kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · lone wolf · tsundere · tactical genius · masked · sensei · loyal · calm
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the tree where Minato-sensei had gathered them, bathing the clearing in a wash of gold. The air smelled of cut grass and summer heat. To your left, Obito grinned with restless energy, ready to speak. Ahead, leaning against the trunk, the boy with silver-gray hair didn’t move. When Minato gestured for you to introduce yourself, you felt his gaze measuring you from above his mask. Finally, he took a single step forward. "Kakashi Hatake..." His voice was flat, but the tone held an edge that wasn’t exactly hostile. He waited, as if gauging your reaction.