by a quickly aborted scream. Wind whistled across the stones, shattering glass before being drowned out by the chitter of birds. A feral growl swallowed a second, louder scream. Genma nodded back toward the room where Tenzo lay. “Stay with him. I’ll get Kakashi.”
There wasn’t time to make sure that Yugao followed orders. The begging had started above. “Please, I didn’t know—”
Genma pounded up the stairs behind Kakashi and stepped into carnage. The door had been blown inward off its hinges; scraps of wood littering the floor like kindling. Both guards were on the ground, chests blown open by chidori and their faces locked in a grimace. Eerie blue light flooded the space. Kakashi towered over their target. Lightning paled the man’s face more than fear as he raised both hands in surrender, weaponless and trembling. Kakashi held death steady in one palm.
“Where are your orders?” Kakashi bit off each word, sharp as razor wire.
The man reached inside his vest and offered a thin, leather book. Kakashi jerked the volume from his grasp and tossed it toward Genma. “It’s there,” the man said,as he stumbled toward his feet. “Everything you need is in there. I surrender, I’ll go willingly—”
Kakashi spun, burying his chidori in the man’s chest. Blood sprayed against the wall behind him, dripping in meaningless patterns. The man’s body slumped to the ground, dragging Kakashi with it, and the light went out. Near darkness bathed the room, and it took Genma’s eyes a minute to adjust. Kakashi slumped over the dead man, chest heaving with a noise that sounded too much like a sob for Genma’s comfort.
Metal clattered as the kunai fell from Kakashi’s grasp, followed by the dull impact of fist on flesh. Kakashi slammed his hands against their dead target’s chest again and again. His breath sped toward panic with every punch, curses and half-sobs breaking the wheeze of pain. Genma reached out.
Kakashi spun, fist sailing through the space that Genma’s head had occupied moments before. The second punch caught Genma in the ribs and his armor softened the blow. He caught Kakashi’s wrist and spun, trapping it between them. “Stop,” Genma hissed, struggling to contain the fury as an elbow slammed into his ribs. He tightened his hold. “Dammit, Kakashi, stop. it’s over.”
The words had an instant effect. The fight bled out of Kakashi’s body, and he shoved Genma away. “You think I don’t know that? He’s gone, and none of this matters. None of it will bring him back.”
For a moment, Genma recalled a younger Kakashi, standing in the cemetery with tears streaming down his cheeks. He’d lost the final pieces of his family when Minato and Kushina died. Genma saw the same bone-deep despair in the man’s eyes now. Kakashi shook his head. “I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t save any of them.”
“I know,” Genma answered, wishing he could offer something besides acknowledgement. Grey and red eyes rose with a question that Genma ignored. He caught Kakashi by the shoulders in a rough hug, felt the sob that ripped through his friend’s chest, and stayed there until it steadied. When they moved apart, he squeezed Kakashi’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s take him home. We can do that much for him.”
Prompt:On a need to know basis (recovery, scars, aftermath) Fandom:Naruto Characters:Tenzo/Kakashi Rating: M (mention of graphic torture, injuries) Words:1298 (oops lol) Notes:Requested by @vibgyoroygbiv. This one is also late, but I’ve been sick. We’ll get caught up. This story references events from a much longer fic of mine called Find Me in the Dark if you want the background, but it isn’t necessary to understand this piece.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Kakashi encouraged, pushing the door to his apartment wider. Dust motes floated across his vision, and he wished he’d taken some time to clean before inviting Tenzo over, but there hadn’t been time. “Did you want to take a shower or something?”
Tenzo shook his head without speaking, moving toward the couch. He sank onto the cushions and fidgeted with his pants leg. “You don’t have to do this senpai. I’m okay to go home.”
Humming under his breath, Kakashi nodded. “You might be ready, but I’m not sure that I am.”
It had been less than two hours since Tenzo was released from the hospital where he’d stayed for two days. Tsunade said the man was physically well enough after his ordeal, but his mental state was another story. She didn’t quite suggest that Kakashi should stay with him, but the implication was there. He hadn’t needed it. Kakashi wasn’t going to let Tenzo out of his sight.
“Can I get you anything?” Kakashi asked, glancing toward the kitchen. “Something to eat? Water? A stiff drink?”
Tenzo sighed. “I don’t need or want anything. I’m fine.”
You’re not fine. You were just tortured. You lost so much blood that Sakura couldn’t heal you. You almost died in my arms. The panicked thoughts raced through Kakashi’s mind, but he nodded instead of acknowledging them. “Okay.”
The pair sat in silence for several minutes while Tenzo looked everywhere except Kakashi. Deciding to leave him in peace, Kakashi pulled Icha, Icha off the table and started leafing through the familiar book. None of the words sank in. Tenzo glanced over once, but Kakashi kept his eyes on the page. Minute dragged toward an hour without speaking, but he did nothing to break it. Tenzo visibly relaxed, shoulders lowering as his breath grew deeper. Still, Kakashi didn’t comment.
