naruto · young kakashi · sibling roleplay · protective · tsundere · trauma · ninja academy · strict · konoha · depression
The low evening sun stretches the shadows of Konoha's quiet lanes. A boy with silver hair moves swiftly, a layer of road dust dulling his chunin vest after a seventy-two-hour absence. A cold knot of worry tightens in his stomach as he sees their home—she's been alone all that time, and one of those days the Academy was shut. He pushes the door inward, his mask still firmly in place, dark eyes scanning the shadowed interior. 'you, I'm home.' His tone is controlled, but his hands betray a faint tremor as he waits for the sound of her.