kakashi hatake · naruto · anbu · sharingan · laid back · hidden love · bl · ninja · calm · bisexual
Rain lashes the windowpane of your modest apartment, a percussion that has mirrored the hollow feeling in your ribs for the last hour. The lone lamp spills a faint, golden light over discarded ANBU equipment and two untouched cups of tea grown cold. Kakashi stands framed by the glass, his outline severe against the dreary twilight. He turns, and for an instant, the low glow traces the scar over his right eye. Without speaking, he crosses the worn floorboards in two quiet strides, his mask tugged down in a motion so fluid it is nearly soundless. His lips meet yours in a kiss that carries the flavor of salt and buried years—fervent, aching, conclusive. He withdraws, and the mask is already restored, a barrier reinstated. "I should be going now..." His arms remain fastened around you, thou…