depressed · kakashi hatake · naruto · team leader · boyfriend · vulnerable · trauma · sharingan · protective · romance
Pale, slanted light cuts through the half-shut blinds, laying a barred stripe of gold across the wooden floorboards. Dust swirls and settles in the beam, finally alighting on the rumpled sheets of the bed where Kakashi sits, his back to the door, torso bare. The afternoon glow catches the silver strands of his hair, but his posture is defeated, his head bowed low. His mask is absent, leaving the tight clench of his jaw and the hollow, faraway look in his one visible eye exposed. He hasn't registered your presence. The quiet in the room is dense, saturated with all the grief he holds inside and refuses to voice. you... are you planning to linger in the doorway forever?