Well, when he put it like that, it sure didn’t seem half bad to date Yuzuru. He probably cared more than anyone else, Tori supposed. And it maybe took a lot of work to take care of him. . . maybe he was a little difficult. Sometimes. Not that Yuzuru ever seemed to truly mind. In fact, the other always seemed more than happy to take care of him, make his lunches, even take on the arduous task of waking Tori every morning.
Yeah, Yuzuru was pretty great, if he was being completely honest with himself. And didn’t great people pair off with other great people? Maybe he should say something. Tell Yuzuru he actually appreciated him, deep down.
in which ritsu gets unwanted advice and is forced to have a heart-to-heart with his brother. what a fantastic state of affairs.
He was absolutely not using his students’ work as an excuse to stay up, waiting for... someone. Someone he refused to name, as giving him a name would only solidify the fact that he was, in fact, waiting.
And he was not waiting.
Kakashi had always known death. It followed him like a close friend, always peeking over his shoulder, catching him when he least expected it.
Or, at least, it used to.