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Hanahaki Disease
(Shino Aburame)
[Art work is not mine! Credit to imoimo00000]
Requested by: Myself
Word Count: 3,878
Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
“Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.”
Mentions of Mental Illness (Depression, Anxiety and Bipolar Disorders)
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My eyes trail after Shino who's slipping out the door. Today is another day of him leaving without giving me my goodbye kiss. Not that anyone is counting, because I'm not counting. Who cares if Shino has forgotten to kiss me goodbye every day this month? Who cares if he's started month two of the forgotten kiss? Not me.
He's a very busy man. He's one of the teachers at the Academy, he has a lot of clan matters to attend to, not to mention he's started his training to take over as chief for his dad. So who cares if he doesn't remember to kiss me, even if it's only five seconds of his day?
It would be selfish of me if I threw a hissy fit over something so small. Shino is mentoring the next generation of Shinobis. Shino is taking care of his people and their needs. Shino is starting his path to take over the clan. His father is almost sixty, eventually, he's going to want to retire. It would be self-centered of me to start a fight because Shino is too busy taking care of the community.
Besides, when Shino has free time he'll spend it with me. Who cares if it's been weeks since we've been on a date? Who cares if it's been a couple of months since we've been physically? Who cares that the only time I see him anymore is five minutes in the morning and the occasional nights that he wakes me up sneaking into bed? Not me, that's who.
I knew what I was signing up for. He lives a busy life and so do I. That's the life of a Shinobi, I shouldn't be surprised we don't have a lot of time together. Shino is a pillar of our community. I know that.
But it only takes five seconds. A peck and then he can leave. Not to mention he's done it for years. Why isn't he doing it anymore? Has he forgotten? Or has he been choosing not to kiss me? There's no way Shino has forgotten, he never forgets anything, so it has to be a willing choice right? Why doesn't he want to kiss me anymore? Have we lost our spark? Is Shino over our relationship? Does he see me as another task instead of his partner? Is that why he isn't kissing me? Or maybe he just doesn't -
The thought gets cut off by a pain in my chest. My hand shoots up, rubbing my chest to try and work out the pain. Instead of working out the nest of aches, my rubbing brews a cough.
The sound of my lungs trying to loosen the pain ripples through my rib cage, making the empty apartment echo with the sound. The more I cough the more pain flutters through my chest.
My eyes snap closed as another string of coughs rips from my chest. Tears prickle my eyes as my lungs pound against my ribs.
As the third round of coughing starts, something in my chest shifts. As I cough, the loosening feelings continue, something smooth shooting out every time another wheeze is forced from my lungs. It hurts every time a chunk of whatever flies out, leaving behind a burning feeling in my lungs. Like a new scab wound is being ripped into my airway.
By the time I'm done coughing, my throat feels raw and my chest feels like it's on fire. I tip my head backward, resting it on the chair I've been sitting on. My breath is shaky and uneven as I try to catch it, the oxygen rolling over the imaginary wounds as I suck it in. It feels like licks of fire running down my throat.
After a few deep breaths, the pain has subsided and my breathing is back in check. Maybe I'm getting sick. I should ask Shino about it, he's a medicine expert courtesy of his clan.
A threat of another cough fit bubbles in my chest, making me clear my throat in hopes of forcing it down.
When I successfully manage to avoid another round of wheezing, I lift my head back up, snapping my eyes open so I can start my day. As my eyes open, I'm met with a small pile of petals littered across the kitchen table and the floor underneath it.
The petals are wide and curved at the end. The soft yellow of them is dotted with speckles of blood, making my nerves tingle. Those weren't there before I coughed but there's no way... I did not cough up flower petals. That's impossible... It's not... It's not the Hanahaki Disease.
Shino loves me, I know he loves me. Right? So what if he's been a little busy? So what if we haven't had much time together recently... any time together recently? He's just a little busy. I know Shino loves me, he loves me... Right?
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I can feel another petal trying to wheeze its way out as I walk up the stairs back home. Sakura's words roll around my head as I climb the steps to my front door.
"It's a mental state of mind in a physical form. The personification of your thoughts. Go home and stop stressing about Shino so much and it should fix itself."
Sakura's words were meant in good light but at the moment it doesn't seem like that, or feel like that since I'm winded from climbing a flight of stairs. Another round of coughing is threatened in my lungs, the feeling of the ignored cough slamming against my rib cage as I refuse to give in.
My hand shakes as I dig my keys out of my pocket and struggle to get the door unlocked and opened. When I finally do manage to get the door open, I leave it swung wide and dash towards the trash. My head hangs in it, hands on my knees as I cough into the can.
The growing familiarity of petals being ripped from my lungs fills my chest, the yellow lilies coated in my blood spilling into the trash as I cough them up.
By the time a flower or two is released, the fluttering of my lungs settles, leaving me to catch my breath again. My eyes scan the trash, the tears now coating my sights making it a little difficult to make out the proof of my disease.
Shino loves me. He loves me. I know he loves me... or do I? If I knew he loved me I wouldn't be in this situation.
"Stop stressing about Shino so much."
Sakura's voice rings in my head again, helping me calm my breathing down. My eyes scan over the petals once more before I climb to my feet. I'll take a nap, that should help. No coughing, no Shino, no worrying about his love for me or lack thereof recently. It's just a bump in the road, just my anxiety getting the better of me. I'll beat this disease in no time because Shino loves me... unless he doesn't...
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Panic is not real, it is an imaginary emotion, and it's nothing more than an adrenaline rush. My shallow breath is nothing but adrenaline. The ringing in my ears is adrenaline. It's not even adrenaline, it is the sound of my blood moving quicker because my breaths are moving quicker because my adrenaline has been heightened by Sakura.
By Sakura who stopped by the school on her lunch break. Who 'accidentally' left my Bumble Bee's papers from her visit to the hospital today. Who doesn't understand the meaning of Doctor-Patient Confidentiality. Who took the risk of getting fired to tell me I've been neglecting my Bumble Bee so much that flowers are growing in her lungs because I am lacking as a romantic partner.
I'm well versed in the knowledge of the Hanahaki Disease. After all, one in five people will experience it during their lifetime. The chances of someone I know having the disease or getting it is quite high.
Not to mention being from a medical clan means I should be well versed in top diseases and disorders. I know the symptoms, I know the signs. I would have seen them. I would have noticed.
I pay very close attention to my Bumble Bee's health, especially when it comes to the Hanahaki disease. People suffering from depression, anxiety, bipolar disorders, or a mix of them are more likely to get it, and my Bumble Bee falls into that category. I would have noticed.
I know I've been busy but I still see her for... for a few minutes every morning and... and when I get home before midnight... which happens... once a week if I'm lucky...
My heart rate increases at the thought. Maybe I wouldn't have noticed. No, no I would have. I... I would have.
Panic - no, panic isn't real. It's just unchecked adrenaline. My adrenaline is in check, I am in control of it. But the front door being wide open with Bumble Bee's keys still hanging in the lock makes it very difficult to keep my adrenaline in check. The trash bag full of lily petals and her blood doesn't either.
"Bumble Bee?" I call, scanning for any signs that something happened. I can never be too sure that it's not a trap. "Bumble?" I call again, making slow steps toward our open bedroom door.
My adrenaline drops at the sight of her in bed. She looks pink, probably a fever forming from her body trying to respond to the flowers blooming in her chest. Her breaths are raspy, oxygen struggling to fill her lungs because of the lilies. More petals float around the room, littering our bedding and the carpet.
It would have been a pretty sight if it wasn't for the blood droplets decorating the yellow flowers. It's fitting, the yellowing of the petals. It's almost a bumblebee yellow. Bumblebee yellow for my Bumble Bee.
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The feeling of arms wrapping around me stirs my sleep, panic quickly taking over me. "Calm down, Bumble Bee," Shino's smooth voice fills my ears, easing the fear that was growing. "It's just me."
I'm calm for a second or two before a cough brews in my chest, threatening to give way to my developing illness.
I snap my eyes open, quickly scanning for any petals that might have slipped out as I slept. None fall into view, chilling my nerves again. The last thing Shino needs is to be stressing and worrying about me. Besides, Sakura said it should fix itself if I stop worrying. It's all mental.
My eyes flicker to the clock, four eleven. "You're home early," I mumble, trying to stay still in Shino's hold. Maybe he forgot about his after-work plans, though I'm not complaining. I'll take any extra time I can get, even if it's only long enough for his forgetfulness to clear up.
"I know," he answers, crawling into bed. Shino shifts around moving me across the bed as he settles next to me. "I don't feel the best. I am going to take a nap," he mutters, arms tucked around me again to further crush me into his chest.
Shino's fingertips ghost over my back, crawling across my shirt in different patterns. Soon his head dips down, nose shifting my hair out of the way. The material of his sunglasses rubs against my throat as he buries his head into my neck. He must feel really sick if he didn't take the time to change out of his day clothes before crawling into bed.
"Do you want me to make you some soup? It'll help you feel better," I ask, going to sit up to climb out of bed. Shino doesn't have time to be sick.
"No," He answers shortly, tightening his hold on me to pull me back down on the bed before I have the chance to get up. "It's nothing more than a fever. It'll go away after some rest. Rest with me, Bumble Bee."
"Alright," I mumble, curling back up on the mattress. I cuddle against him again, resting my head on his chest as his arms tie themselves around me.
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I can feel the cough brewing in my chest as my eyes flutter open. It's difficult trying to fight the cough down. If I was sure Shino wasn’t still home I’d let it out.
My chest aches as I roll out of bed, my worries about Shino being sick and not loving me taking its toll on my body. As if my thoughts could talk, the bedroom door creaks open said bug boy poking his head into the room. "Good morning, Bumble Bee."
"Good morning," I call back, attempting to clear my throat to further push down the cough fit threatening to happen. "You're not even dressed," I point out, eyes jumping from the clock to Shino who's still in his bedclothes. "You're going to be late."
"One of my coworkers is covering the first hour of my day."
"Why?" I ask, ducking into the bathroom as the need to cough continues to grow.
"I did not set my alarm so I woke up late. When I called to let them know they said to take as much time as I need," Shino answers, his voice muffled by the doors and space between us.
"Well I'm sorry your morning started rough," I call back, raising my voice to make sure he can hear me. The louder volume forces a round of coughs out of me, pain ripping through me as petals flutter out.
A second, third, and fourth coughing fits fill the bathroom before Shino knocks on the door. "Are you alright, Bumble?"
I grip the sink, resting my weight against it as I try to catch my breath. "Ya... I'm... I'm alright, Shino," I answer, watery eyes scanning the small room. Three dozen or so petals litter the tiled floor, the before dots of blood now small pools coating the colorfulness.
"Well alright. Are you ready for breakfast?" He asks, softly knocking on the door.
"Yes, I'll be out in a second," I tell him, bending down and starting to collect the lilies. My lungs scream in pain as air filters through them, being hunched over to clean up my mess not helping.
Once the mess is cleaned up, petals thrown out and my blood splatters wiped up, I make my way out to the kitchen. The soft sizzling of the stove fills the space, the smell of bacon fighting for space as well. "Shino?"
"Bumble Bee?" He calls back, turning towards me. I swear some of the pain in my chest melts away when he looks at me, eyes uncovered and almost shiny as he takes me in. "I'm making you bacon and eggs. I hope that's alright."
"That's more than alright," I say, sliding over to stand next to him. "But you don't have to. I know you have a busy day, I can finish making myself breakfast."
"I'll finish making your breakfast," Shino mumbles, shifting away so I can't take the spatula from him. "Go sit down."
Reluctantly, I do as I'm told, sliding into a chair at the table. I settle my arms on the table, resting my head on them as I watch Shino cook. The worry of making his day worse swirls around my head, though it melts away when he turns towards me, a soft smile crawling on his face when his eyes meet mine.
It only takes a few more minutes for Shino to finish my breakfast. My plate is set on the table, the man leaning over me to set it down. "Your breakfast, Bumble," he mutters, hands resting on my shoulders as a kiss is pressed into my cheek. "I am going to get dressed, enjoy your food," he adds, kissing my other cheek before he leaves me in the kitchen.
My eyes flutter over my plate, scanning over the food that has waves of heat rolling off of them. I feel a bit guilty about my disease. How could I believe Shino doesn't love me when he does things like this for me?
Because this is the first time in almost two months he's paid any attention to me. Because yesterday was the first time in too long that he's been home right after work. Because now that he's feeling better I won't see much of him let alone have any of his attention.
Another coughing fit rams against my lungs, threatening to spill out as I pick up my fork. I need to keep my thoughts in check, they're only making my illness worse.
"Stop stressing about Shino so much."
Sakura's voice rings in my head as a cough wheezes out. My eyes trail after the yellow petal that spills free, watching it slowly float down to the table, settling next to the plate of food Shino made for me. Of course Shino loves me. He just has a lot of things on his plate right now. He loves me... I think.
