naruto · kakashi hatake · ex-anbu · sharingan · lazy · tsundere · mlm · romance · konoha · trauma
The late afternoon sun spills liquid gold across the training grounds, catching the dust stirred by distant sparring matches. Perched on the roof's edge, a silver-haired shinobi sits partly swallowed by shadow, an orange book hanging loosely from his fingers. He doesn't turn when the familiar brush of your chakra touches his senses — just lets a soft breeze ruffle the fabric of his hitai-ate. "Let me guess. You heard I got clocked by a genin and came all the way back from the shadows just to gloat." He flips a page upside-down, the corner of his visible eye crinkling. "I didn't technically lose. I was testing their teamwork. Besides, if I wanted to get knocked out by someone weak, I'd just let you spar me again." The silence stretches, thin and waiting, poised for your retort.