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Routine

So I made these posts some time ago and wrote a thing with it. You’re welcome.
So, this is my first time posting writing on here so, excuse me if it’s weird.


At the young age of four, there was not much Kakashi Hatake could do. Not yet entered into the academy, yet old enough to begin at home training sessions that were limited compared to his skill.

The young Hatake puffed out his cheeks as he sat cross legged in the center of his home. He had grown bored of his toys and the training he did on his own grew repetitive.

The sliding of the door and a call of his name signified his father’s return and he jumped up joyfully. He rushed to the door, a hop in his step as he went.

“Welcome back, papa!” Kakashi beamed at the much taller man. “How did your mission go?”

Sakumo smiled lightly at his son, gently placing a hand on his head and ruffling his already messy silver locks. “It went well. Have you eaten anything yet?”

“No.” The boys tone and smile were sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head. “I was playing.”

“That’s fine. You can help me out, then.” Sakumo stepped passed the boy, heading straight for the kitchen.“ For a moment, Sakumo considered how cute the sound of his own loud footsteps were echoed by Kakashi’s smaller and quieter steps.

"What will we make, papa?” Kakashi’s eyes seemed to shine with excitment as they entered the kitchen.

“I’m not particular.” Sakumo muttered, placing his index finger and thumb to his chin. “I’m not sure about you, but I’m famished. How about something simple?”

There was a pause as Kakashi considered and Sakumo drug a stool from one of the many cabinets lining the bottom of the counters. Just tall enough for Kakashi to reach the cooking surface.

They were quick to decide on what to create as Kakashi climbed the stool. A simple dish that would not take more then thirty minutes to make.

Both father and son were glad for this as their stomachs growled.

As they cooked, the younger of the two explained in exaggerated detail how his day went. From how he managed to chip his wooden kunai throwing it at a tree, to how he explored around their home and found a creek to splash in.

Sakumo could not help but to chuckle as Kakashi flashed a toothy grin. He wasn’t sure why the boy insisted on hiding his face behind masks or scarfs. Perhaps it was just this new generation’s fashion that he was sure he would never understand, but he was glad he did not hide in private. His smile could brighten anyone’s day, especially his own.

“Do you think one day, I can be a great ninja like you, papa?”

The question threw him off, so much so he had to pause in his chewing. With a heavy swallow, he chuckled lightly and nodded slowly. “I think you’ll become a greater ninja than me, Kakashi.”

Large grey eyes slowly blinked, then lit up once again as the boy grinned. “You think so, papa?”

“Oh, I know so.” He mirrored Kakashi’s grin.

The two happily retreated to the kitchen, plates and cutlery in hand. Using his trusty stool, Kakashi happily washed the dishes as Sakumo put them away.

Sakumo began to whistle a upbeat tune as they worked, wiping off the stove, clearing off the counter tops and sink.

Kakashi attempted to mimic the sound, but only succeeded in blowing a raspberry in his fathers direction, earning himself a laugh. Instead, the young Hatake hummed the tune with his father happily as they swept the floors.

Sakumo watched his son, with his minature broom just perfect for his size, sweeping in time with himself. He smiled sweetly at the boy as he looked up at him with a wide grin.

“You’re such a good help, Kakashi.” He placed a hand on the boys head, once again ruffling his silver locks. “Thank you.”
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It was just routine, Kakashi told himself as he scrubbed down the bathroom. This had nothing to do with his father.

After years of the same thing, it was normal to keep doing it, right?

So, when he swept the floor in smooth and slow motions with a broom made just perfectly for his size, he did not imagine his father standing beside him with a broom two times bigger then he.

When he stood on his stool and cooked food, he did not imagine his father smiling and laughing as he informed him of his days activities.

He did not stand infront of the door, staring absently at the door frame. He did not wait to hear his father call his name to signify he was home.

He did not expect a reply as he quietly stated he was leaving the home when heading off for the academy, nor when he stated his return home.

He did not laugh, smile or hum cheery tunes as he worked and he did not think of his father at all.

It was just daily routines, nothing more.

He became very good at lying to himself without even realising he was.

{fearless}

word count: 2,185 words
story peek: “you take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless” in which her and peter are the typical “i’ve fallen in love with my best friend” cliché


The rain had always been her favorite kind of weather. The smell always brought a smile to her face and she loved the way raindrops felt on her cheekbones. There was also something, she had noticed, about the way the pavement looked right after a rainstorm. The light from outside made it glow, and if anything she felt like the scent of it only increased. On this particular day, her and Peter had gone out to the nearby café for hot chocolate. The hot beverage warmed her hands in contrast to the cooler weather outside. She insisted on getting a table by the window and Peter didn’t argue because it made her happy.