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My breathing sounds more like hissing as I lean against the Academy wall. Another three dozen or so petals are tangled at my feet, staining the road in the small pools of my blood.
Sakura gave me a doctor’s note to turn in so I could have some time off. A Shinobi that’s coughing up flowers and blood isn’t exactly useful. Hence, me being at the Academy.
I take a couple more swallow breaths, trying not to tempt another coughing attack to form. Once my breathing is settled for the hundredth time today, I push myself off the wall and head inside.
It’s a quick walk to the mission center, but it’s still a peaceful one. The sound of children, teachers, and classrooms buzzing filling the space there. At least until a door slams open.
A blonde boy with bright blue eyes stares at me. Whiskers are stamped into his face as well. Naruto couldn’t deny the kid as his if he tried. “Hello, Lady. Sensei wants you.”
“What?” I ask, taking a peak into the classroom. Shino is standing in front of the desk, glancing at the two of us now and again as he rambles on with his lesson.
“My Sensei wants you. Shino-Sensei. That guy,” the boy says, repeatedly pointing at Shino. “Aren’t you his girlfriend or whatever? You should know who he is. Unless it’s not true. Sensei?!” The boy leaves the door wide open, storming back in as he confronts his teacher about ‘lying’ to him about our relationship.
I slide into the room after the boy, a smile crawling on my face as I watch Shino defend himself in the verbal warfare Naruto’s son is throwing at him. Chocho - the chief’s granddaughter - is waving her hand like crazy at me, trying to catch my attention.
I wave back at her, getting a head tilt towards her teacher and childish kissy faces shot my way. My smile grows as I shift my shoulders up, playing into the clan’s princess’s game. Her nose scrunches up as she pretends to get sick, making me giggle silently. The quiet giggles make my lungs ache, a coughing fit trying to shove its way out of my mouth.
“Please go sit back down Boruto,” Shino grumbles, ducking behind his desk.
“But Sensei! You said anyone that spotted your girlfriend could get a piece of candy!” Naruto’s son - who he totally in character named after himself - whines, staying put in front of Shino’s desk.
Shino sighs, a piece of candy being tossed to the Hokage’s son before his head pops back over his desk. “So you have your kids playing look out today?” I tease, for once pain not bubbling in my chest. It makes me giddy knowing he talks about me to his students.
More giddiness only grows as Shino climbs back to his feet, a vase full of orchids in tow along with a sleek black box. “You didn’t take any missions yesterday so I assumed you would be around today,” he mumbles, walking towards me before leaning the flowers out towards me. “When you stopped in today I wanted to make sure I saw you. I don’t want the children ruining your flowers before I get home.”
His words come out monotone as ever but still manage to make my breathing seem easier. “Thanks, Shino, I appreciate the gestures,” I answer, taking the cooled vase from him. “I’ll let you get back to class. I’ll see you in the morning?”
“You’ll see me tonight.”
“But you told your dad - ”
“I will see you tonight,” Shino cuts me off, handing me the box before softly patting my head. His glasses settle their focus on my face, the dark lens making it impossible to figure out the exact spot they’re focused on. “My father can wait. I want to be with you tonight.” His fingers coast through my hair before a soft pat is placed against my cheek. A soft smile is sent my way before he turns on his heels, Sensei Shino back in control.
I blink a few times, my sights on the purple flowers poking out of the white vase. When my senses filter back in, I wave a quick goodbye to Chocho before leaving the room.
My walk is slower this time, making sure not to spill any water onto the mystery box as I head towards the mission center again.
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My eyes fall down the mirror again, taking in the sundress I’ve put on. The flowy material is what Shino put into the mystery box. The dress is yellow, not my favorite but it fits with the nickname he has given me through our years together.
I figured with the fancy dress and the free time I have, I should try to look nice when he gets home, hence the done hair and light makeup.
“You are perfect,” Shino’s voice fills the room, startling me at the suddenness.
“Thank you.”
“You are beautiful,” he continues, his frame falling into view in the mirror. Shino’s glasses rest on top of his head, giving me the sight of his eyes that are jumping around my body. “We should go to dinner.”
“We should?”
Shino hums a yes, arms settling on my hips and tugging me backward so I’m pressed against him. “You look gorgeous. My partner is gorgeous. It would be a waste not enjoying your beauty,” he mutters, brushing kisses across my neck as his eyes continue to jump over the view of me in the mirror.
“You look lovely. You are exquisite. You are my everything,” Shino continues to drown me in whispered compliments, lips brushing across my jaw now. His hands rub soft circles against my stomach, his fingers nimble as they crawl across my dress. “My everything,” he repeats, nuzzling his nose into my hair.
I let myself relax against him, soaking in Shino’s undivided attention. As he toys with the hem of my dress, a thought filters into my head. I haven’t coughed up any petals since I visited the academy.
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Rising sun
Shino x f!reader
🔞minors DNI🔞
Warnings: ⚠️familial issues/abuse⚠️ angst, SMUT, kinky slight dom Shino, swearing, violence
Summary: (this man is almost 6ft tall and I still FIRMLY believe Shino is a VERY kinky man. Prove me wrong)
Reader is struck upon for using a forbidden jutsu during a mission. Her father retaliates as they play only by the book and threatens to strip her of her shinobi status. Shino has ideas on how to distract her
The pulsating pain against my cheek as my head reels to the side, is a realization that I’ve just been struck upon in my fathers blind rage. I can only manage in my own fit of fury, to place my own hand above the quickly rising marks. If it were a nicer day, it would make me think of when we just finished pouring the foundation of our house, how I placed my much smaller hand inside the imprint he had just made with his own. The same prints I had just fallen upon from the sheer force I was knocked back with,” forbidden jutsu is to not be used so long as you are still my child.”
A kick to the stomach. If we didn’t live the life of shinobi, most would consider this abuse, to us, it’s only another lesson…. No matter how uncalled for.
“It was to save a teammates life! Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing.” I spit in his direction, grasping at my ribs and trying to roll over to stand.
“Not if it would cost me my own life or my dignity that comes with using something forbidden. Your chakra is still depleted. Get up.” He replies with no emotion. After several seconds of trying, I knew he was right. My chakra was shot.
He lands one more kick as I reach for anything to pick myself up with,” come back inside when you’re ready to be a real shinobi.”
“Fuck you.” I cough out, finally managing to roll to my back and wheeze air back in to my lungs.
“Or don’t come back at all. You have siblings with the same kekkei genkai. You are replaceable.” His last words echo as the stars finally dissipate from my eyes. He couldn’t truly mean that, he’s just drunk. He had to be.
I could only ponder and force myself to believe my father was drunk as I slowly mosey to town, the forest, anywhere but here. I ignored the fact the smell of alcohol wasn’t present, maybe my senses are just off. Maybe I’d gone noseblind in a time of panic. The treeline was welcoming, silent enough to rest and gain my composure, maybe pass out from lack of chakra and a beating. I’d welcome passing out at this point, I could use the nap. The spots quickly return to my vision as my body sways,” yeah, this looks like a nice spot for a nap.”
And with that, my body buckles, swaying as gracefully as a sack of bricks to the ground.
The last conscious thing I register is a voice calling from the treetops,” Y/N, I got you.”
Coming to was almost worse than passing out, my body aches and my head isn’t fully on the ground. My body is covered in a blanket… no. A jacket. It carried the faint smell of pollen and fresh morning dew. I knew the jacket and the scent to well, as the owner of the jacket had no smell, unless the flowers were blossoming. As soon as my head turns to look up, he becomes still as the doldrums at sea.
“Shino.” I mutter, seeing the eyes behind his glasses turn down to meet mine,” Y/N.”
He exhales sharply, trying his best to not move his legs that lay under my head as a makeshift pillow.
“How long have i been out?” I mumble, reaching down to burrow further in to his green over coat and hope it engulfs my embarrassment.
“Only a few hours. What happened? You look worse than when I left after the mission.” He replies, picking a cool hand up from his side to rest against my now tender and swollen cheek. I sigh, leaning in to a usually gentle touch that now stung like a bee against the side of my face,” chakra was depleted too much. As a result, I ran in to my fathers hand.”
Shino’s hand twitches against my face as his body becomes taut.
“Word reached him that I used the forbidden jutsu before I had a chance to say it myself. Doesn’t matter if it was to save a teammate, what matters to him is that I used something forbidden.” I continue, lifting a hand to rest against his that lay on my face. He instinctively threads his fingers between mine, the closeness to Shino I’ve always craved only comes in times of pity. But I still find myself clutching to it like a newborn puppy to their mom.
“I don’t see why you haven’t just come to stay at the Aburame compound. The offer has been extended multiple times.” Shino mentions his offer once again.
“Im an adult now, I should just get my own place.” I mutter, squeezing his hand before pulling it down to rest against my chest knowing both of our arms were tiring. He only answers with placing his other hand at the top of my head, weaving his free fingers through the roots of my hair and tugging slightly. The sensation sends a jolt, awakening my senses and my body.
“Get a place in your family compound so you’re still stuck with your father. Great idea, Y/N.” He monotonously shoots back before continuing,” for saving my life with a strong forbidden jutsu… you sure are clueless in anything else.”
“I wouldn’t call it clueless. He was just drunk. I’ll go back home after dark and everything will be fine.” I defend, knowing it might not be, but at least my chakra has time to build and I have time to create a bluff for Shino. Shino drops his hand, pulling the other away,” I’ll walk you back then.”
The walk is silent, save for Shino’s long jacket flapping around my much smaller frame in the wind. His right arm drapes over me to shield the wind away. Being touch starved, my knees threaten to buckle at the multiple signs of affection tonight. It had almost gotten me to forget the quickly bruising areas on my body until a sharp pain blooms in my ribs. I hunch forward, regaining my breath from my bodies surprise attack. Shino stops walking abruptly to turn us towards each other and immediately pulls the zipper of my vest down, followed by lifting my shirt and exposing my lower midriff. Shino shakes his head and grumbles,” I knew it.”
With no further word, he scoops me up as I’m still frozen, processing he has just lifted my shirt, and going even more senseless as my upper half comes to a rest against his heaving in anger chest. His steps quicken, becoming more pronounced as he stalks closer to my house.
“Shino, slow down. I’m fine.” I plead quietly, tugging at his own leaf issued chunin vest. His face is hard as stone, refusing to give any reply until we reach the gates,” give me my jacket and stay behind me.”
“Stop it. We don’t need to start a fight at this time of night.” I murmer, yet still shrug his jacket off and watch as his arms flex to put it back on. He pushes the gate open furiously and stalks to our house that sat dead center of the compound. I dig my heels in to the dirt and tug at the back of his jacket upon seeing a figure hunched over on our porch,” I’ll just go stay at your house. There’s a jug of sake next to him. He’s drunk Shino.”
It was too late, I can barely see around Shino’s frame as my father tilts his head and sets his gaze upon the man that shields me,” the hell does an Aburame want at this time of night. Shouldn’t you be sleeping in your cave or something?”
“I was actually coming to talk to you.” Shino puffs out, the tell tale sign of half a smile frightens me. He was confident, he was ready for a fight.
“He was just dropping me off, was all.” I bluff, stepping out from behind him and being held back from walking any closer.
“Bold of you to come home with a man this late. Did you not learn earlier?” He raises his voice, stalking closer to me as Shino tries pulling me back once again. I manage to dodge the first drunken swing at my already bruised ribs but the second connects just before Shino finally succeeds to pull me forcefully to the side, grasping on to the next drunken fist and stopping it dead in the air. Shinobi are scary enough sober. But when the sake hits our veins, we become almost invincible in our own mind… scary even. For the third time tonight, the wind knocks from my lungs as I hit the ground.
“Damn these men.” I mutter, rocking back on impact and launching myself forward on to my feet, trying to charge in to the altercation. I brace myself as my father signs with one hand in an attempt to knock me back with a wind release jutsu. The wind whips around the three of us as Shino reels an arm back, and sending it flying tactfully against his opponents temple. I cringe at the sight of my dad folding in on himself and dropping to the ground, already snoring. Shino is expressionless and doesn’t move as I stomp furiously to the door trying to gather even a single thought. In an attempt to slam it shut, I feel defeated when Shino catches the flimsy door in an instant. Even behind his glasses, his eyes bore in to mine intently, unblinking. He leans against the doorframe, engulfing me with his large stature as he places an arm directly above me,” I don’t give a fuck what’s forbidden to your family, I’ll make you scream my name until even that’s forbidden.” His hands dance just above my hips as the anger rises,” Shino, what the fuck was that?” My hand instinctively shoots upwards for his throat, pinning him against the wall in an uncontrolled fit of rage, but the heat only climbs against my now flushed face at his words catching me off guard. He lets off a soft, barely even audible moan, taking his turn to lunge at me and quickly reverse our roles. My thighs were now wrapped against his torso and tangled in his long jacket as his breaths quicken so close to my throat while his hands pin my shoulders to the wall. I quickly add my other hand to his throat in case he’s gone crazy. He lets a soft chuckle out as I tug at his jacket,” that was me saving your life, would it kill you to at least say thank you before trying to tear my clothes off?”
