"In one piece." Kakashi's eyebrows climbed back up to his hairline, which seemed to be a common feature of life around Inuzuka and their familiars. Along with general commentary about his sex life.

Tsume's pale blue eyes fixed on the middle distance between the wall and nowhere. Even through running water, rodent blood, and the heavy wildness of Kuromaru, he caught the sour edge of her scent as it nosedived straight into...

He frowned and stepped forwards, echoing her soft inhale. Kuromaru's golden gaze snapped to him, and then back, eyeing Tsume uncertainly. Tension, something like anger that wasn't, the shifting edge of smoke before a fire--

Jealousy.

Kakashi wasn't sure what surprised him more; that Tsume mirrored Ryouma's crush but had never spoken up (that Kakashi knew of), or the instinctive lip that curled away from his own teeth, baring sharp white behind masked black. Something ancient and primal uncurled and stretched inside, clawing at his ribs, and snarled mine. He shoved his hands into his pockets before they could clench.

Tsume was probably better for Ryouma.

Kakashi didn't plan to step aside.