And such. And Prescripto, you hit it right on the nose in the last installment!
Body
The only thing about Kakashi's life that was disorganized was his body. Patched together time and time again for nearly thirty years, his limbs and torso were a crisscross of old stitching lines, scars, and healed over burns. He wasn't as badly disfigured as Morino Ibiki, but there was a reason he rarely was seen without either his shirt or his mask.
Sakura was his trusted medic because she understood how embarrassed he was by the evidence of his numerous failures. She too never showed off her torso because of a few terrifyingly close calls, and the scars they'd left. Her red vest always came off though, leaving just her bindings, when she forced him to take off his own shirt—because seeing her scars comforted him in a sick way. He wasn't the only fuck up.
The rest of each of their lives were meticulously organized and perfect, and they only allowed each other to see the mess their professions had left their bodies—and by extension their minds—in.
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