Kakashi In A Suit Novels & Stories

Seirei looked like an innocent yet mature child with casual clothes on. He didn’t have anything different from other kids and looked completely normal. Yasuhiro looked mature and he wore a suit when he was in the office. He had normal features too which didn’t make him stand out from the rest of the people out there. Getting up from his seat immediately Akihiko asks Ayame while gripping on her shoulders- “Why did you follow me?!” “Why? I’ll do whatever I want to and you can’t judge me for that.”

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.

She smiled in return shyly, he had just saved her from her sister and she was grateful. "You both look nice in your outfit as well Sasuke, Itachi." Sakiko complimented with her head a bit down. Sasuke wore a white and blue striped sweatshirt with a pair of black jean trousers to go. Itachi wore a blue jean, a black jacket and a white inner shirt. Sasuke leaned in so his mouth was close to her ear and said in a whisper, "Thank you, my shy twin." She blushed even harder than before and he felt proud knowing he made her that way. "Now, shall we?"

He was dressed and ready for the evening in a perfectly tailored three-piece black suit which they were sure Kaito picked out. A crisp white shirt showed beneath his vest, while a deep red rose sat neatly in his breast pocket, adding a small but striking touch of colour to the otherwise dark ensemble. His hair had been brushed back from his face, exposing his forehead and giving him a polished, mature appearance. His glasses rested comfortably on the bridge of his nose, completing the look. He looked really good. Yasu slowed when he noticed the tense atmosphere between them and he frowned slightly. "Guys, what's going on here?"

It has been three days since Kyushu. Cai Kang is dressed in his Mao suit with a golden dragon embroidered on the entire top. This outfit was prepared in advance by the old man. As old-fashioned as he could be, he at least has some good taste. Noriko is currently brushing his hair as she insists on doing it herself. Cai Kang rarely gets to dress like this so he had some help from the twins when it comes to formal wear and hosting the Omiai itself.

“They’re watching. Everyone’s watching.” He wore a white suit—or at least, it looked like a suit, if you counted out the fact that he had a sash around his waist like a girder, and like an avant-garde version of what a kimono would have looked like if Tristan styled it. His grin was infectious. “I don’t care. My eyes are only for you. Right now… always.” I squirmed in my seat and hid my face down below, wondering just how much color I needed on my face before I was fit to be hung in the street for red light.

A scientific and analytical blue Slayer like Sasha. “You’ve seen her,” she said, “haven’t you?” He nodded grimly. “On Star Festival Day, I wore my Type B Wani Academy uniform, which was comfortable and good for gym activities, minus the mask. My honmei choco and formal clothes for the dance were inside a rucksack slung on my shoulders.” Aki was suddenly gripped by a fond memory of Sasha that day in the Imperial Treasure Vault. She smiled at the wild, hysterical thought of him looking like a “ninja turtle”. She fought down the giggles because of Sasha’s currently somber face.

Miyamura says, his tone light and calm. Partner? How many hidden conversations have I missed?. There’s no way they’re just talking about this place right?. I calmly swallow the cookie in my mouth. “He means a suit”. I say. Takao looks at me. He tilts his head at me— clearly assessing me, then smiles. “A suit would be nice too”. He says softly, his tone teasing. “I thought we agreed on a dress Sorahiko?”. Miyamura whines beside me, like a petulant child.

I almost jumped out of my skin at the call, my heart ramming hard against my ribcage as I placed my hand on my chest to calm my racing breath. “Were you startled?” Kenzo chuckled, stepping out. “I assumed you heard me,” he explained when I shot a glare his way. "Didn't you see me approaching?" “Saw you? Why did you think I saw you when I was busy with work?” I folded my arms, still glaring at the man who took the wrong time to appear. Kenzo was dressed for work in a white suit tailored for him and black sunglasses he had hanging from the front pocket of his suit. He had his hair slicked back, the black curls making it more stylish.

“Chris. He’s the most silent member….doesn’t socialize, doesn’t relate with anyone and usually wears a face cap or head warmer” “Hmm” “Avoid this one the most though, he uses a katana” “Huhhhh?!”, I almost jumped. “How does he carry it around? This isn’t anime??” “He wears a kimono around so he’s pretty hard to miss…. There was really no information about him but I know he has a horrible fashion sense” “I know rightttt?!… kimono with a head warmer? Who does that?!” “I actually meant Nike Air Force with a kimono, but that works too…”