I feel my cheeks prickle and the anger die in my throat, only to be replaced with embarrassment,
“I-I wasn’t- That’s not-! I don’t know what to do right now. I should check on my dad.” I stutter out, the anger mixing with other, stronger, emotions as I adjust my hands around his throat so I don’t lose my grip. I can feel his jaw muscle clench and vibrate down to his throat. I find my own self impulsively mimicking his muscle twitch with my thighs, half bucking against him. A smirk once again creeps to his face before swooping in to hover his lips above the side of my ear,” Calm down. I’m only looking out for my teammate. Your father will be fine. I could’ve done much worse.”
The gentle wind against my ear as he enticingly whispers makes my eyes unfocus and my body slacken until he pulls his head back as far as my arms will reach. My hands then move on their own, leaving a playful tug at his throat before trailing to the collar of his jacket and gripping tight. He nods his head, encouraging me until sense washes back in to my body,” good girl.”
Good girl. Those two words would drive almost anyone insane. And after a while of not receiving praise, it could’ve drove me feral. It did. And I could tell Shino knew too.
“S-Shino. Please say it again.” I blush, slowly droning my hands inwards and pulling him closer to me.
“Say what again?” He questions, sliding his hands from my shoulders, causing me to slightly fall forward in to him, as his hands rake slowly down my body and settle underneath my ass to balance me back against the wall.
“I think you know.” I hint, batting my eyelashes slowly and resting my thumb against his pouty lower lip, rubbing it side to side until he playfully takes it in to his mouth with a quick circular motion of his tongue and a soft nip from his teeth. I bite hard in to my own lip to catch the gasp in my throat. Catching on with satisfaction, he hums around my thumb,” take my glasses off. I want to look at you with my own eyes.”
Another jolt shocks my body to life, unfurling my balled up fist and my other hand from his mouth to de-shade him. His eyes adjust to the darkness around us fairly easily, and they shimmer with multiple emotions. It’s crazy the eyes are what give us away. All our emotions, our lust and want. They trail patiently, almost lazily from my eyes to my lips, my lower one still caught between my teeth. I’m so lost in the sight of his eyes that I don’t notice his movements. He lifts a knee to maneuver one of his hands upwards, grasping against my jaw and hovering his lips just above mine,” good girl.”
I sharply inhale as my head tilts forward in an attempt to connect our lips. I’m denied with a soft tug back at my jaw and a mischievous smile. His head dips down to my neck making my heart race and stomach flip. I was expecting a kiss, but instead receive his tongue tracing where he would sink his teeth in to soon after. My bottom lip curls back under my teeth, but the moan still escapes. I pull away slightly, pushing a hand against his chest,” what if my dad wakes up?”
“He won’t.” Shino huffs against my neck while tugging at my jaw once again, finally bringing our lips in to a lazy, drawn out kiss. One kiss becomes two. Three, then four. I’ve lost count how many times the presence of his lips graced my needy ones. His teeth draw in my lower lip, nipping slightly and letting go to catch a breath. My tongue acts on its own accord, darting in to find his. Shino doesn’t bother to hide his moan, only readjusting the hand that holds me up as my thighs grip around his torso tighter. My fingers wrestle away his hood, then tear away his forehead protector, releasing his quickly growing hair to tug to my hearts content. He groans at the sudden pull, bucking us both back in to the wall we’ve drifted from.
“We should move this somewhere else.” I huff while pulling away for another breath of air and trying to wrestle his jacket off for real this time. Shino nods, falling backwards and over the back of the couch behind us effortlessly. I find myself on top, straddling a smirking Shino. I smile, finally able to tear away his vest and jacket in a sloppy and haphazard manner before I wrestle at his tight training shirt. My hands quiver with giddiness as his tightened skin flexes under my fingers in an effort to help. When I barely manage to coax the compression shirt to his shoulders, he grasps both of my hands in one of his and finishes his shirt off, exposing his upper half. Shino leans up to a sitting position and uses his free hand to pull me down further by the nape of my neck, tugging at my now tousled hair to hungrily guide our lips together once again. I feel my hands being released, followed by my vest being tugged at and shedded away. He’s gentle while lifting my shirt over the sickening bruises, his tender fingers ghosting over the lightning strikes of purple and disconnecting our lips to throw my shirt away. My aching core reignites at every twitch I feel against my pelvis from down below.
“Fuck this.” I mutter, sliding down to grapple with the knot holding his pants at his waist. He arches slightly at the intimate touch of my hands dragging his pants downwards, then reaching up to drone lazy circles around his rising bulge.
“I never got to properly thank you, Shino.” I whisper, slowly sinking my head downwards to place a kiss on his still clothed member. He twitches slightly and his hand once again feeds its way in to my hair as I place intentionally sloppy kisses on his hips while shrugging down his boxers.
“That’s oka-“ Shino begins to talk before being cut off with his own moan at the feeling of my lips wrapping around the tip of his cock. His hand clenches deep at my roots and tries to follow the quickly erratic pace of my head. His hips soon follow, becoming a sloppy and unreadable pace until he pumps fully in to my mouth, causing me to slightly gag when I’m held there for a few seconds as he squirms beneath me. When he can’t handle the feeling anymore, I’m being thrown backwards to the other side of the couch and my pants have been effortlessly wrestled off during the process. All while I’m still trying to force myself to breathe air again. The circles being rubbed in to my thighs distract any sense I have, his head burying between my thighs going unnoticed at first. I can’t help but gasp, clawing up his back at the wet pressure kneading slowly at my clit. One finger slips in, shockingly cold against my rising body temperature. My hips try to move, but his other hand holds me down forcibly, making the pleasure even greater. I can feel him smirk against me, followed by a quick flick of his tongue to send me over the edge. My scream silences against the quick grasp at my throat from Shinoto aid him in sitting up,” if anyone ever lays their hands on you again, it better be me.”
“B-but we’re shinobi.” I stutter out as he crashes himself inside of me, pushing further and further until I squirm.
“Even in war, I’d go out of my way to be the last man to ever have his hands on you.” He grunts, thrusting quickly again and stopping. He holds inside of me for a few more seconds,” I wouldn’t just fight for you. I’d kill for you.”
Sex was an odd time for a love confession, but I wasn’t complaining. My thoughts were filled by the building pressure coming to a climax and focusing on not passing out from pleasure. The old couch was as close to breaking as my limit was. I grasp at his hand around my throat as the splotches of ecstasy bubble and obscure my vision like an old time cartoon,” Sh-Shino. Please, Fuck!”
“Y/N, shit.” Shino growls, pumping even sloppier and rougher than before. My head tilts back, brain shutting off and a scream of pleasure threatening to ring off. His hands clamp over my agape mouth, stifling what could’ve been an ear shattering, and dad waking shriek. The convulsion starts in my legs, ecstasy causing me to shake like a leaf in the wind and it was only building with every motion Shino made. With one last slam in to me with all his might, I see he’s reached his limit too. After several seconds, maybe even minutes of catching our breath, it’s a game of who will look at the other first. The walls and floor around us had suddenly become interesting, even though he was hovering directly above me. Shino takes a shaky breath, wiping away beads of sweat that threaten to spill from his forehead. I find myself fanning at my flushed face and finally looking in to his uncovered and nervous eyes,” was that… too far?”
“No. Was it too far for you?” He huffs out between gasps.
“N-no. I should probably go to bed… and you should get home. It’s getting pretty late.” I stumble out, trying to avoid the awkward after first time sex talking while fumbling around to put some clothes on and lay back down.
He hovers above me once again, then slides down, and I’m almost worried I may have to go for a round two. But he stops at my bruised ribs peeking out from my wrinkled shirt, kissing softly at the damaged skin,” I’ll leave if you come with me.”
I ponder the challenge, knowing I definitely didn’t want to be home when my father regained consciousness, let alone having the man who knocked him senseless in the house. I nervously card my fingers through Shino’s hair and wait for his eyes to look towards me,” please?”
“Okay.” I mumble, quickly tiring with fatigue. My eyelids become heavy with the weight of todays events, I could sleep for days. I feel Shino’s weight disappear and I can’t help but twist to my side and curl in on myself like a cat taking a mid day snooze in the sun. As I drift off in to the waves of sleep, I feel an arm sliding below my head and the other under my torso.
The birds were singing jovially from the open window that let in a soft breeze. The side of my face pounded with my heart at the rising anxiety. Birds never sang at our compound, not for years. I turn to the unfamiliar landscape around me, seeing it was almost like a terrarium, the massive windows lining two of the walls looking out to the countryside of the hidden leaf just before sunrise. The nightstand held my neatly folded vest and a single lily that stood proud in a vase with a beetle crawling zigzags on its outstretched leaf. The pack I usually use for missions rests on the floor, stuffed full with my clothes. In my weak attempt to stand, an arm darts lazily around my waist to pull me back against a comforting heat,” We rise with the sun here, Y/N.”
I trace his arm downwards to find his hand resting against my hip and entwine our fingers together. I force my eyes to close once again to break my family’s brutish habits, and as long as the sun droned lazily against the horizon we were both safe in each others embrace. Shino’s chest rises and falls in a melodic rhythm, coaxing me back to a sleepy serenity I could get used to feeling. All worries washed away with the excitement and anticipation of sleeping in and rising with the sun.
#shino x y/n#shino x reader#shino smut#shino aburame#shino fluff#naruto fanfiction#naruto oneshot#aburame clan#shino aburame x reader#naruto smut#This is a Shino appreciation page#Bug boy got moves#You can’t tell me this man ain’t freaky
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Love the new Enstars game
#Nimue's Whispers#This is a joke I mean it! I know it's an April Fools event!#Anyways I gotta enjoy it later. I need to speedwrite Gentaro's bday oneshot. Then I have some time for this.#Oh I should also cut the Gentaro bday lines later! Because why not?#ensemble stars#enstars#april fool's day#april first#eichi tenshouin#tenshouin eichi#enstars eichi#niki shiina#shiina niki#enstars niki#hajime shino#shino hajime#enstars hajime#natsume sakasaki#sakasaki natsume#enstars natsume#madara mikejima#mikejima madara#enstars madara
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#tonight with vanilla and chocolate mint#konya wa vanilla to chocolate mint#shino hirofumi#yuri hime#oneshot#yuri manga#shoujo ai#gl
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GENRE: neutral - fluff
FEATURED: ra*bits
WARNINGS: none
PROMPT: when one of their members is out of commission, isara helps the ra*bits out
WORD COUNT: 1,063
Isara was taking a rare moment of fresh air around the schools campus, thinking of nothing, only letting his steps take him anywhere for a calm stroll around the place.
That is, until, in the corner of his peripheral vision, he sees a quadripartite sitting under a tree - actually, now that he turns his head to focus on the group some more, there was only a trio, the forth member was missing from the perimeter.
The members of Ra*bits. Under the tree sat Nito, Hajime and Tomoya. He looks left and right in confusion. Where was Tenma?
He decides to walk up to the three. "Hey you guys." Isara greets the trio, the smile he wore in his greeting fell not long after once realising the gloomy aura that surround the three. The members of Ra*bits were frowning, they look deflated from life.
Isara kneels down in front of them all. Tomoya was on Isara's far left, Nito in the middle with Hajime clinging to Nito's arm on the far right. "Are you guys... okay?" He asks carefully and slow, hoping he wasn't trekking himself into any dangerous territory of some sorts.
"We have a show coming up, a one time chance, but we don't know what to do... Tenma is ill - bedridden for a few months." Nito quietly explained, not once peeking his head up when speaking, which Isara didn't mind.
"Have you tried asking to delay the date or anything?"
Nito hums in response. "They said they refuse to. It's either cancel our performance or go on without Tenma and ask somebody to take his place." Tomoya responds, deflating a small bit as he spoke.
Isara tilts his head in curiosity. "And... have you guys asked anyone?"
"We've asked all the idols possible, but the responses we got are all the same. Everyone is really busy at this time of the year it seems." Hajime says.
Isara hums, leaning his chin in his right hand as he thinks the processing over for a minute or so. He looks towards the trio in the middle of his thoughts. It was clear that they didn't want to cancel - they wanted to make their friend happy whilst he's immobilised for a while.
An idea comes to mind, his kelly green eyes switching between each individual member of Ra*bits. "Are you sure you've asked 'everyone'?"
The trio then focused their attention onto Isara too. "We've tried everyone we know, even asking some other units from other schools across the country, so yeah..." Nito mumbles.
