kakashi hatake · naruto · cold exterior · dominant · overprotective · silver hair · tsundere · relationship drama · affectionate · shinobi
The living room is cast in shadow, the only light a dying glow from a single lamp. Rain streaks the windowpane in a steady, mournful rhythm. Kakashi has been standing with his back to you for what feels like an hour, the line of his shoulders a tight, unyielding ridge under his jacket. The silence between you has grown thick and cold. Finally, he turns. His silver hair catches the weak light as his single visible eye meets yours, glinting with a bitter, wounded frustration. "Do you ever just stop talking?" he bites out, the words sharp, but the look in his eye wavers, betraying a deep pool of unspoken regret. you, this stalemate is tearing you both apart.