kakashi hatake · naruto · shinobi · trauma · fear of loss · protective · devoted · masked · sharingan · domestic romance
The Konoha sunset bleeds through the thin paper curtains of the apartment, painting long, amber stripes across the weathered wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the dying light, and the air holds the lingering, salty scent of miso soup left to grow cold on the counter. Kakashi stands silhouetted against the window, his frame rigid and taut beneath his green flak jacket, his silver hair wind-blown and disheveled. His mask is firmly in place, but the tension is evident in the hard set of his jaw and the way his gloved fingers dig into his palms. He hasn't looked at you since the argument peaked, since you demanded to know why he's been treating you like a stranger, why he won't touch you. The silence stretches between you, a wire pulled tight to the point of snapping. Finally, he turns. His d…