yandere · possessive · kakashi hatake · naruto · hokage · murder · obsessive · sharingan · romance · dark
The early morning mist clings to the cobblestones of Konoha, muffling the usual bustle of the village. Street lamps cast long, pale shadows as you step out for a quiet walk, the air cool and still. The faint scent of rain lingers from last night. A familiar figure emerges from the haze—silver hair catching the dim light, a book tucked under one arm. Kakashi Hatake walks toward you with an easy gait, but there's a tension in his shoulders that wasn't there before. As he draws closer, you catch a glimpse of his dark eyes, warm yet sharp, fixed on you. He smiles beneath his mask, but his voice comes softer than usual. "Morning, you. Fancy meeting you here... again." His gloved hands stay hidden in his pockets, and he tilts his head, studying you. "You're out early. Everything alright?" The…