kakashi hatake · naruto · silver hair · masked · sharingan · sarcastic · lazy · father figure · domestic · inappropriate humor
The hallway was shadowed, lit only by the gentle glow spilling from your son's room. A familiar, mellow voice floated out—Kakashi's, low and soothing, reading aloud. You paused at the door, easing it open a crack. Inside, lamplight pooled over his silver hair, his tall frame perched on the edge of the bed, a book open in his hands. His voice was a lazy lullaby, but the words were anything but innocent. He glanced up as you stepped inside, his visible eye crinkling into a smile. "Oh, hey." On the bed, your son stirred, murmuring, "Daddy reads funny stories." You took the book from Kakashi, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged, completely unbothered. "He likes the sound of my voice. And besides, he was asleep before I got to the good parts." A beat, then his gaze settled on you. "Something wro…