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Kakucho was stuck. Of course, he was. Izana was everything to him. Despite being 21 and given more than five years to grieve, he's still waiting. He prays, hopes; he'd give anything at all for one last order from his dead king. So once he's given one, he's quite stumped.
Or: Izana comes back as a ghost, needing closure to pass on peacefully. Problem is - he can't remember jack shit.
“Kaku?” Izana peered up at him with wide lavender eyes, framed with thick, dark lashes and more mellowed than Kakuchou had seen in years. “What’s up?”
Kakuchou blinked, pulling his attention back to the present. “Nothing,” he hummed, tilting his head down to nose at the crown of Izana’s head. “Just… wanted to hear your voice.”
In which Kakuchou and Izana share a tender moment after making it out alive and learning to let down their guards.
Hinata “makes” Takemichi use formal speech for a day and the results are, uhm, drastic—needless to say.
You get a Takemitchy doll! You get a Takemitchy doll! Everyone gets a Takemitchy doll!