A playful smirk resides itself onto Isara's features. "I don't think you guys have." He then focuses his attention mostly onto Tomoya. "Tomoya, you're around my height, just under, right?"
The mentioned boy nods slowly.
"Do you have a spare Ra*bits uniform?"
"I do, why?"
Isara chuckles, the plan in his mind already beginning to set.
"Wait! Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Hajime wondered. Isara glances over and mutely nods.
"I don't get it. What are you planning Isara?" Nito questioned.
"He's going to help us with our performance!" Hajime shakes Nito at the arm from the major excitement that suddenly ran through his figure. The other two members of Ra*bits gasp in synchronisation at the thought finally settling into their minds.
Nito faced Isara once again. "Thank you, Isara!" The said boy leaped from where he sat and tightly hugged Isara around the neck and shoulders.
"Don't thank me yet~!" He chuckles whilst patting Nito on the back gently, partly in awkwardness. "First, you all should catch me up about your performance. What's the choreography? The lyrics? Tell me everything that you need to!"
"I've got it written down on my phone, here!" Tomoya suddenly cheered as he fished for his electronic device from his school blazer pockets.
...
For the umpteenth time in a matter of fifteen minutes, Isara wiped his long beaujolais coloured fringe out from his face, his other hand patting down on the hat that sat lightly above his head.
With looking into the full sized mirror that sat in a corner of the backstage area, Isara glances over the white cladded uniform he wore. It wasn't his usual style, but it was worth to wear if it meant helping some fellow idols — some friends — out with a major decision.
The members of Ra*bits were doing this for their fellow who was ill, hoping that the performance would encourage the healing stage for Tenma's sickness to work perfectly.
"Isara!"
He looks over his shoulder, seeing the trio he was just thinking about. They all wore similar smiles of hope. "You look awesome, President!" Hajime compliments him, the other two nod in agreement.
"Thank you!" He fiddles with the hat above his head once more and turns his whole figure around to fully meet the three. Isara couldn't help but smile similarly to the trio.
Tomoya walks up to Isara, handing him a microphone. "We're about to start," he mutters.
"Alright. Are you lot ready?"
The three members of Ra*bits cheer, following Isara to the sets leading to the back of the stage as soon as he started moving along.
Faint cheers and squeals could be heard as he began to move up the steps.
"Then let's do this - for Tenma."
...
A smile was plastered on his face causing his expression to glow brightly.
Tenma had his eyes set on his phone, a live recording played out on his phone for the past twenty odd minutes.
The camera that the recording was set on focused on the large stage, four figures stood out of breath whilst the audience cheered louder than ever. If he wasn't feeling so weak and ill, Tenma would join in on the cheer.
His eyes trail to the four on stage once more, laughing - giggling lightly - when seeing his unit mates surround a familiar student council president with tight hugs caused from the adrenaline of excitement.
The group tumble to the hard panelling of the floor, his unit mates piled onto the beaujolais-haired member who belonged specifically to Trickstar. They all wore smiles of pride and success.
A small cough erupts from Tenma's throat, reminding him of where he was and why. But even then, he couldn't help but let his smile beam as bright as the ones on stage.
"Thank you, Isara..."
#ensemble stars#ensemble stars game#ensemble stars trickstar#enstars#fanfic#oneshot#mao isara#isara centric#cross posted on ao3#cross posted on wattpad#enstars mao#isara mao#enstars fanfic#ra*bits#trickstar#fluff#tomoya mashiro#nazuna nito#tenma mitsuru#hajime shino
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Gonna put up the long awaited last part to Licht x Slightly Oblivious MC tonight! Probably even do a few one shots also! And I do take requests if you have some head cannons or something you would like to see!
ALSO!!
I recently went through the Valentine Jail event to take a break from the main story and I Met Aizen... and I just... I love him ♡3♡ I have an idea for him, but I also still really wanna do Shiro x Chubby Fem MC. I never see enough about big girls in writings like this, being one myself I thought I'd put some out there.
Also kinda wanna do a Tetsuya thing... there are so many to chose from, cause I also wanna do Shino....
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The Tell-Tale Heart
❀Fest No Jutsu 2023❀
Naruhina Oneshot Available on: AO3 | Wattpad | Fanfiction.net |
Prompt claimed fulfilled for @wickermayne 🥰
❀Naruhina RomCom❀
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Summary: The Fourth Great Ninja War ends and Konoha is at peace; Hinata Hyuga contemplates Naruto Uzumaki's unexpected desire to spend more time with her.
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Tags: Blank Period • Canon • Canon Divergence • Declarations Of Love • Drama & Romance • Fake Relationship Trope • Fluff • Happy • Happy Ending • Humor • Light Angst • Love Confessions • Mutual Pining • Naruto Universe - Freeform • No Smut • Post War • POV Third Person • Romance • Teen Rated •Tooth Rotting Fluff •
Word Count - For Entire One-Shot: 8.4k.
Word Count - Tumblr Post: 3.3k.
❀Preview:
Today in Konohagakure, the temperature was moderately warm.
The shining sun rose high in the cloudless, blue heavens, beaming with happiness where it took center stage above.
The residents of Konohagakure, enjoyed every moment of the new day, a day of peace and fun, as the sun smiled down on them with warm but pleasant beams.
The summer breeze flowed through the busy streets of the village, sweeping green leaves within its gentle wake where they carried on powerfully, just as the ninjas, Konoha's defenders, have done each and every day.
A year had passed since the conclusion of the Fourth Great Ninja War, allowing Konoha as a whole to at last settle down.
The streets were alive with laughter and chatter, with kids flying kites and pretending to be the ninjas they idolize, racing full speed through the crowds with their arms thrust behind them as if soaring.
Smiling villagers of all sizes and ages filled the streets, setting up their businesses and outlets to cheerfully trade their produce and wares with one another.
All around, structures and residences stood tall, having all been rebuilt from the devastation that numerous battles, particularly the Pain onslaught, had wreaked upon them.
Konoha was now endowed with brand-new structures, fresh possibilities, and new beginnings.
Ninjas, villagers, and children alike were all beaming and renewed—all appreciative of the timeless peace they had gained by never giving up, by consistently standing up for what is right, and by moving onward no matter what.
Konohagakure was now at peace.
Aside from Hinata Hyūga.
In the midst of the happiness that beamed all around her, the young kunoichi found herself having quite an episode: fingers twiddling together, her breathing escalated, cheeks red, and her mind in scrambles.
Hinata traversed the streets of Konoha dressed in her typical ninja garb, accompanied by her longtime team members and companions, Kiba and Shino.
Kiba, her loud, ferocious friend, shot her a glance with his slitted eyes, lifting an eyebrow as he sensed his shy friend's worried state.
After all, it was Hinata's idea to get together so the three of them could go for a walk through the village, get some fresh air, and just spend some time in each other's company.
However, Kiba and Shino have observed Hinata to be extremely fidgety and quiet the entire time, appearing to be preoccupied with a problem that both ninjas were overly conscious about.
Hinata was unable to stop talking about it after all.
Kiba groaned and shook his head, causing his brown curly hair to tussle about, brushing against the nape of his neck due to its increasing length.
To lighten the mood, the cheerful canine ninja gave Hinata a gentle shove with his elbow—just with the side of his folded arms.
He laughed as he caught the surprised squeak that flooded out of her lips, her body jolting as a result of being shoved out of her troublesome thoughts.
"Come on, Hinata-chan, stop overreacting already. It's not that bad." Kiba remarked with a gruff tone and an amused grin, his lips stretched wide to show off his razor-sharp canines.
Due to his delighted smile, the red triangles on his cheeks raised just a touch, his features quite robust and well-defined given his maturing age.
His voice, which had become deeper over the years, was emitted in a halfhearted manner, with little worry detected within, which did absolutely nothing to calm Hinata's anxiety.
Hinata's predicament was only made worse because of it.
Her pale cheeks grew even redder, and she found herself hiding behind the curtains of her long, midnight-blue hair, unable to meet Kiba's gaze.
"No, th-this is..."
"It's just Naruto, Hinata-chan. What does it matter whether the knucklehead wants to spend time with you? Big deal."
Kiba muttered impassively once again, simply shrugging his shoulders as if everything was normal—and especially normal for Hinata.
She shook her head. There was nothing normal about her situation.
Hinata took a glimpse at her brown-haired pal through the strands of her dark hair, only to be struck by the nonchalant expression found on his tanned face.
Kiba didn't seem bothered by her predicament or even able to understand why she was feeling the way she was, for the matter. It was certainly a sight she just couldn't comprehend.
It was quite obvious why she was so worked up.
Hinata bit her lip briefly, to deal with her nerves.
"B-But every day?" Hinata exclaimed, apprehensive.
"A-Am I the only one who finds it strange that Naruto-kun is suddenly spending so much time with me? It's s-so odd."
Hinata's meek voice broke through the gaps of her delicate lips, bursting into the village's midday hum. Such comments of hers would have been drowned out by the din of the crowd, but Kiba's keen hearing picked up on her words flawlessly.
He heard her loud and clear.
Kiba shrugged.
He genuinely did not perceive anything wrong with her current "situation."
Kiba thought Hinata was acting rather ridiculously, in fact. Every time Naruto was brought up in their many conversations, she would just revert to her usual flustered self.
The mere mention of the goofy blonde ninja always causes her to flush red all over and sends her into a stuttering frenzy. Even in her primary years, she would faint just by being in the blonde's presence.
Hinata has always been a flustered mess around Naruto, but even now, after having Hinata as a teammate for so long, Kiba has never been able to understand the immense anxiousness she would feel because of the blonde.
Apart from the fact that Naruto was now regarded as a war hero as a result of his heroic deeds during the Fourth Great Ninja War, Kiba still saw him merely as a hyperactive, dense, brainless knucklehead.
He just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that anyone would feel immense anxiety around someone like him.
It was all quite ridiculous.
Kiba found nothing odd or different about Hinata's frenzied behavior nor about Naruto's desire to spend more time with Hinata. After all, they were all growing closer to one another—every single one of their friends—now more than ever.
Nothing's strange there.
Shino, on the other hand, saw a different picture.
He let out a hum of curiosity, bringing to light his presence as he walked alongside Hinata.
His eyes were shielded from the sun by black shades, so others couldn't see his facial expressions as well.
One hand of his was buried in the pocket of his long jacket, while the other lifted to stroke his chin.
"Now that you mention it. That is strange."
Shino's voice emerged from his mouth, somber and monotone, phasing with the pleasant breeze around them. He too joined the conversation between Kiba and Hinata, voicing his concerns about the current situation at hand.
Hinata's dilemma.
All in all, it shouldn't really be a dilemma.
Hinata was aware of this.
Her predicament shouldn't be one that keeps her up at night, sends her in a tizzy, and leads her to become a hot, stuttering mess whenever she thinks about it.
Naruto.
Naruto was her dilemma.
Since the war has ended and all of Konoha has spent its time relishing the peace, Naruto has been exhibiting a variety of behavioral shifts—shifts that were pretty different and quite apparent—particularly because they diverged from the customary behavior tactics he has always demonstrated.
Such changes were all very unusual to Hinata, changes that she was unable to interpret or understand.
To put it simply, Naruto's been acting quite strangely toward her.
How strange you might ask?
For starters, Hinata thought it was somewhat odd of Naruto to unexpectedly develop the longing to devote every waking moment with her.
It seemed weird to her that he wanted to see her every day at the same time at Ichiraku Ramen in order to spend time with her.
Hinata bit her lip a bit harder.
She could hear him now.
"Let's eat out again, tomorrow, Hinata-chan. At Ichiraku, same time, same place. I had such a great time with you, dattebayo!"
Hinata could still clearly remember what he said to her almost a day ago when they shared a meal together at the Ichiraku Ramen Shop.
Even then, he showed signs of immense eagerness for her that she had never seen him show before.
Hinata recalled how he constantly barraged her with many subjects of discussion, even as he spoke to her while stuffing ramen noodles into his mouth.
He told her several of his own tales, including mission experiences that actually made her laugh quite a lot. More than she's ever done in her entire life.
It was all so... strange.
Don't misunderstand Hinata; Naruto's excitement was refreshing, albeit a little overwhelming.
Indeed, Hinata has always wished to spend time with Naruto, and she can't stop herself from enjoying those moments when she gets to sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder, and share a meal and a conversation with him, especially after the war is all said and done.
Sharing such moments with him has always been her dream.
Hinata relished the moments when Naruto lavished her with lots of attention, gazing into her eyes with a true sense of joy and care, and wanting nothing more than to spend as much time with her as he could.
And maybe, she's just overthinking.
Maybe, she's just blowing the entire situation out of proportion.
Maybe she was getting ahead of herself, but she was unable to ignore Naruto's peculiar behavior toward her, including the very difference in the way he spoke to her. It consumed her mind and bugged her so much.
