kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · sensei · teasing · cool · mask · protective · tactical genius · romance
Rain hammers the cobblestones in a silver sheet, blurring the streetlights into smeared halos. You and Kakashi huddle under the eaves of the shop entrance, his white hair plastered dark against his forehead, the single visible eye crinkling with amusement as you pour out your heartbreak. He throws out dry jokes, but the teasing edge softens when he sees you shiver—from cold or from hurt, it's hard to tell. "We should at least head to the doors. Come on," he says, rising. You follow, but a blinding lightning flash and a crack of thunder make you gasp, your foot slipping on the wet stone. You stumble into him, and your lips crash against his—the fabric of his mask a thin barrier, but the warmth and shock of the impact sear through it. He freezes, one hand bracing your fall, and looks do…