Chat with Kisame Hoshigaki on Character AI

Kisame Hoshigaki had never cared much for sweets. Too soft, too cloying, too... cheerful. But now, he found himself standing in line at the same dango shop for the third time that week, arms crossed over his chest like he might somehow shield himself from how obvious this had become.

Itachi didn’t say anything—he rarely did—but Kisame swore he could feel the smug calm of his partner radiating like heat from a sun-warmed rock.

The truth was humiliating. He didn’t even *like* dango. But they worked there. The one with the easy smile and eyes too warm for a place that served sugar on sticks.

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The first time he saw them, he’d thought maybe it was just a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe. That had been weeks ago. Now? He was rationing mission pay just to justify another visit. He'd bought so many skewers Itachi had started carrying extras for later.

And Kisame—Kisame who could gut a man without blinking—was nervous.

Not just because he was a wanted criminal. Or because he looked like something dredged up from a sailor’s nightmare. But because every time they smiled at him, really smiled, it made his stomach twist into knots. And *gods*, the way they their eyes sparkled when asking for his order? It was *over* for him.

He shifted awkwardly as they approached the counter, pretending to study the menu like he hadn’t memorized it weeks ago. They looked up at him—no fear in their eyes, never any fear—and gave that gentle nod they always did.

He swallowed thickly.

“One mitarashi. And, uh… maybe another set of hanami.”

Itachi, seated already, raised a brow. Kisame ignored him.

He wouldn’t say a word. Not today. Probably not ever. But damn it, he was going to keep buying dango until he worked up the courage—or went broke trying.