Kakashi Hatake Hair Novels & Stories

“What is this? Where am I?” There were no signs of another life aside from me. The leaves danced gleefully with the wind and the branches of trees swayed simultaneously. “You’re in your dream state.” I almost jumped in shock when someone spoke behind my back. My eyes darted at him from head to foot. His vibrant aura shined luminously like diamonds. The strands of his ash-gray colored hair resembled Kakashi’s. Kakashi was my favorite anime character. He looked like he just came out of Webtoon.

Chloe wondered if Heather had ever been wearing any. "You work so hard Mr. Kawasaki, Sir, it's the least I can do," Heather said. Mr. Kawasaki was about a foot behind Heather. He was maybe 5'7 and very thin and fit, he looked as though he worked out regularly. He had short straight black hair that was perfectly ruffled, and his back was possibly the hottest back Chloe had ever seen. He was wearing only a tie, and his ass was just as gorgeous as his back. Chloe stood in awe.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

I asked since he mentioned him not snitching on him to their parents. “Yeah.” His voice was calmer now. “He’s back.” We eased onto the bed, with Kairos resting his head on my lap as he lay on his back, his eyes on mine. We both smiled at each other without meaning to the moment our eyes met again and I brushed his hair back from his forehead. I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he managed his hair. Kairos’s hair was long, silky, and thick. It flowed past his shoulders and stopped mid-back, and it was unnaturally perfect. Each strand was smooth as if it had never seen a tangle.

He definitely seems more human than Raff, but I get the distinct feeling that there is more than meets the eye with that one. Raff and Hikaru finally come out of the room and Raff is looking F.I.N.E.. Hikaru put him in olive green baggy pants that suit him well and the fitted white shirt that they had me try on earlier and with a green leaf print silk scarf draped loosely around his neck. Hikaru also tamed his wild mane, by brushing the wild wave out and pulling the top into a small topknot at the back of his head. As my eyes feast on his deliciousness, I notice the green at the front of his hair grow a few shades deeper. “Shit, bro you clean up pretty!” Blaze laughs.

Her wheat-colored hair was pulled into a bun as she padded over to me. "Steak or salad?" She asked, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Steak." I replied, rolling my eyes at Alec and Kade's identical grins. They both looked deviously handsome tonight. Both wore black button-down shirts and black slacks. The only difference between them was their hair. Alec's hair was all one length, grazing his ears messily. Kade's hair was shorter around the base, but longer on top. Each time they turned their eyes away from me, which wasn't often, I couldn't help but gawk at the muscles protruding from their clothes.

Luckily Hikaru is always carrying around blueberries to mask his smell. " According to the villagers, there were 3 version slayers. Bankotsu, Galahad's wife, Cynthia, and the last mysterious one. He was always wearing a black blindfold, nobleman clothes and his hair is a very dark blue. Some described it just as blue as Prince Serin's hair. We assume that the scale belongs to him, since according to Galahad, Cynthia is definitely not a dragon. " Kagome informs as she goes through her notes.

“Oh. Sorry, I haven't gotten to know everyone yet.” “Then I'll be the first one you get to know, Sakata-san.” “You can call me by my first name or my second one. I prefer it if people don’t call me by my last name because it makes me feel like my dad when you don't.” “Ok, Tisiphone. I don’t think I've ever seen snow-white hair before. Did you dye it?” “Nope, it's been this way since the day I was born.” “That's so cool. How did you get it to be so curly? Mine is always pin-straight; it never wants to stay curly no matter what I do.”