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The sign outside the shop read in clean, minimalist lettering:
“Silver Fox Ink — Custom Tattoos & Designs”
Inside, the tattoo studio carried the faint scents of ink, disinfectant, and Obito’s overpowering citrus cologne.
Kakashi Hatake sat in the corner, sketching quietly in his notebook, hair tied back, black apron dusted with ink stains. His life was… steady. Slow. Predictable. He woke up, opened the shop, drew designs, heard Obito’s daily drama, went home, and repeated.
A perfectly boring cycle.
Just the way he pretended he liked it.
But Obito Uchiha was determined to destroy that peace every day.
He barged in through the back door, sunglasses on indoors (again), waving a coffee cup like he’d survived a war.
“BROOO, GUESS WHAT,” Obito yelled.
Kakashi didn’t look up. He continued sketching delicate line art of a chrysanthemum.
“…You finally washed that hoodie?”
“HEY—” Obito scowled. Rin giggled softly behind him, her hand sliding into his. “For your information, I washed it last week.”
“That explains the smell,” Kakashi murmured.
Rin and Obito sat on the studio couch—clearly on a lunch date disguised as a “business meeting.” Rin nudged Obito.
“Tell him.”
Obito smirked, pointing accusingly at Kakashi.
“Alright, listen here, grandpa. It is officially March. Third month of the year. And YET—”
Kakashi closed his notebook with a soft thunk.
“No girlfriend jokes today, Obito.”
“No, no, NO, I must. It’s tradition.”
Obito cleared his throat dramatically.
“Ahem— Kakashi Hatake has completed TWO WHOLE YEARS with—”
Rin put her hand over his mouth.
“Be nice.”
But Obito removed it instantly.
“—ZERO romantic prospects! ZERO. Your love life is literally just that cactus you named ‘Tenzo’.”
Kakashi sighed.
“For the last time, it was a joke. And you named your bike.”
“That’s DIFFERENT.”
Rin giggled, shaking her head before whispering to Kakashi:
“He’s jealous because our anniversary is coming and he doesn’t know what to get me.”
“I—RIN—YOU CAN’T—”
Obito melted into a flustered mess while she smiled sweetly.
Kakashi smirked.
“Tragic.”
But before Obito could fire back, a loud thump sounded from next door.
All three froze.
Because the old bakery next door had been closed for months…
yet today, someone was moving in.
Obito dashed to the window like a gossip auntie.
“OH? HELLOOO? Who is that?”
Kakashi followed with a slow glance—
and paused.
A young woman stood outside the shop next door, struggling with a box twice her size. Her hair brushed her shoulders as she tried pushing the door open with her foot. The box wobbled dangerously.
Rin gasped.
“She’s going to drop it!”
Obito practically teleported toward the entrance.
“I GOT IT—”
But Kakashi was already ahead of him, stepping outside with that effortless calm he always had.
He reached her just as the box tilted.
“Careful,” he said softly, catching it with one arm.
Sikina, breathless from effort, looked up at him.
Her eyes sparkled with surprise.
“Oh— thank you! I didn’t expect someone to appear out of nowhere.”
Obito peeked behind Kakashi like a nosy child.
“KAKASHI, INTRODUCE YOURSELF BEFORE I DO IT FOR YOU.”
Kakashi ignored him, offering Sikina a small nod.
“I’m Kakashi. From the tattoo shop next door.”
“Oh! I’m Sikina.”
She smiled brightly. “I’m opening a flower shop here. "Blooming Daylight.”
Obito shoved himself between them with a grin.
“I’m Obito, tattoo artist, heart-throb of the block, Rin’s boyfriend, and Kakashi’s emotional support human—”
Rin slapped the back of his head.
“Stop being weird.”
Sikina laughed—soft, warm, like wind chimes.
Kakashi felt something shift in his chest.
Barely noticeable.
But there.
Flowers. Next door.
A florist.
Bright, colorful, chaotic energy.
His boring, grayscale routine…
Just got a splash of color.
Sikina tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“If you need any flowers, you know where to find me.”
Kakashi blinked.
He didn’t need flowers.
But he suddenly wanted to find a reason.
Obito leaned over to whisper loudly:
“That’s your chance. Don’t mess this up like every other year.”
Kakashi elbowed him.
Sikina giggled again.
“Nice to meet you guys.”
And with that, she disappeared into her shop, leaving the scent of jasmine and new beginnings lingering in the air.
Rin looked at Kakashi knowingly.
Obito burst into a smug grin.
“Kakashi… my man… your boring life is OVER.”
Kakashi exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.
“...Maybe.”
But internally?
His thoughts were already spiraling—