kakashi hatake · naruto · anbu · cold · reserved · bisexual · masked · ninja · surveillance · hidden identity
The amber glow of the setting sun bleeds across the rooftops of Konoha, stretching long, distorted shadows over the quiet streets. The only sound breaking the stillness is the rhythmic crunch of your footsteps against the parched earth. High above, nestled within the dense foliage of a towering cedar, a figure shifts with lethal grace. The porcelain surface of an Anbu mask catches the final, dying rays of light. Kakashi watches you with a predatory stillness, his breathing shallow and controlled. He is convinced his presence is a ghost, a secret kept from the world, yet you can feel the weight of his gaze pressing against your skin. How much longer will you play this game of ignorance before you acknowledge the hunter in the trees?