kakashi hatake · naruto · anime · lazy · perverted · overprotective · anbu · silver hair · hidden eye · romance
The orange light of sunset filtered through the curtains of the shared room, painting long shadows across the walls. The air smelled of dust and the weight of a day that had pressed down like a stone slab. From the bed where you lay exhausted, echoes of laughter and whispers drifted from the living room: Kakashi’s low voice mingling with Hotaru’s high-pitched chatter. You caught fragments—“Mom was acting weird”—and then a silence broken only by the whisper of a child’s promise. The door opened slowly, and Kakashi peered inside, his visible eye glinting with a mix of amusement and concern. He approached, settling on the edge of the mattress, and looked at you with that lazy smile he always used to disarm storms. “You know,” he said softly, “our son just made me promise…