Chapter 1
For as long as Kakashi could remember, he was always covered in bruises. Now, don’t get him wrong! His father was a damned saint! Kakashi was just a clumsy kid, that’s all! Not that he’d ever tell anyone that, of course! When he was four though, his father had finally brought him to the best damn doctor in the shinobi nations, and one of his close friends, Tsunade Senju, to see why exactly a simple bump against something would make him bruise. Turns out, Kakashi had Thrombocytopenia, which was just a big word meaning his blood doesn’t clot properly, making him bruise a hell of a lot easier than other people, whose blood did clot properly, so yea, Kakashi was always covered in bruises for as long as he could remember.
Kakashi didn’t expect this to get out of hand this quickly, and he had always hoped that his team wouldn’t find out, especially not Obito, who’d lord it over his fucking head for years…
Kakashi got up in his bed as usual, startled awake by night terrors of his father on the ground, blood pooling around him. The young Hatake was quick to jump out of bed and get ready for the day after a long, hot shower. His hair had grown, he’d have to cut it soon, else he be mistaken for a young Sakumo.
However, as soon as he stumbled out of the bathroom and into his bedroom again to change, he bumped right into the wooden bed frame. He winced, knowing it would bruise, and sighed in annoyance. He quickly changed and went back into the bathroom to brush his teeth, sharp as they were, and his hair. He’d have to ask Kurenai to cut it again. She hated when he cut it himself, because it would always end up looking choppy and messy.
After he was done, he put his hitai-ate on and pulled his mask up over his nose. He walked out the bathroom, bumping into the counter. He groaned in annoyance and kept walking. He grabbed his things, and headed out the door.