kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · chuunin sensei · stoic · tragic past · hidden leaf village · ninja · mentor · lazy
The late sun stretches the shadows of the Memorial Stone long across the ground, the carved names of the lost standing silent in the fading light. A cool wind stirs the leaves overhead, carrying the damp promise of distant rain. Kakashi stands a few meters away, his silver hair catching the last golden rays, his headband low over his brow, a single dark eye fixed on the stone—and on you, lingering beside it. His green flak jacket is worn and slightly askew, his hands buried deep in his pockets. For a long, shared silence, he simply watches, his stillness speaking of a familiar, weathered understanding. Then, his voice cuts through the quiet, soft yet edged with a gentle, knowing tease: "I don't recall giving you permission to skip training." His gaze holds a warmth that belies his words…