Hinata has made a constant effort to understand why Naruto's behavior has drastically changed in the way it did toward her and why he suddenly developed the urge to hang out with her so excessively.
This was a really big deal to her.
Hinata couldn't help but mull it all over.
In the immediate aftermath of the war, Naruto changed from scarcely recognizing her to having just fleeting conversations with her to obnoxiously craving her company all the time.
It's such a drastic change.
This cannot be a coincidence, she thought.
Hinata occasionally found herself questioning whether Naruto's motives were sincere; she wondered if perhaps he was merely allowing himself to be close to her out of pity.
Pity for her losing Neji.
Yes, the war was officially over, but even so, there were still a lot of wounds that needed to be healed, and Neji's death surely left a lot of them. A lot of wounds.
Hinata occasionally finds herself becoming very sad at the mere recollection of Neji being dead, no longer living in Konoha, but instead buried with the other valiant ninjas who fought in the war.
She would frequently experience severe depression as she recalled the events leading up to his death and once more realized that he had indeed left this world and never to return again.
Hinata often thought of such depressing memories and felt their suppressive effect on her throughout her day-to-day life, and thus, she often thought that is why Naruto wished to spend so much time with her.
Because of pity. Because of guilt.
However, she always dismissed the idea, labeling herself as ridiculous for having such negative thoughts about her dear Naruto-kun.
As a result, Hinata discovers herself becoming quite enthusiastic about the alternative reason she came up with for Naruto's behavioral changes toward her.
And that was a result of authenticity.
Maybe, just maybe, Naruto has come to want to be close to her from a genuine standpoint.
Maybe he secretly yearns to be close to her, yearns to learn more about her, or, better yet, just genuinely enjoys her company.
Maybe, Naruto has come to yearn for something more.
But just as Hinata thought of such a thing, just as she allowed her fantasies to intertwine with her thoughts, she was quick to shake them off.
Hinata squealed, covering her eyes with her hands due to her lewd thoughts.
'No, no, that can't possibly be it!" Shaking off the idea, Hinata exclaimed in a frenzy fit in her mind. It was absurd for her to think that the frequent outings she would have with Naruto were anything romantic.
Yes, Naruto yearns to see her virtually every single day.
Yes, he genuinely offers to pay for her meal at each and every get-together.
Yes, he regularly gives her his jacket whenever she grows cold, without her having to utter a single word.
But...
Those were merely the acts of a friend, Hinata thought, a friend that truly cares.
'There's nothing romantic about that.' Hinata dismissed once more, hysterically shaking her tomato-red face as she hurried on carelessly, her open-toed shoes kicking up dirt every step of the way.
However, she was interrupted from her thoughts when she once more heard the voice of her enigmatic friend, Shino, speak after a little period of silence between the three of them.
"Hm, it almost seems like the two of you are dating. Maybe that's what Naruto wants."
It was only hearing those words from Shino that led Hinata to completely lose it.
She began to feel lightheaded. Terribly lightheaded.
'Me? D-Date Naruto-kun?!?' Hinata practically screeched in her head. She was going to faint, she just knew it.
It was only a matter of time now.
She whipped around to face Shino, in an effort to quickly dismiss such a ridiculous notion from his head. She couldn't bear it.
Hinata sweat dropped, her cheeks flushed red, "No, no, Naruto-kun and I aren't d-dating. Dating o-or romance, for that matter, isn't possibly the reason for all of this. There has to be a-another explanation..."
"Hm." Shino rubbed his chin once more, "It's quite obvious what's going on here, Hinata-chan. Naruto's sudden and enthusiastic yearning to spend more time with you when the war is over. All of it seems to be pointing towards the possibility that his eyes may have opened after all this time." Shino hummed.
"The evidence is right in front of you." Shino expressed with a nod, as he tried to piece together the situation and come up with a solution.
Kiba, in contrast, just shrugged. He merely found the two humorous, trying to solve an issue that was so clear.
He shook his head, "Hinata-chan, come on. You gotta stop overthinking."
He brushed his shoulder against hers yet again, doing so with a groan, "Good kami, all of this Naruto stuff is getting you ridiculous, Hinata-chan. Come on, think about it. Isn't this what you always wanted?" He asked, blurting out what he knew had to be said.
With wrinkled brows, he gazed down at the midnight blue-haired woman beside him, watching as her lavender eyes widened at his remark.
He tilted his head, his expression somewhat solemn, "Isn't this time spent with Naruto, or rather, him wanting to spend time with you, something you always wished for?"
Hinata's eyes widened even more. Even her heart skipped a beat.
It was. It's all Hinata has ever wanted.
She's spent her entire life walking behind Naruto, always staring at his back, longing for him to turn and notice her.
She had yearned for him to realize her presence, to recognize all the times she had followed him, supported him, been influenced to become stronger by him, and even risked her life for him.
She yearned to be by his side, showering him with her affection and reverence.
She wished so badly he would one day look at her the very same way she looked at him.
That is all she has ever wished for—Naruto to notice her.
And now...
Hinata's breath caught in her throat as Kiba's words flashed through her mind, finally waking her up and causing her to realize what a blessing this entire situation was for her.
The sudden acts of Naruto wanting to spend time with her; and the genuine smiles he showers her with.
The big, warm hugs he gives her the moment she arrives at Ichiraku Ramen.
The jokes, the laughter, the smiles.
Everything.
Hinata finally considered every bit of her situation, and she used the opportunity to take a step outside of herself, away from the troubling emotions that were stifling her, and instead take in the situation as a whole.
Her breath hitched.
Indeed, she has always wanted this.
Always.
And now, with her eyes opened, she has realized how silly she has been.
She has done nothing but speculate about Naruto's motives, questioning herself as a whole for liking his behavioral shifts.
She was so worried and anxious about the whole thing, as well as flustered and embarrassed by being so close to Naruto so suddenly, that she entirely failed to notice the positive elements of her predicament.
But now...
A smile arose on Hinata's face and in that moment, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She suddenly felt the worries she's been dealing with for a couple of weeks now set sail and fly away.
She finally sensed herself becoming free from her worries; free from it all. All thanks to her friends; Kiba and Shino.
She really needed this chat.
Because now, Hinata could finally see the situation from a different perspective, a more positive approach to her situation, and now she finds herself a little bit more...
appreciative.
She bawled her fists tight by her chest, biting her lip briefly, "Y-Yes, this is what I have wanted." She whispered, finally voicing out her own wants for a change, voicing that she indeed has always wanted Naruto to notice her, just in the way he has recently.
Kiba and Shino exchanged a joyful grin, both ninjas flawlessly catching their bashful friend's answer even in the midst of the raucous outside noises around them.
It was undoubtedly like music to their ears, and they were both comforted by the fact that their friend's sentiments of embarrassment and worry were no longer clouding her judgment—no longer keeping her troubled.
The two men were pleased to find that their efforts had been successful and that their words of caution and contemplation had not been merely ignored or overlooked.
Kiba and Shino were certainly pleased to see Hinata finally diverted from her mental woes and the clamor of her irrational thoughts, which had previously blinded and hampered her. And ultimately, keeping her from finding happiness with the one man that almost everyone in the village knows can greatly comfort and increase Hinata's level of contentment.
Peace was now assured.
Kiba exclaimed joyfully, "See, there you go! So I say, quit your overreacting and relax! Enjoy the peace already!"
He shoved her shoulder again which actually caused Hinata to giggle, her body swaying a bit.
"Kami, if you're so worried about Naruto spending time with you, why don't you just ask him? Who knows, Shino might be right, your precious Naruto-kun might have finally woken up." Kiba teased with a laugh.
Hinata instantly gasped, her head space once again flooded by overwhelming thoughts, her body riddled with feelings of flusteredness.
Throughout Kiba's entire speech, one particular detail caught her attention the most.
My precious Naruto-kun.
Hinata's blush rushed back to engulf her whole tenfold, "H-Hey don't call him that!" The flustered kunoichi exclaimed in embarrassment before reaching over to slap Kiba's folded arm.
But her gesture of getting him back due to his teasing only pushed the brown-haired male to laugh and tease her even more.
"Oh, Naruto-kun! My precious Naruto-kun!"
"St-Stop it, Kiba-kun!"
"No! You make it so easy, Hinata-chan!"
Hinata grumbled, her heart racing in her chest as she was teased by Kiba but soon comforted by Shino.
After all was said and done, however, and after a much-needed conversation with her good friends, she found herself looking forward to the dinner get-together with Naruto.
Now, more than ever.
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Shino Relationship Headcanons- Meeting Shibi
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Birdbrain Ficlet Series (Shino x hothead!Bird-user!Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV
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Oh give us those good gl recs!!
Haha, okay! Here are some of my favorite completed manga that I've read recently:
Oneshots
Can I Get You to Go? by Ohsawa Yayoi
cute, funny story about a clueless delivery driver and a waitress at a cafe
The Real Momoka by Arai Sumiko
angsty, complicated relationship between a bartender and office lady (same author/artist of "The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy At All" btw, so you know it's the good stuff)
Summer Love by Shino Hirofumi
city girl x country girl, food is their love language
Series
Still Sick by Akashi
Dynasty Scans | Amazon
MC works a serious tech job but draws yuri doujin as a hobby, her coworker discovers this and chaos ensues... I really dig that the story covers their time as an established couple, not just getting together.
2DK, G-pen, Alarm Clock by Ohsawa Yayoi
office lady x mangaka omg they were roommates slowburn - the main couple's great and all, but some really interesting side characters elevate the series IMO
Doughnuts Under a Crescent Moon by Usui Shio
Dynasty Scans | Amazon
ace/aro rep let's go! The main characters figuring things out together is super sweet and well portrayed.
Still got more but a lot of them are ongoing... But I think this is a good batch to dig into. Enjoy!
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Parasite #2
(Shino Aburame)
[Art work is not mine! Credit to 1ObiraacKima]
Requested by: Myself
Word Count: 3,471
Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
Hickeys (I have a hickey fetish and pale boys look good with them)
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Fingertips ghost over my side, heavy enough to spark my nerves but light enough not to tickle me. "Jewel beetle," Shino's soft but rigid sleep voice rings out. "I need you to wake up - "
"Why is that?" I ask, already knowing what his next phrase is going to be.
His first sigh of the day is let out, coating my face in his warm breath. "The reason being," he mutters, painfully aware of his little catchphrase, "that I have a lot to do today and you seem to have the inability to sleep alone."
"I can sleep alone, I just chose not to," I mutter, shifting to lay on top of the bug boy, who in turn sighs again.
"We have to get up, I have stuff to do," he whispers back, sitting up with me still buried in his chest. "Un-cling yourself," Shino orders, trying to loosen my hold on him.
I give into him, letting him untangle my limbs, leaving me loose in his lap. My head tilts up, chin resting on Shino's chest as I look up at him. His eyes are shiny despite the muddied light seeping into our tent. "Good morning, Shi-Shi."
"Don't call me that," he grumbles, lifting me out of his lap. Shino is gentle as he lays me back on our camping sheets, leaving me to do his thing. I flap back down, set on soaking up the last few minutes of sleep before I'm dragged out of the tent. "You need to get up."
Despite the order, Shino does his best to stay quiet as he shuffles around our makeshift room. My eyes trail after him, watching him pull stuff out for our day.
My attention is sparked when his shirt is tugged off, jump-starting my movements. I crawl forward, resting against Shino's bareback as I wrap my arms around his shoulders. "Hey Shi?" I hum, trialing kisses across his shoulders, making a beeline for his neck.
"No," he husks out, not bothering to entertain me. "I already told you - "
"Ya, ya, ya. You have a busy day today," I mutter, quickly tugging my shirt off before falling back into place. My lips settle on the dip of his neck where it starts to melt into his shoulder. I drop my hands down too, softly running my nails over his ribs as he enjoys. I suck on his neck, planning to leave a deep bruise on his delicate skin. "But if you blame me for being late you know your dad will blow it off."
"You are a parasite," Shino breathes out, his hands stalling because of my touches. "I have things to do. I do not have time for this type of attention. Please keep your hormones in check."
I hum against him, sucking on his skin harder to push my plan forward faster before he has the chance to un-attach me. "Jewel beetle," he groans, hand moving backward to gently press on my forehead.
Reluctantly, I pull away, my mouth still wrapped around his skin as long as possible. "You're no fun," I murmur, letting my tongue slide over the bruise. The hickey is a large dark circle with pecks of red that promise to melt into a pretty purple color. "Let me enjoy my time with you."
"Eating me like the parasite you tend to act like is not how I'd like to spend time together," Shino complains, his hand falling to push me away from the bruises. His fingers run over it, getting me another deep sigh. "Parasite," he mumbles under his breath, hand falling to wrap around my wrist.
