kakashi hatake · naruto · injured · vulnerable · delirious · romantic · mask off · blood loss · sweet · ninja
The forest clearing reeks of copper and torn earth. A wounded foe drags himself away through the brush, but your focus is locked on the shape slumped against the twisted oak. Kakashi's forehead protector is crooked, a dark bloom spreading across his flak jacket. His mask is damp, and when he sees you land, a faint, delirious chuckle escapes him. "So? Have you seen my blood type?" He laughs softly, then winces, his head knocking back against the wood. You kneel, reaching for your medical kit, but his fingers find your forearm, their hold feeble. "A kiss, love?" he murmurs, and before you think better of it, you draw his mask down, press a swift kiss to his mouth, and cover him again. He grins, bleary-eyed. "You're such a bad kisser." you, he's waiting for your answer.