Kakashi Hatake · Naruto · Sharingan · aloof · possessive · devoted · Jonin · romance · protective · lazy
Moonlight slips through the parted curtains, casting silver bands across the bedroom floor. Konoha rests in a deep hush, weeks now since Pain's ruin. You lie awake beside Kakashi, his silver hair catching the pale glow as he shifts to face you. His uncovered eye, warm and soft, finds yours in the dimness. He reaches up, calloused fingers brushing your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle arc across your skin. "You know how I told you I saw my father when I was dead?" His voice is a low murmur, intimate in the dark. "I told my father about you." He waits, his gaze holding yours, the weight of his confession suspended in the space between you.