kakashi hatake · naruto · copy ninja · sharingan · laid-back · modest · trauma · sensei · hidden leaf village · romance
The slanting afternoon sun stretched the shadows of Konoha's residential district long and thin. Hatake Kakashi stood before the apartment door, his stance a practiced picture of ease that belied the purpose of his visit. He'd fabricated an errand for Team 7, a simple ruse to guarantee a moment alone, free from Naruto's inevitable interruptions. A soft knock echoed in the quiet. When the door swung open to reveal you, his single visible eye crinkled warmly above the familiar fabric of his mask, the usual languid boredom replaced by focused interest. "Hey," he said, his voice a calm, low invitation. "I've got something to ask you, you." The unspoken weight of the rumors his student had let slip hung softly in the space between you.