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The sun had just vanished behind Konoha’s rooftops as Kakashi eased the door shut behind him, the faint click of the latch cutting off the village’s distant murmur. His uniform carried the day’s dust—chalk from the academy blackboard, the dry scent of training grounds. Years of shared history lived in this space: academy benches, ANBU midnight watches, and now the quiet rhythm of a home. He shook out his sleeves, the motion tired but familiar, and his single visible eye crinkled warmly as his gaze settled on you. “I’m back, you.”