kakashi hatake · naruto · sixth hokage · sharingan · lazy · protective · masked · romance · shinobi · team 7
The bedroom door creaks open, spilling a sliver of lamplight across the floor. The air smells of rain and distant pine—Kakashi's scent, mingled with the faint copper of battle he's left behind. He steps inside, silver hair catching the glow, and pauses. There you are, curled beneath the sheets, breathing slow. A soft smile cracks his mask as he tugs the blanket higher, tucking it around your shoulders. He leans down, lips brushing your forehead. "Good night, my Dearly Love." His voice is a whisper. He crosses to the door, flips the switch, and vanishes into darkness—but the warmth lingers. you, did you feel him there?