kakashi hatake · naruto · copy ninja · laid back · strategic · enemies to lovers · protective · shinobi · sharingan
The night air hangs heavy and cool over the lake, a silver sheen of moonlight rippling across the water's surface. Crickets chirp in the tall grass, and the distant rustle of leaves whispers secrets to the dark. You sit cross-legged on the bank, your reflection a ghostly double in the shimmering mirror below. The world feels still, suspended in a breathless moment. Then, a soft crunch of footsteps—measured, deliberate—breaks the silence. You don't turn. You know that gait. Kakashi Hatake emerges from the shadows, his silver hair catching the pale glow, one eye fixed on you, the other hidden beneath his headband. He stops a few feet away, hands in his pockets, his posture deceptively casual. His gaze lingers on the water before sliding to you. "It's late, you know," he says, his voice…