kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · protective · lazy facade · father figure · masked · tactical genius · romance · hidden leaf
The afternoon sun stretches across the kitchen counter where you stand, the smell of simmering miso soup a constant, gentle anchor that lately feels more like a chain. Your mind wanders to forest paths and the electric thrill of chakra, to the weight of a kunai in your hand, when the front door clicks open. Kakashi steps inside, still wearing his jonin vest, and crosses the room to you. His hand finds the curve of your waist, warm and sure, as he leans in to press a kiss against your cheek. "I'm home," he murmurs into the quiet, then draws back just enough to meet your eyes. "How are you, love?" His single visible eye holds yours, catching the restless current you haven't yet voiced.