When she heard the first raindrop hit the glass window, her head snapped towards it to see the downpour of rain begin. A wide smile made its way onto her face and Peter stared at her. He was completely infatuated with her. The twinkle in her eyes when it rained. The way her nose got this slight crinkle in the bridge when she smiled that wide. When it really began to downpour, Peter stood up, insisting that they should get back soon before Aunt May started to worry. Peter hurried and tried to run to his car while she lagged behind. The rain had soaked them both to the bone the minute they stepped outside, but she didn’t care. She stood in the middle of the sidewalk, giggles falling past her lips as she clumsily twirled, letting the rain run down her cheeks and the slope of her nose.

Peter turned around and smiled widely at the sight in front of him. He grabbed his camera from the comfort of his car and focused it on his best friend. The sound of the shutter snapped her out of her daze and she turned her attention to Peter.

“Did you just take my picture?” she nearly had to yell to be heard over the rain. Peter only flashed her a cheeky smile and winked. The action sent her heart into overdrive and her already wet palms went clammy. Her cheeks already flushed from the cold outside, grew darker as she smiled back at him. He placed the camera back in his car before walking over to her and grabbing her hand. He nearly had to force her out of the rain and into the car, knowing fully well that she just wanted to dance in the middle of the small parking lot, the raindrops dancing with her.

The heater was on full blast on the car ride back to Peter’s apartment. She could only hope Peter didn’t notice the pink flush still on her cheeks, despite her face returning back to its normal temperature. Peter had held her hand and even though he had done it many times before, it made her heart flutter. She bit her lip, trying her hardest not to get caught up in her emotions in that moment. Her head turned to look at him as he drove. One of his hands released its grip on the wheel and he ran it through his wet hair, stray curls falling onto his forehead. Despite her best efforts she couldn’t help her heartbeat increase, as he unknowingly made her fall deeper in love with him.

As she turned to look back out the window she bit her lip again, cursing herself for how far deep she had fallen in.



The next week at school all (Y/N) saw left and right where homecoming proposals. Her heart yearned for Peter to ask her to the dance, her cheeks flaring just at the thought. She fidgeted with the lock on her locker before pulling it open. A small slip of paper fluttered down and she bent over to pick it up.

Meet me on the roof in 10 minutes. It’s urgent.
-Peter

Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she read the note a few more times. She had Algebra next and she wasn’t exactly sure how her parents would react if they ever found out she ditched class to hang out with Peter on the roof of the school. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed out deeply before shutting her locker and hurrying down the hall. Algebra could wait.

She peeked down the halls making sure no one noticed her before she slipped through the door leading to the roof. Her feet urgently ran up the stairs and she came up to the roof, the forewarning scent of rain in the air. She smiled yet was still confused when she saw Peter looking perfectly fine.

“Peter?” she called and he turned to face her, a daisy held in his right hand and a crooked smile on his face. She looked at the flower and back to him, before quirking an eyebrow up. He handed the flower to her and she took it, her eyes holding a small twinkle as she looked down at her favorite flower.

“I thought you said this was urgent, Pete,” she sighed, twirling the stem of the flower in her hands. His smile faltered slightly.

“Well, it is..sort of. I just I had something I wanted to ask you. You know, in private,” he rushed out his words and he noticed her face relax.

“Okay well, what is it?” she questioned. The tardy bell rang suddenly and she swallowed, realizing she was actually ditching Algebra. Peter also swallowed, except he was trying to swallow down his nerves so he could fearlessly ask her to homecoming.

“Well, I wanted to ask if you,” he trailed off, his nerves getting the best of him. Her anxiety was slowly burning through her veins as she stood there looking at him, still twirling the flower in her hands. The distant sound of thunder was heard and rain slowly started to sprinkle down. She laughed in her head, realizing this was just like High School Musical.

“I uh, do you, do you wanna dance?” Peter asked, cursing under his breath for not asking his actually question. Her face lit up and her cheeks flushed pink, but she smiled widely at him.

“But there’s no music,” she pointed out, and Peter inwardly groaned before pulling his phone out and putting one of her favorite Ed Sheeran songs on. Peter stole the daisy from her hands and placed it in her hair, before placing his right hand on her waist and grabbing her right hand in his left. Her own came to rest on his shoulder as he slowly danced her across the school rooftop. The rain fell down slowly, only dusting their clothes with small drops of water. A loud laugh suddenly fell past her lips and Peter smiled at the sound, even though he had been startled out of their comfortable silence.

“Sorry it’s just, this is almost exactly like that scene from High School Musical,” she giggled through the sentence and Peter laughed with her.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he responded, releasing her waist and spinning her in a circle. She continued to laugh the sound more symphonic than the music playing in the background. Both of their hearts were beating in time with the music, the close proximity between them making their heads spin.

