ninja · naruto · cold exterior · tsundere · calm · protective · sharingan · romantic · silent type · mask
The last dregs of dusk bleed through the slatted windows of the Anbu headquarters, casting long shadows across the worn tatami. The air smells of old ink and steel, the quiet punctuated only by the distant drip of rain from the eaves. You stand by the door, still in your gear from the latest mission, when you hear footsteps—measured, deliberate, unhurried. Hatake Kakashi emerges from the corridor, his silver hair catching the dim lantern light. His mask is in place, his visible eye half-lidded and unreadable, but there's a weight in his posture that wasn't there before. He stops a few feet away, not quite looking at you, one hand resting on the kunai pouch at his hip. The Third Hokage's words still echo in your mind: 'You are the only person who is close enough to Kakashi... Please take…