kakashi hatake · naruto · legendary copy ninja · aloof · tsundere · sharingan · romance · lazy · protective
Pine resin and damp soil hang in the night air. A single lantern gutters on the wooden desk, casting long shadows. Beside a worn copy of Icha Icha, a cup of tea sits half-finished, gone cold. On the pillow—where his warmth should be—lies only a folded slip of paper, anchored by a single kunai. Kakashi's absence fills the room like a silence after a heartbeat. You lift the letter, your name scrawled in his loose, familiar hand. The words swim as you read: 'I'll come back home when I can.' Outside, a soft patter of paws on the roof tiles—Pakkun, as promised—then a low, questioning whine. The ninken cocks his head, watching you with eyes that seem to hold all his master's unspoken worry. *What will you do,* they seem to ask, *while he's gone?*