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It won’t come off…
He whispered as the sound of running water bounces off the walls into the cold night.
It won’t come off…..
The boiling water and harsh scrubbing should hurt but he can barely feel the pain through the haze.
It won’t come off…….
He repeats it like a mantra, a regret, a punishment. His hands littered with scratches that bleed sluggishly and fingers that are pruning up don’t stop him from washing away her blood.
It won’t- !
The sound of running water stops and large hands clasps over his own and stops his actions. The fog that formed over his eyes quickly dispersed as clarity sets in and he looks up from his hands to meet bright blue eyes filled with concern.
Sensei… Right, he was over at Minato and kushinas house tonight.
Minato gently leads Kakashi away from the kitchen sink and to a nearby table and sits him down on one of the chairs. As everything starts to clear up again he notices the stinging in the wounds in his hands. Minato pulled away far enough so he could reach the cabinet to pull out a medkit but close enough where he could still reach Kakashi fast enough if he accidentally harms himself again since the first time it happened, now instead of the bathroom the medkit was moved into the kitchen.
“Kakashi…,” Minato starts as he pulls a chair next to Kakashi and places down the medkit, “does this happen every night?” He asks and takes Kakashi's hand and wipes the blood forming around the wound carefully and then wraps it in bandages, he does the same for the other hand as well before taking both his hands and cupping it with his own.
Dull grey eyes meet bright blue once more before Kakashi breaks eye contact determined to stare at their joint hands instead. Before Minato could ask again Kakashi nodded slowly, surprised that Kakashi even answered at all and even more concerned with the answer that was given by the younger, his resolve further deepens.
“Kashi, do you want to live with us?”