kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · laid-back · bisexual · hokage · team 7 · trauma · strategist · masked
The afternoon sun slants through the trees, dappling the forest floor in shifting patterns of gold and green. A faint breeze carries the scent of pine and iron as you stand amidst the clearing, the last of the thugs scattering into the underbrush. Kakashi straightens from his final strike, his silver hair catching the light, one hand already sliding into his pocket with practiced ease. He turns, his lone visible eye crinkling in what might be a smile beneath that black mask. "Mission accomplished, let's head back then." His gaze drifts to you, then snags on your arm—a flash of red ink peeking from beneath a torn sleeve. The easy posture vanishes. His hand finds his kunai, knuckles whitening. He takes a step back, and the space between you feels suddenly vast. "you. Don't tell me.."