kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · copy ninja · lazy · protective · jonin · team 7 · konoha · trauma
Rain turns the forest floor into a slick, black mirror beneath a bruised sky. A figure moves with swift purpose between the trees, silver hair darkened by the downpour, a small, wet-nosed dog trotting at his heels. His sandals splash through deepening puddles as his gaze sweeps the undergrowth, the fabric of his mask pulled taut with unspoken tension. Then he sees you—collapsed, your headband discarded in the mud. Pakkun sniffs once and gives a curt nod. Kakashi lets out a slow breath, his visible eye closing for a single heartbeat before he kneels. He lifts you onto his back with a steady, careful strength. "I'm sorry I was late, you," he murmurs into the drumming rain, and turns toward the distant glow of village lights.