I'm tugged forward, settled into his lap again, but this time my back is pressed into his chest. Shino's long fingers are back in movement, digging through my bag. His free hand coats through my hair, gently working out the knots until he pulls my hairbrush out.
Soon, the brush replaces his fingers. Shino is soft and slow as he fixes my hair, being sure not to pull the strains as he works out the twists and turns of it. His fingertips follow the path of the brush, smoothing my hair down as he works the knots out.
I can feel his eyes jumping over me and the way his chest puffs fast a few times before he tries to calm his breathing down. "Get dressed and go find something to do," Shino murmurs, moving me off of him before he goes back to getting himself ready.
"I could do you," I counter, crawling after him again.
"I said to find something to do, not someone," he grumbles, but doesn't stop me from wrapping my arms around him and latching my mouth to his back. More grumbles and groans spill from the man as I decorate his spine with hickeys, enjoying getting to spend my morning stamping more bruises into him.
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I nod along to the gossip clan women are talking about, my focus being on the child in my lap who has decided playing patty cake with my face is better than playing with my hands. I puff my cheeks out while the child claps their hands, a drawn-out "puff" sound leaving my mouth when he smushes my cheeks.
The child falls into a fit of laughter because of the sound, leaning backward as he giggles. "He, he, he," I mock, tightening my hold on the toddler before leaning forward to tilt him further back.
"Lady Shino Ma'am!" The child giggles out, clinging to my arm as he hangs upside down.
"I was called?" Shino's monotone voice rings out from behind me.
I sit up straight again, the child in tow as I move. "Shino!" The child yells, hands leaving my arms to stretch towards the Chief's son.
"Hello, Kayoko," Shino mumbles, shifting the plates in his hands before picking up the child from my lap. "How are you small one?" He asks, being met by the toddler smushing his cheeks like he was doing to me a few seconds before.
The young boy goes on a ramble, Shino paying full attention and nodding along to the jibber-jabber. "That sounds great," he mumbles, eyes glancing around. "Let's return you to your mother though."
"But I'm having fun playing with your friend!"
"Oh, I know. My Jewel Beetle has the best games but for now, she needs to eat and so do you," Shino explains, his voice getting quieter the further he walks away from me. My eyes trail after the two of them, my stomach brewing with baby fever at the sight.
By the time Shino returns, all I can think about is the sight of him carrying our child around the kitchen as he cooks. "Are you alright?" He asks, setting the plates he's been carrying onto the table. "You look warm. Are you warm?" He continues, pressing a hand to my forehead.
"No, I'm fine," I mutter, letting my eyes fall to the plates.
Shino has made my plate, already cut up my pancake, and coated it in maple syrup for me. "Then what is the matter?" He asks hand pressed to my cheek before falling to my neck, continuing to check for a fever.
"Nothing, I'm fine Shi-shi."
His eyebrows scrunch up, his hand going still on my neck as his sunglasses tilt down to look at me better. "Why are you so red then?"
"Just thinking of some things," I whisper, glancing around the table of people. Luckily it seems no one is paying attention, especially since I know Shino will keep pushing for an answer. He's not a man that likes to leave questions unanswered.
"And those things are what?"
"You're good with kids."
"You think so?" He asks, a rare smile on his face. "I've been thinking about becoming an academy teacher," Shino confesses, patting my head before he turns away from me.
I let out a deep exhale, watching as he leaves to collect our drinks. Shino just said he loved me for the first time last night, I don't need to jump hurdles straight to 'Hey you look good with a kid on your hip, let me make you a dad'.
Dear God, he'd look so hot as a dad though. More thoughts of Daddy-Shino fill my head, once again getting cut off by said bug shinobi cutting. "I am not sure which orange juice is non-pulp so I poured both. Whichever one you like you can have," he explains, setting both cups down.
I try both before picking the right one, leaving the other for Shino to have. "You're thinking of being a teacher?" I ask, toying with the pancake pieces on my plate as he settles into the spot next to me.
"Yes, I have been interested in taking up a career in education. I feel that this trip will help me make my final decision, the reason being - "
My mind wanders as I listen to Shino's explanation, the promise of reappearing baby fever to come if he does decide to become a teacher. "That sounds great, Shi-shi," I barge in before finally taking a bite of the pancake he prepped for me.
"Do not call me that," he mutters shortly before going back to his original conversation. "I think you should become a teacher too," he says matter-of-factly, nodding in agreement with himself. "You are good with children as well and it would be nice getting to work with you."
"I'm not a shinobi like you, remember? I wouldn't work at the Academy like you, I'd work at the civilian school."
"You could work with the younger kids," Shino explains, talking more to himself than me as he tries to plan out the situation. "When they are younger it's more book work than chakra work. You'd be perfect for the entry-level kids, especially the ones that get weeded out in the first few years. You'd be a nice comfort for them when they're moved back to civilian life."
"Whatever you say," I mumble, not believing Shino's plan will pan out. "I think I'll stick to what I'm doing now though."
"I do not like what are you doing now. It makes it difficult to make plans around my missions. I shall make you a housewife, if you'd like of course. I will not make you quit your job."
"What?" I ask, Shino's statement refusing to process in my mind.
"I think after we eat you'll join me in checking the cocoons, as long as you don't act too much like a parasite," he says, rolling over his statement like it was never uttered. Despite the nonchalant attitude Shino tries to have, I still notice the pink creeping out from under the high collar.
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Shino's soft grunts fill the silent forest as he climbs back up the tree he left me perched in. My thighs cling to the branch I'm sitting on, fearful I'll slip and plummet to my death without him next to me to keep me safe. His hood pops up over the leaves before the rest of him resurfaces. "Welcome back," I greet him, loosening my death grip on the tree.
Despite being so high up, it's pretty being up here. What seems to be a million cocoons hang from millions of trees. Some of the butterfly homes are still green, but a lot of them have started going transparent, teases of wing colors poking through the developing clear spots.
Shino hums in acknowledgment of my greeting, settling on the branch across from me. His legs lay on top of mine, keeping me tightly against the branch as he situates himself. His hands and attention are busy on the brown bags he's bright back with him.
"What did you bring me?" I ask, carefully leaning forward. My hands settle on his chest, peering down alongside him as he pops the bags open.
"Popcorn," Shino's short answer comes, the buttery treat sitting in the now open bag. "And water," he adds, resting the snack between our legs as he opens the other bag. He sets out the two water bottles he pulled from the second sack, making sure to tuck away the paper bag into a pocket before he snaps the bottles open. "It is important to stay hydrated."
I dip my fingers into the popcorn, but Shino stops me. His fingers wrap around my wrist, moving my hand to rest on his knees before he mimics my movement. His slim fingers pick up a few curdles, the snack and sunglasses resting in front of me as he waits. I part my lips like he is expecting, the salty treat being plopped into my mouth after.
We sit in comfortable silence, the two of us enjoying the popcorn and water as I enjoy the scenery. "Shi-shi?"
"Don't call me that."
"When do you think the butterflies are going to hatch?"
"Any day now," he mutters, tucking the rest of our trash away to be thrown out when we join the clan again.
My eyes settle on his face again, being mate with his focus still on me. "Shi-shi - "
"Don't call me that," he sighs again, interrupting me.
"I want a kiss," I mutter, shifting closer to him as I wrap my arms around his neck.
Shino's hands jump up to cup my elbows, not pushing me away but not letting me move any closer. "There are many important people within the woods. Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they can't see us. It's inappropriate to display affection here."
"Can I see your eyes instead?" I ask, dipping my head forward. Our foreheads are pressed together, Shino's face covered by his hood like always, and a good amount of my face is covered by it too.
"I've already told you, there are many - "
"Please?"
He falls quiet, lips thinned by being pressed together. "We should not be sat like this. Someone could misunderstand what is going on," he mutters, pulling away from me. Shino keeps his hold on my elbows still, tugging them with him so I can keep my hold on his neck.
I tilt my head, popping my lip out in a pout. "Shino, we're too far up for anyone to know what we're doing."
"That is not true," he whispers, gently shaking his head from left to right. His sunglasses slowly slide down his nose as Shino keeps his head dipped. His eyes shimmer because of the beams of light filtering through the tree branches. The sight makes my heart skip a beat. "You are very unaware," he mutters, his eyes scanning over me as I focus on them.
"Unaware of what?" I ask, my sights flickering from his lips to his eyes.
Shino's hand jumps from my arm to my face, turning it to a spot in the bunch of trees a few branches away. "What do you see?"
I glance at the bug boy before focusing on the spot again. "Trees? Cocoons? Leaves?"
"While that is all correct, it is not the answer I am looking for. Look harder."
I try to do what he says, focusing harder on the spot to find whatever I'm supposed to be looking for. After a few moments of silence, there's a flick of something moving in the bushel of branches. It's nothing noticeably different, possibly a bird or a squirrel moving along the branches. "There's something over there. Is it a sparrow?"
"It's a Shinobi. More specifically, one from my clan."
"Ya, okay, Shi-shi. I'll give it to you, there's something over there but it's not a person."
Shino tilts his head in his 'you're dumb' way before he cups his hands weirdly in front of his mouth. He pushes his breath through his hands, a bird-sounding chirp coming out. Within seconds the noise is repeated from the spot I was looking at, proving me wrong.
"I would not have left you alone if there was not someone around to watch over you," he mutters, climbing to his feet before carefully helping me to mine. "You are the most unintelligent parasite I have ever known of."
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"Hey, young lady!" Someone yells, pulling the attention of me and some of the others who have gathered to feed lunch to the youth. "Yes, you ma'am," the chubby man in a signature lab coat calls, beelining towards me. The short guy stops in front of me, hands on his knees as he hunches over to catch his breath. "I... am built... for a lab, not... the forest," he huffs out before straightening himself.
"You and me both, man," I answer with a smile on my face, also causing the scientist to smile.
"The Chief's kid... you're his... his ah, lady friend," Mr science guy asks, still a bit short of breath. "The kid and the Chief want to see you."
"If Shino wants to see me he's more than capable of coming to find me himself," I answer, Shino's voice ringing in my head. I know Shino most likely did send the scientist to fetch me, but I also get a safety lecture once a month about not following a stranger just because they claim he or Shibi asked for me. The life a partner of a shinobi lives I guess.
"You're kidding, right?" The man asks, his smile falling from his face. "I hightailed it through the forest for you to say no to the chief's son?"
"Don't take it personally. I'd just rather get a lecture about wasting time than being unsafe. Besides, Shibi and Shino are more than capable of planning around me. If they wish for me to be somewhere they've had it planned for weeks already."
"You're insane, do you know that? Who says no to not only his son but the Chief himself?"
"The person that listens to their safety lecture on repeat," I answer, causing the women eavesdropping to giggle.
The scientist throws a fit, demanding I come back with him before he gives in and turns to leave. Chuckles still filter through the bystanders, including the elderly woman I've been helping pass out napkins with. "I guess I get to see Shibi's son today after all," she says, a soft smile on her face as she hands one of the other older ladies a napkin.
"I'm sure if you asked Shino would find time for whatever you need," I tell the woman, walking beside her as she waddles towards a different group of people.
The wiser woman laughs again, her attention turning towards me for a moment. "Sweet child, I lost my husband years ago and I have no intentions of ordering off the Man Menu again. That does not mean I don't enjoy looking at it though."
"Obasan!" I gasp, a smile cracking across my face at the lady's honesty. "Don't tell me you're using Shino for eye candy," I tease, again causing the lady to giggle.
"What is funny?" Shino's voice flows over me, startling me a bit, the elderly woman laughing even more at my response.
"Nothing, Shi-shi," I mutter, trying not to catch the contagious laughter as I turn to face the man of my previous discussion. "I just pissed off your scientist is all."
"Yes, I know. The one time I disobeyed safety protocols happened to be the single time you listened," he grumbles, turning to walk away. Shino's hand waves around, silently asking me to follow.
I move quickly to fall along Shino's side, our hands occasionally bumping as we walk. "Why'd you send him to collect me anyway?" I ask, taking in the familiar trail I've traveled a hundred times over the past few days.
"The first butterfly has eclosed."
"What?"
Shino sighs at my question, his pace slowly for a second. "Left its cocoon. The first butterfly has left its cocoon."
"Really?!" I ask, jumping forward to cling to his arm.
"Release me, parasite," he groans, shaking his arm as he tries to wiggle his fingers under mine. "And yes, really. I figured you'd like to see it before we start our testing."
"You're the best," I mumble, burying my face into his arm as he continues to fight it loose.
"Statistically I am not," he mutters, giving up the fight and letting me win. "Though, statistically you are the most leach-like parasite I have come crossed." Shino's words are harsh but I know he meant them as another flat falling joke, courtesy of the soft smile on his face and the head nod he gives himself.
"Well, you're the one that likes parasites so who's really the sucker in this situation?"
"Me," he mutters, head whipping around to scan the new area falling into view. My predictable bug boy, back at his safety precautions again.
