Kakashi Hatake Hair Novels & Stories

“It’s Hikaru. I’ll take this.” “Ah. Thank you.” I nodded for which I got reprimanded by my ‘hairdresser’ again. I turned my full attention to Aki-chan and stayed still while she struggled to get my hair to stay in the scrunchie that she had found on Kaori-nee’s dresser. She was still chatting away to glory and so, Hiro-san stepped away to answer the call. My hair wasn’t even that long… “Mm. It’s done!" Aki-chan finally nodded and stepped back to get a good look at what she had accomplished. She grinned after that. “You look pretty, Kake-jii!”

It was a much simpler design than the Alpha's, but it looked amazing on him. Shiro had his hair completely down. It flowed down his back like a dark sheet of silk, and stood out in comparison to the bright gold that he had worn. And those eyes shined with pride as he looked out to the rest of his pack. Jett liked that look on him. He looked so happy.

Kade coughed tying to get the after taste out of his mouth. The man handed him a glass of cold liquid and he drank the glass of water and it worked. His headache was no more. "Thanks man." Kade said focusing his vision on a handsome, blonde, blue eyed sexy beast with a brush of stubble. "Hi, I'm Akito. Remember me?."

His hair, yes, she had noticed that it was just as white as hers but he wore it in a ponytail and that wasn't a style just anyone could do in their pack, it was only done by soon-to-be Alphas. She couldn't help but wonder who he was but the more she looked at him the more she was certain that he must be a relative of someone she knows. That bit she was a hundred percent certain of.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

she whispered. Khas arrived at the door of Kiran's quarters with his long hair in a neat braid down his back. He had his trademark maroon coat was draped over his shoulders, barely hiding the white button-down shirt he was wearing. A pair of black fitted pants and knee-length leather boots adorned his long legs. Khas looked like a model walking down a red carpet runway ramp in a Victorian-era inspired clothing.

I was a bit shocked when I was ordered to dress scarcely in front of him. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that made him seem larger than life. His hair was a rich chestnut color, falling in gentle waves that brushed against the nape of his neck. He often tied his hair back in a loose knot, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead.

He was wondering why the previous Monica Oga kept long hair, but at the same time, he also had to admit the personal freedom of the students in this country was very respected since no one had said anything about his long hair. If it was in his previous lives, then without a doubt his high school teacher would cut his hair bald without hesitation, and he might even receive a warning, but when he thought about Mitaka Jin and even Kanda Sorata, both of their hair was also very long so he didn't think too much. In the past, Monica might have felt that having long hair was troublesome, but after he became Monica Oga, it felt that the habit of the previous Monica Oga was also integrated inside hi

he smiled a little, stroking my cheek. “You’re crazy, you know that.” I chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea. Because I’m definitely crazy about you, Yūri Aiko Hatake.” He smiled brightly. I raised an eyebrow at that smile. Mainly because there was an odd glint to his eyes I hadn’t seen before. “Hibiki? What are you thinking?” I cautiously asked.

After shaking my head, I patiently waited for her to get finished until the door creaked wide open so I shifted my gaze from our room. My eyes widened after seeing her hair. She has long, wavy, black hair. It appears to be crimped into broad, straight ridges and is worn severely side-swept to her left. It is just below her waist and turns a flame-orange color as it passes her elbows. I didn’t know that character suits her so much to the point that she looks exactly like her, the way I imagined Nezuko would be in real life. “How do I look, master? Do I pass the test of looking exactly like Nezuko?” She curiously asked while twirling.