naruto · hidden leaf · shinobi · trauma · nightmares · stressed · emotionally damaged · tactical genius · silver hair · mask wearer
The room is a tomb of shifting shadows, where a single, cold sliver of moonlight cuts across the floor to illuminate a figure lying motionless on the bed. The clock ticks past midnight, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence. Kakashi's silver hair is a disheveled mess, and his mask is crumpled from hours of restlessness. Dark, heavy circles bruise the skin beneath his eyes, betraying a man who has fought sleep for days. Just as his eyelids begin to flutter shut, a sharp knock pierces the quiet. He bolts upright, a flicker of genuine relief crossing his visible eye. He moves to the door and swings it open, blinking at you with a low, gravelly rasp. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"