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IT(2017)
Bower's gang: henry bowers, vic criss, patrick hockstetter, belch huggings, (all).
NINJAGO
The ninja: kai, nya, cole, jay, zane, lloyd.
Villains: morro, lord garmadon
Other: pixal, skyler. (for now)
DANGANRONPA
Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc: makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri, byakuya togami, toko fukawa/genocide jill, aoi asahina, yasuhiro hagakure, sayaka maizono, leon kuwata, chihiro fujisaki, mondo owada, kiyotaka ishimaru, celestia ludenberg, sakura ogami, junko enoshima, mukuro ikusaba.
Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Dispair: hajime hinata/izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, nagito komaeda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, akane owari, sonia nevermind, kazuichi soda, mahiru koizumi, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, hiyoko saionji, mikan tsumiki, nekomaru nidai, gundham tanaka.
Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony: shuichi saihara, kaede akamatsu, k1-b0(kiibo), maki harukawa, himiko yumeno, rantaro amami, ryoma hoshi, kirumi tojo, tenko chabashira, korekiyo shinguji, miu iruma, gonta gokuhara, kokichi ouma, kaito momota, tsumugi shirogane.
Other: komaru naegi, yuta asahina, natsumi kuzuryu, sato, kyosuke munakata, chisa yukizome, ryota mitarai, seiko kimura, sonosuke izayoi, koichi kizakura, ruruka ando, juzo sakakura.
NARUTO/SHIPPUDEN
Under 18: uzumaki naruto, haruno sakura, uchiha sasuke, nara shikamaru, ino yamanaka, choji akimichi, kiba inuzuka, shino aburame, hinata hyuga, neji hyuga, rock lee, tenten, gaara, kankuro, temari.
Over 18: kakashi hatake, (more).
Akatsuki: deidara, hidan, itachi uchiha, kazuku, konan, nagato, sasori, tobi/obito uchiha.
Other: shuigetsu hozuki, karin, jugo.
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making good headway in reading (or rereading) everything for propaganda collection & rec writing, but @whysapphics suggested posting the list of titles for season 3 in case anyone wants to read things beforehand
still subject to change if i end up quibbling over what to include, but here's the current roster (under the cut)
dark forest, white road <- yoshida chiyu (high school drama including a blind girl)
ayaka is in love with hiroko <- sal jiang (silly office romcom)
the moon on a rainy night <- kuzushiro (high school drama including a deaf girl)
serendipity <- mimiyori (webcomic about an overworked magical girl)
handsome girl and sheltered girl <- majoccoid & mocha au lait (silly miscommunication romcom)
aoi hana <- takako shimura (classic schoolgirl yuri)
composing spring in this room where cherry blossoms bloom <- tokuwotsumu (angst. ough.)
makoto no momoka <- sumiko arai (oneshot)
i decided to fake a marriage with my junior to shut my parents up <- kodama naoko (exactly what it says on the tin)
sakura namiki <- takahashi makoto (OLD old. proto-yuri)
i'm not cut out to be a princess, so i'll elope with the villainess <- yamagata atsuka (isekai oneshot)
netsu wo obiru veil <- sakura togane (oneshot about unrequited love)
muted <- miranda mundt (fantasy webcomic)
the girl that can't get a girlfriend <- mieri hiranishi (autobiographical lesbian dramady)
a lady's table <- hwemi (girl dinner <3)
because you are a red rose <- mokuzuko (oneshot about unrequited love... again. im not having issues i prommy)
that time i was blackmailed by the class's green tea bitch <- xian jun (silly high school romcom)
2dk gpen aftertime <- yayoi ohsama (anthology including an epilogue to 2dk gpen alarm clock)
kanojo ni naritai kimi to boku <- takase umi (kind of a stretch to call it yuri (for spoiler reasons) but about a girls crush on her childhood friend who recently came out as trans)
indigo blue <- yamaji ebine (down to earth josei drama about a writer cheating on her bf with a woman)
destroy it all and love me in hell <- kuwabara tamotsu (so THIS is the toxic yuri ive heard so much about)
mahou josei chimaka <- kaiju (webcomic turned real comic about an ex-magical girl who needs to save the world again; no longer available online which unfortunately means i wont be able to read this one at the moment... hmu if anyone knows of an ebook sale for it ToT EDIT: oh im dumbbb i looked at the submission to double check for content warnings and its on IA)
savior <- junqi & jo9 (vampire yuri)
to die in june <- kuragenanami (alternate history where young girls were recruited to the jp army in ww2)
soulmate <- wenzhi lizi & ke ran bing (woman gets bodyswapped with her 17 year old self)
yuki and the authoress <- nagori yu (historical romance)
blooming sequence <- lee eul (college student romance)
you are my angela <- murasakino (short romance about an angel)
maria-sama ga miteru <- konno oyuki & nagasawa satoru (classic schoolgirl yuri)
a kiss and a white lily for her <- canno (modern schoolgirl yuri)
ohana holoholo <- torino shino (gay josei family drama)
kakegurui <- kawamoto homura & naomura tooru (not strictly yuri but, like teppuu, ive been led to believe its homoerotic enough to break that barrier)
#a lot of the things on my list are random oneshots ive read and ive tried. to limit that ksjdj.#i felt like i had put a bunch of them in but writing them all out like this there's less than i feared. phew.#rbs off since some of these i havent read yet and i cant confidently rec#stfu elly
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Hitsuhina Week 2023 - Day 1: Academy Days / Fireworks
Rating: K
Summary: Toshiro’s first day at the Shino Academy
AN: I wrote this initially as a sequel to my Field of Ice oneshot but it can be read as a standalone.
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The start of a new term had the campus of the Shino Academy a buzz with friends reuniting after weeks apart. Momo weaved her way through the crowd, exchanging smiles and waves with friends as she searched for the familiar red hair that adorned Renji’s head. The tallest of her close friends, he’d be the easiest to spot in the masses. Momo smiled when she caught sight of him several yards away, talking animatedly with Izuru who was just listening calmly with a relaxed smile on his lips.
“Hey Momo!” Izuru waved her over, and she ran to join them. “How was it? Working in the Fifth Division?”
Momo smiled. Over the break she’d been among a small group of students selected for special apprenticeship program. The first of its kind, it gave high achieving students a glimpse into the real responsibilities that they would be entering upon graduating. “It was great!” She said, recounting to them the details of her days shadowing seated officers in their daily duties and even the handful of missions in the World of the Living she’d been permitted to go on. The two boys listened closely, taking in every thing they could and asking questions as they came.
She sighed as she recounted the day she got to train with the whole division and how Captain Aizen took the time to train everyone individually when he could. It had been absolutely wonderful and everything she had ever hoped for.
Renji rolled his eyes. Despite having seen Aizen’s skill years ago, he wasn’t nearly as impressed by him as she was. Not that she could blame him when he had his eye on Captain Kuchiki’s division. “Whatever,” He said as a way to end the talk about the break. “Hey, did you hear about the new guy?” He asked.
“Eh? New guy?”
“Yeah,” Izuru said. “He’s supposed to be some kind of genius. He only took the entrance exam and they’re already putting him in our class.”
“What?” The only person she’d heard of being able to do that, was Lieutenant Ichimaru. Momo never thought someone like that could show up twice in a matter of decades.
“I wouldn’t be too worried, Momo,” Renji said, smirking. “I bet he’s all talk and no skill. Probably some noble brat who talked their way in. He’s sure to get a rude awakening when I challenge him in zanjutsu class.”
Momo frowned. Renji might be one of the best swordsmen in their class, but he also was the one most likely to go overboard to prove a point. And she really didn’t like the idea of him trying to prove his dominance over someone who was probably nervous about their first day and having this ‘genius’ label attached to them.
The bell started to ring, and with mild apprehension, the three of them made their way to their first class. Geography was among the least interesting courses that they were required to complete every year. The class had already covered a range of topics from the general topography of the world of the living, population distributions, and the division of territory among all thirteen divisions. It would be an understatement to say everyone was more or less tired of the topic. Momo entered the class with her friends and they all found their preferred seats in the middle of the room. All around, Momo could hear their other classmates talking about the new student that was to join them.
Everyone had wild theories about him. Some said he was the youngest son of some noble family using their influence to push him through the academy quickly, others said he was some bandit from one of the far off districts to the west. None of the rumors were consistent and few of them sounded plausible.
“Alright class, settle down!” Master Onabara said as he walked in and stood in front of the class. Everyone took their seats, their interest piqued as they looked between him and the classroom door. “As I’m sure you are all aware by now, we will be joined by a new student this year,” He said, gesturing to someone outside the room. Momo’s jaw dropped as the new student entered. “Allow me to introduce—“
“—Shiro?!” Momo stood from her seat, staring in disbelief at the boy standing at the front of the class. Snickers could be heard at the nickname, and the boy hunched in on himself slightly, his eyes narrowing at her.
Master Onabara slammed his fist on his desk, “Settle!” He ordered. “As I was saying; This is Toshiro Hitsugaya. He scored the highest written and performance scores on the entrance exam this academy has seen in decades. Now, Hitsugaya, find a seat and we shall begin.”
Shiro bowed to Master Onabara and made his way to the back of the class, taking the seat close to the window.
Momo couldn’t help but keep looking back at him throughout class. She barely paid any attention, and her notes were unusually blank. Izuru nudged her a few times to ask what was the matter, but she just brushed him off for now. She was still sorting through it all herself.
“Hinamori!” Momo stood, as Master Onabara called on her. “Which island is Naruki City on?”
“Um,” She glanced down at her book, and flipped through the pages to figure out where exactly they were. “Naruki, it’s near the —er—”
“—Honshu.” Her head turned around sharply as the rest of the class turned to look at Shiro as well. He had that familiar bored expression on his face as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand while the other dexterously twirled his pen. “Naruki City is on Honshu in the Japanese Archipelago,” He continued. “It has a high concentration of hollow activity due to its proximity to a jureichi.” Momo glanced between Master Onabara and Shiro as she sank back down into her seat. Quiet murmurs from her classmates reached her ears, everyone a bit curious at the developing situation.
Master Onabara’s jaw clenched tightly as he looked disapprovingly at Shiro. “Yes, but I had directed the question at—“
“She wouldn’t have been able to answer,” Shiro said. Her stomach sank at the statement as her cheeks heated in embarassment. “No one would be able to answer it,” Shiro added. “We’re talking about the cities in Central Europe under the jurisdiction of the Thirteenth Division. Neither of which applies to Naruki City. So, unless they’ve read ahead eleven chapters, no one here would even know it exists.”
The tension was evident between Shiro and Master Onabara as the two stared at one another across the room. “Speak with me after class,” Master Onabara said, turning back to the board and continuing with the lecture. Momo glanced back at him, and for a moment, their eyes met. She smiled at him, but he rolled his eyes and shifted to look out the window instead. Izuru nudged her, and pointed at the page number they were on. Deciding it was best not to call attention to herself again, she turned back forward and started taking notes.
Nothing else of interest happened in class. As everyone filed out, Momo waited in the hall by the door for Shiro. Renji and Izuru waited with her, the former yawning loudly with his arms folded behind his head as he stretched. “Why exactly are we waiting for that guy?” He asked.
“I think because he helped Momo out of a tight spot, right?” Izuru asked.
Renji scoffed, “He didn’t do it to help. Arrogant prick like that, does that kind of stuff for the attention; believe me, I know the type.”
Momo was about to correct him, when she caught sight of Shiro leaving the room and walking right past them. “Shiro!” She smiled and ran after him, but he just kept walking. “Hey! Shiro!” Coming up along side him, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me you were enrolling? How did you get into my class? How’s Granny doing? Was it —“
Shiro pulled away from her putting several feet between them as he straightened his uniform. “Quit it, will ya!” He said, “And stop with the ‘Shiro’. I thought you said you’d call me by my name if I went to this stupid school.”
“Oh right, I did promise that, didn’t I?” She laughed, “Alright, Toshiro. I’ll try. But it might take awhile to get used to.” He sighed and shook his head. “Oh! And you remember I told you about Izuru and Renji,” She turned and pointed to her friends standing behind her. Izuru smiled politely, and Renji waved his hand at him.
Toshiro looked up at them, seeming to take the measure of them more than having any real interest in knowing them. “Okay,” He said, turning and continuing on his way.
Momo watched him walk away, then ran after him again, “Hey! Wait!” She called, “This school is huge and it’s not like we don’t have the same morning classes. You can walk with us. You’re going to need friends—“
“—Just stop already,” Toshiro said, halting and only barely turning his head to look at her. “You mean well, but I’ve been just fine on my own these past few years. I don’t need to tag along with your friends.”
“But… you’re my friend too.”
Toshiro sighed, and looked around at the other students passing them by. She could hear them whispering about him, and she knew he heard them as well. “Yeah… we are friends… I gotta go,” He said, walking off, leaving her standing in the hall.
