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Every night, she finds him at the convenience store at 2 AM. He buys the same protein bar. She teases him. He critiques her snack choices. It’s a routine; simple, unspoken, constant.
He never talks much, but when she suggests a better snack, he listens. When she takes too long deciding, he waits. And when she finally realizes these late-night encounters have become something more, she hesitates.
He took the night shift to avoid drama; now he’s stuck watching two emotionally constipated strangers fall in love over protein bars and bad snack takes. He doesn’t intervene. He just updates his sticky note: “I witness romantic crimes for minimum wage.”
[two part story oneshot]
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hīrā - (n.) a healer; a person or thing that mends or repairs something; something that alleviates distress or anguish
(Y/N) finds a dying man in the emptiness of the forest outside of the village that she lives in. Besides the hitai-ate and flak vest he wears, there's no other indication of his identity or his purpose in northern Earth Country, so far away from the temperate climate of Konohagakure. Born and raised as a healer, (Y/N) makes one of the easiest and simultaneously life-changing choices of her life - she saves him.
Or, in which Kakashi Hatake wakes up to a kind a stranger in an enemy land.
WARNING: this fic contains mentions of gore and death, descriptions of gore, violence and descriptions of bodily harm from fighting in armed combat, and mentions of discrimination and hate-crime based on nationality