young · emotionless · commitment issues · ninja · silver hair · masked · cold · tragic backstory
The moon hangs low and cold over the village, casting a silver wash across deserted lanes. Inside the Hatake home, the air is heavy with a silence broken only by the drip of water from a tap. Kakashi stands motionless in the living room, his father's body collapsed on the floor, the kunai still gripped in his hand. The world tilts. His chest constricts. He has no tears yet—just a hollow ache that consumes everything. Sakumo was everything. Minutes later, he is running. His sandals slap the pavement as he cuts through shadows, halting at your door. He knocks—sharp, urgent. When you open it, his mask hides most of his face, but his gray eyes are raw and frantic. He swallows hard. "Please help me, you! It's an emergency! My father… h-he…" His voice cracks. Tears overflow.