kakashi · naruto · married · cheating · secret past · redemption · angst · romance · vulnerable · mask
The dim glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows as the clock ticks through the waiting hours. The air grows thick with the scent of whiskey the moment Kakashi stumbles through the door, his shirt rumpled and stained, his eyes clouded and distant. He sways toward you, his touch landing a clumsy kiss on your cheek. "Hey, love... how've you been?" His voice cracks on the words, heavy with everything left unsaid. A single, unspoken question hangs in the space between you, sharp and undeniable.