“What did I tell you? The little jerk!” Renji said, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Acting all high and mighty. Some friend!” He shouted down the hall, cupping his hand around his mouth to make sure his voice traveled. “I wouldn’t waste my time worrying about him, Momo.”
A knit formed in her brow as she watched Toshiro walk down the hall. He was clearly troubled by something. Was it all the chatter about him that was making him colder than usual? Or was it something else?
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The rest of the morning classes went by with much less fanfare than geography. Toshiro sat in the back of every class, ignoring every and all the attempts she made to coax him to sit up closer by where she and her friends sat. It didn’t make any sense to Momo. In Junrinan, they had been inseparable; not even the worst insults jabbed at his expense had ever been enough to keep them from being around one another. Momo had told Renji and Izuru about her relationship with Toshiro and how he had been her first and best friend since arriving in the Soul Society. But, that had just left them confused about why he was acting so coldly towards her now.
“He doesn’t really sound like the Shiro you told us about,” Izuru said during their lunch break as they walked around looking for Toshiro. After their last class, he’d practically vanished. The first one out the door, and getting lost in the crowd; she’d barely seen a flash of his white hair before he was swallowed up in the chaos of the lunch break.
“You made him sound like such a nice little kid. I don’t see how that bastard would be okay with you dragging him around all over the place like you said you did.” Renji shook his head, eating from his bento box as they walked.
Momo shrugged, “Well, he was. And you should know, he doesn’t like being called a little kid… especially since he’s actually older than me.”
He choked on his rice ball, dropping half of it on the ground “You serious?” Renji cracked up laughing, “He’s so small! He looks like a little grade schooler!”
Izuru sighed, “But clearly, he’s not,” He said. “They put him in our class so he’s someone who shouldn’t be underestimated.”
“Izuru’s right,” She added. “He’s not easily intimidated and his determination can be a force to be reckoned with when he wants something bad enough.” He didn’t become to local spinning top champion in Junrinan by chance. Momo remembered how he’d test different wood, and string, test different surfaces and the angle of his tops to ensure the best possible result. At one point, he probably had fifty different tops in their bedroom, as he prepared for his last and most important match against this large kid that often poked fun at Toshiro. She smiled at the memory of that boy losing and how Toshiro had just walked away with a content smile on his face.
Renji shrugged, unfazed by the possible challenge Toshiro would pose as they came to a stop by one of the trees on the edge of the quad and sat down in the shade. They’d been walking around looking for him for a good fifteen minutes with no luck. It made sense that they’d get tired of looking for him. It wasn’t like he was their friend yet. Izuru pulled his lunch out of his pack, changing the topic of conversation to their next few classes which had been split into several different sections and electives that allowed them to focus more on their particular talents. Momo gently excused herself from the conversation, deciding to keep looking for Toshiro instead. There were so many other places he could have run off to, and she just had to try and talk to him while they had some free time.
Bidding her friends goodbye, she made her way to the large wooded grove on campus. The woods were a popular place for students to practice shunpo. With trees everywhere, and no discernible pattern to be found, one had to be careful and agile not to run into one of the large oaks or trip over the intricate root systems. As she kept walking, she began to wonder if maybe he would have picked a more secluded place to spend lunch. The woods was only one of many environments the campus had onsite. To the North, there were large rocky hills that featured several underground caves, there was also the lake to the West, he could even be in one of the empty classrooms in the many buildings that made up the academy. Momo frowned. Basically, he could be anywhere.
A cold breeze blew past her, stopping her in her tracks as she shivered and looked around. It didn’t feel like someone running past her, the sensation felt more like the winter breeze when snow is picked up from the ground and blown like a wave across the land. Momo shivered again, feeling it blow past her as she looked around herself. There was not a cloud in the sky, yet as she looked down, the grass looked wet, some blades even had the slight shine of frost on them. Turning about, she noticed that the frost got thicker in one direction more so than the others, so she decided to follow it. As she walked, the frost became ice, thickening the further she went. Weaving through about five trees, she caught sight of the blue color that adorned the boys uniforms behind a tree several yards away. “Hey,” Momo called, walking closer, and peering around to see who it was. The patch of ice he was sitting on encased the entirety of the tree roots and about three feet of the trunk he was leaning against but none of it seemed to affect him. “Hey,” She called again coming around from behind the tree. Her breath hitched, as she looked down and saw Toshiro, sound asleep, his pack resting against his thigh, and his head leaning against his asauchi. Momo crouched down beside him, shaking him lightly, “Shiro?”
He jolted awake, and looked around, nervously, his hand tightening around the sword. Momo gripped his shoulders, until he relaxed, and his eyes settled on her. She smiled at him, “You okay?” She asked.
Toshiro pinched the bridge of his nose, “I fell asleep,” He said, running his hand over his face and into his hair.
“I can see that,” She frowned. “Was… was this you?” She asked, looking at ice now melting around them.
He looked away from her, then moved to stand. She let him up, and he dusted himself off. “Yeah…” He said quietly.
She smiled brightly, “That’s amazing!” She said, barely noticing the confused look that crossed his face, “You must be really close to manifesting your zanpakuto then. Maybe we can train together! Could you imagine it? Us discovering them at the same time!”
Turning an asauchi into a zanpakuto was a long and complex process that normally took years of practice just to find the spirit that lived within. At this point in their training, there was maybe only two or three students who claimed to now know the name of their zanpakuto, yet none of them have yet to show their shikai. Momo felt like she was getting close to manifesting her own zanpakuto. Every time she meditated with it, she felt this warmth all around her like the heat from a campfire. It brought a smile to her face every time she thought about it, and it was only a matter of time before she brought it forth.
Toshiro stepped back away, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Eh? Why not?”
He closed in on himself, holding his sword close in front of him. “I was told it was best to train alone,” He said.
“Wha— but… the rules…” While highly unlikely, the manifestation skill wasn’t without risks. A handful or records showed that it is possible to dive too deep into ones inner world or even for the zanpakuto spirit to reject them as their master. If that were to happen, it opens the possibility for the wielder to be injured or even killed. By training with a second person, an anchor can be formed so that when there is trouble, the wielder can pull themselves out by following the reiryoku of the second person.
Toshiro shrugged, “Apparently, my connection to the spirit is… quite strong. They don’t want me to hurt anyone by mistake.”
“Wha— but you wouldn’t.”
“I could,” He said. “I can’t train with anyone. Not now anyway.” The silence dragged out between them as Momo took in how he kept himself more guarded than she’d seen him in a long time. His shoulders were closed, and his eyes were narrowed in a way that suggested he was wary of something. Toshiro sighed, “I should go,” He said, grabbing his pack from the ground and turning to walk back towards the quad.
“Hey,” She reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. Lunch wasn’t even halfway over yet. “Come eat with me and my friends.”
He looked down at her hand on his arm and shook his head, “I really shouldn’t—“
“—Why not?” She asked. “It’s just lunch.” He said nothing, but she could tell his answer wasn’t going to change. “Will you at least eat lunch with me?”
Toshiro thought about it for a moment and shrugged, “Sure.”
Momo smiled, and they sat down under the same tree he had been napping under and unpacked their lunches.
“Hey, I meant to thank you for what you did in geography for me,” She said, biting back a giggle as she looked at his lunch which consisted of onigiri and watermelon. And knowing him, he probably had a whole bag of amanatto in his pack for later.
“I wouldn’t have had to if you’d just paid attention instead of staring at me,” He shot back.
“Sorry. But you can’t blame it all on me. You never even told me you’d applied!”
Toshiro leaned back, and spit a watermelon seed high in the air, holding out his hand and catching it between his index and middle finger as it fell. “You didn’t come back at the end of term.”
She felt a tightening in her chest at the mention of the break. She’d promised time after time that she would be home for all her breaks. But the apprenticeship… how could she have possibly refused? The selection had been highly competitive and the things she’d learned would be invaluable for whatever division she ends up in after graduating.
He tossed the seed away, continuing. “You couldn’t even tell us in person. I know you found out about the thing two weeks before term ended. You could have come back on the weekend and told us then. Instead, we just got a letter explaining that you wouldn’t be coming back, but promising you’d visit after the start of the new year.” Toshiro shook his head.
He was clearly hurt by her absence and it tore at her to know she was the cause. Momo pulled at her fingers nervously. “I’m sorry…” It sounded so weak hearing the words leave her mouth. She needed to say something else, but try as she might, she couldn’t come up with anything.
He sighed, and reached for one of his watermelon slices and held it out towards her. “Don’t worry about it,” He said. “I’m not even mad about that anymore.”
Momo accepted the offered slice and smiled. It was so typical of her Shiro to forgive her so easily. She didn’t know how he did it, but he always found a way to move forward even when things got hard or painful. It was one of the things she admired about him. Biting into the juicy fruit, she dug around for one of the seeds, smiling broadly when she found one, and launched it from between her teeth at his head.
His eyes went wide when the black dot hit him right in the temple. Glaring at her, she smirked, and then instantly regretted it when he devoured the rest of his piece, and fired five seeds at her. Momo laughed, holding up her hand to block the onslaught. “Stop it, Shiro!”
“You’re supposed to call me by my name, Bed-wetter! And you started it!”
He picked up his last slice of melon, eating it in one large bite, and pelting her with four more seeds. “Okay! I’m sorry!” She said between laughs.
“You’re sorry?”
She sighed, “I’m sorry, Toshiro!”
Satisfied, he stopped, leaning back against the tree and wiping the watermelon from his chin. Momo smiled, leaning back as well, their shoulders brushing as they stared up at the canopy of trees above them. It was so different here than back in Junrinan but just as she had always suspected, it felt so much better with him there with her. It was also a bit strange too especially after he’d been so adamant that he’d never become a soul reaper. For him to be here was, in a way, him admitting he was wrong. And Toshiro hated being wrong. Even if he had suddenly changed his mind about wanting to be a soul reaper, he was the type of person who would still refuse to join out of spite.
Momo glanced at him out of the side of her eye, “Toshiro…?” His eyes were closed, but he cracked one to look at her, waiting for her to continue. “Why did you enroll?”
Both his eyes opened as his usual frown deepened. “I didn’t have a choice.” The sound of the bell’s toll cut off whatever else he was going to say as they both looked towards the campus. Toshiro sighed, his head banging back agains the tree trunk as he looked up in a clear debate with himself over something. He heaved another loud breath before standing and gathering his things. Momo did the same and as they stood there under the tree, he looked at her and said, “Find me after class. We’ll talk then.” Without waiting for a response, he began walking back towards the quad.
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Naruto Characters Masterlist
Gaara of the Sand:
Quickie || Reader Insert, Oneshot, Smut
Loving Lesson || Reader Insert, Kinktober 2022, Oneshot, Smut
At Wit’s End || Reader Insert, Kinktober 2022, Oneshot, Smut
Hashirama Senju:
Sacrificed || Reader Insert, Mini Series, Tribute to the Gods AU, Smut
Itachi Uchiha:
Itachi Birthday Headcanons || Reader Insert, No Massacre AU, Fluff
Kakashi Hatake:
A Relaxing Evening || Reader Insert, Oneshot, Fluff
Domestic Kakashi Headcanons || Reader Insert, Fluff, Request
Can’t Help It || Reader Insert, Kinktober 2022, Oneshot, Smut
Period Pains || Reader Insert, Fluff, Drabble
Handholding Headcanons || Reader Insert, Fluff, Request
Kankuro:
Shameless || Reader Insert, Drabble, Smut, Request
Kankuro Caring for a Sick S/O || Reader Insert, Headcanons, Fluff, Request
Madara Uchiha:
Sacrificed || Reader Insert, Mini Series, Tribute to the Gods AU, Smut
Longing Madara Headcanons || Reader Insert, Smut, Angst, Request
Naruto Uzumaki:
Drunk || Reader Insert, Drabble, Smut
Obito Uchiha:
A Shame || Reader Insert, Kinktober 2022, Oneshot, Smut
Handholding Headcanons || Reader Insert, Fluff, Request
Shino Aburame:
Venom || Reader Insert, Kinktober 2022, Gift, Smut
Tobirama Senju:
Sacrificed || Reader Insert, Mini Series, Tribute to the Gods AU, Smut
Drunk Ramblings:
Kiss Prompts || for @justmyownreality’s OC Rukia and her ShiRu and SuiKia ships.
More to come
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goal today is to update every single sasuke fic plus write my two ino oneshots requested of me (im taking ino and sasuke prompts!!!):
ftcoye: fin
burning bright: fin
sasuke and the baby: fin
crying is alright: no
uzumaki naruto and the case of the potential serial killer: no
mile in your shoes: no
sakuino oneshot: no
ino&shino oneshot: no
we’ll see if i can accomplish it. sasuke and ino prompts welcome!
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