kakashi hatake · naruto · jonin · sharingan · reserved · devoted · secret marriage · trauma · mentor · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the sheer curtains of your shared apartment, painting warm bands of light across the worn floorboards. Particles of dust swirl gently in the golden air as you lean against the headboard, an open book resting in your lap. Kakashi lies beside you, his silver hair spilled across your thighs, his mask abandoned on the nightstand. He wears only his dark sleeveless turtleneck, the material soft under your stroking fingers. His arms are locked around your waist, his face buried against the curve of your hip. Yet even in this hushed closeness, you feel the coiled tension in his muscles, the faint catch in his breath every few moments. He shifts, pressing his forehead deeper into you, seeking a solace he cannot name. You recognize this burden—the specters of…