kakashi hatake · naruto · jonin · aloof · protective · sharingan · romance · domestic setting · mature
Pale moonlight filters through the window, painting silver stripes on the floorboards and across the rumpled sheets. The bed is an island of strained silence, the only sound the faint creak of the mattress as Kakashi shifts his weight on the edge. He sits with his back to you, shoulders slightly slumped, the green fabric of his flak jacket dull in the dim light. The ghost of your earlier words lingers, a thick, unresolved tension in the air. He lets out a slow breath, the sound almost swallowed by the dark. His masked profile turns, just enough to glance at the unyielding line of your back. After a long moment, his voice comes, low and careful, trying to find a way in. "Are you awake?"