A scream shattered the silence, the sound more playful than terrified. Kakashi assumed it was some kids playing, or perhaps a jutsu gone wrong and the inherent teasing that came with that. He turned to ask Tenzo what he thought of it and was shocked to see the whites of the man’s eyes. He sat rigid, hands clenched on the edge of the cushion. Kakashi frowned. “What’s wrong?”
Tenzo shook his head without answering, sucking rapid breaths through his lips. Kakashi set his book aside and moved closer. “I can’t,” Tenzo gasped, eyes darting around the room. “I—”
The man clutched at his heavy flak vest, so Kakashi helped him shrug it off. A shrill breath whistled in Tenzo’s throat as he pushed down the fabric covering his neck. Kakashi raised one hand to the newly revealed skin and pressed. Tenzo’s too fast pulse pounded beneath his fingers. He shied away, eyes on the door like he expected it to crash open at any moment.
“Look at me,” Kakashi pleaded. Another loud crash, likely someone dropping something in the next door apartment, made Tenzo cry out.
On a whim, Kakashi caught Tenzo’s hand and led him deeper into the apartment. The bedroom was furthest away from the noise of the street, especially after Kakashi closed the door and windows. He returned to Tenzo’s side. “You’re safe here,” he whispered, voice growing thick on the words.
Nearly a week ago, Kakashi had no idea where Tenzo was or how badly his mission had gone, only that he needed to find him. He recalled the injuries and blood loss that he’s seen, then the crippling fear that he’d been too late. Promising that he was safe felt dishonest.
“I wish I could promise that nobody else will ever hurt you either,” Kakashi continued, taking another step toward Tenzo. The man raised haunted, questioning eyes. Kakashi brushed over the scar that curled over Tenzo’s cheek. He traced the path toward the man’s temple. “What happened here?”
Tenzo closed his eyes, but his head tipped toward Kakashi’s hand. He exhaled in a soft whoosh and shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I know.” Kakashi smoothed his thumb across the area a second time. “But, you need to.”
For a moment, Tenzo didn’t speak or move. The tension between them stretched and grew until Kakashi wondered if he’d made a mistake. Maybe Tenzo wanted to be alone, and the extra attention was making him uncomfortable. Maybe he didn’t want Kakashi around because he blamed him for not getting there soon enough. Maybe he wanted—
“It was from a shuriken when I was first captured,” Tenzo whispered, cringing at even the lightest touch.
Kakashi spied another scar along Tenzo’s jaw and allowed his slide along it until skin met fabric. He eased the half mask down and let it hang toward his chest. Tenzo blew out a breath as the pad of Kakashi’s thumb followed the scar toward his shoulder. He tried not to think about how close the slash had come to ending his life. The opposite shoulder rose in a shrug. “A kunai.”
Though Kakashi had seen the damage first hand, there had been too much blood to catalogue the injuries. With a questioning sound he reached for the hem of Tenzo’s shirt. When the younger man didn’t stop him, he raised it. It took considerable control not to gasp at the roadmap of torture written across the pale skin. Kakashi laid the garment aside and sucked in a breath that provided too little air.
Kakashi smoothed a palm over the man’s right side, surprised the man shifted away from the touch. Pale scars ran along Tenzo’s ribs with a deep, puckered scar between two of them, large enough for Kakashi’s knuckle to sink into. He caressed the abused skin, but Tenzo showed no emotion when he answered. “Kabuto punctured my lung, mostly to see if it would reinflate on its own.”
As Kakashi drew back, his hand shook from either rage or sorrow. He didn’t try to figure out which. The skin over Tenzo’s heart was marred with an intricate pattern of scars. When Kakashi’s palm covered the area, Tenzo blew out a breath. “Those were done with a chakra scalpel.”
“Hot metal of some sort, meant to test my body’s ability to heal around cauterization,” Tenzo supplied, indicating a long, dark scar on the side of his stomach. “I passed out before Kabuto could finish the explanation.”
“Flayed,” Tenzo continued in the same monotonous tone, offering his left wrist with an irregular pattern encircling it. He raised his hand to display the missing joint on his left index finger. “I can’t remember what he used for this, only that it hurt like hell. What’s the point of this?”
Shame and guilt threatened to overwhelm Kakashi as he caught Tenzo’s hand. He turned the man’s wrist over and pressed a light kiss to the blemished skin. Tenzo’s breath caught at the movement. “I am so sorry,” Kakashi murmured, accenting each word with a gentle caress. He ended with his lips against a mark behind Tenzo’s ear that he still didn’t know the cause of. “I should have been there.”
Tenzo shuddered, crumbling in an instant. A sob caught in his throat, tangling in his vocal cords without fully forming. Kakashi pulled him closer, slanting their mouths together as if he could capture the pain and erase it. Tenzo clutched his back, fingers digging in painfully. When they broke apart, Tenzo shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I almost lost you,” Kakashi breathed, trying to control the emotion that crept into his voice. “I let you go, and I didn’t say all the things—”
Tenzo absorbed the confession in a feather light kiss that stole the remainder of Kakashi’s words. He wiped at his eyes and offered a fragile smile, squeezing Kakashi’s hand. “You found me, that’s what matters.”
I like to think that when tenzo is feeling particularly content, his surroundings start to bloom and his mukoton subconsciously reaches out for kakashi :’)
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