“So, I actually wanted to ask you something different,” Peter tentatively said. Her eyes poured into his, the twinkle only him and the rain made possible apparent.

“Oh yeah?” she asked, a small smile on her face.

“Yeah, I um,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “Will you go to homecoming with me?”

She nearly stepped on Peter’s foot as she looked at him in surprise.

“I mean you don’t have to, I just thought maybe you wanted to but-” she cut him off, pressing her lips against his heated cheek.

“I’d love to go to homecoming with you, Peter,” she flashed him an award winning smile and he found himself falling deeper in love with her. They stood there in the middle of the roof, before Peter slowly started to lean in. The end of class bell suddenly rang and she shyly looked down.

“We should probably get to class,” Peter said, grabbing his things and she nodded, grabbing her own. He grabbed her hand and led her down the stairs, before he walked her to her English class. She entered the class and took a seat next to the window. Her chin rested in her palm as she stared at the calming rain now pouring from the sky, suddenly wishing for nothing more than to know what it felt like to kiss her best friend.



On the day of homecoming, she felt like she was going to pass out from the combination of excitement and anxiety corroding her bloodstream. Her dress fell off her shoulders and loosely fit her frame down to a few inches above her knee. The midnight blue clothing was the best dress she had owned and she loved the way it looked on her. Her hair was curled in loose waves, and she kept her makeup simple. When Peter arrived, her mother insisted on taking as many pictures as possible and she was all too happy when they finally left.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight,” Peter said as he walked her to his car. She gave him a wide smile, as he helped her into the passenger seat. As he drove the both of them to the dance, his hand held hers and she couldn’t help herself from smiling like a lunatic.

When they got to the dance (Y/N) laughed at the fact that it had started to rain, and it didn’t look like it was stopping any time in the future. Peter tried to pull her into the dance, his fingers intertwined with hers but she stopped him.

“Wait, Peter,” she said and he turned to look at her. The rain slowly began to deflate the curls in her hair and her mascara proved to not be as waterproof as it claimed as it smudged under her eyes. He raised his eyebrows in response.

“Can we, can we dance out here for a second?” she hesitantly asked. Peter only smiled at her and nodded. She could only roll her eyes and smile when Peter insisted on turning music on for the both of them, even though they could hear the music from inside the school. She wasn’t sure how it could get better than this. She was at homecoming with the boy of her dreams and it was nearly pouring down rain. Peter fearlessly grasped her hand and nearly dragged her headfirst into the middle of the parking lot. Her mind reeled and she was almost surprised that she would dance in the middle of a rainstorm in the best dress she owned.

The silver heels she wore made her the same height as Peter and it felt nice to finally be as tall as him for once. They danced around the parking lot, and only went inside when the rain had suddenly stopped altogether. They looked like a mess to everyone inside the gymnasium. Peter’s hair was dripping water, stray curls resting on his forehead. Her hair was soaking wet, and curling at the ends. Her makeup had smudged but she was still the most beautiful one there in Peter’s eyes.

When the dance was over, Peter drove her home and held her hand like before. She absentmindedly rubbed her thumb over his knuckles and simultaneously wished for the night to never end. Peter pulled up in front of her house and walked her to her door. They smiled at each other for a bit before she spoke up.

“I had fun tonight. Thanks for dancing in the rain with me,” she laughed and Peter grinned.

“Anything for you, darling,” Peter responded, confidence suddenly streaming through his blood. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink as she smiled at him. Her hands were shaking slightly and she was confused, her hands never shook before. As she stared into Peter’s eyes, she noticed his hands slowly grabbing onto her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Her hands found their way around his neck as her eyes flickered down to his mouth and back to his eyes.

A sudden surge of confidence overcomes her as she grabs the collar of Peter’s white button up and pulls his face to hers. Their lips brushed against each other’s before Peter pressed them fully against each other. Her hands still gripped his shirt collar, and his remained on her waist as he pulled her flush against him. Her first kiss was more than she imagined it would be with Peter. Sweet, flawless, charming, and absolutely fearless.

She entered her house and immediately went to her bedroom. When she shut the door she slid against it and smiled, her fingers ghosting over her lips where Peter’s had just been. She wasn’t sure how it could ever get any better than that moment. Peter definitely had his hold on her heart and was dragging her headfirst through love, both of them completely fearless.

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my piece for the @ai-yurionicezine ! I hope everyone whose received their copy can feel the ~love~ poured into it- with a biiig thanks to ollie for all his work (first time organizing a zine, too!) 💖

this piece was submitted for philautia! it was supposed to follow Yuuri’s journey into ~self-love~ at what I felt were the major emotional beats for his character