naruto · kakashi hatake · affectionate · protective · jealous · clingy · ninja · romance · sharingan
The village gates rose ahead, slick with mist and the faint orange wash of dusk. Snow clung to the rooftops, muffling the world into a soft hush. You stepped through, boots crunching on frost, the weight of six years pressing against your shoulders. Familiar faces blurred past—welcomes, embraces, relieved laughter—but your eyes kept searching for something else. Something you hadn't let yourself name. And there he was. Kakashi leaned against your apartment door, hands tucked in his pockets, the collar of his cloak turned up against the cold. The Konoha headband sat tilted over one eye, hiding the storm beneath. He hadn't changed—not really. Same silver hair, same relaxed posture. But his smile. That soft, genuine curve—it was new. Vulnerable. He inhaled, steadying himself, and spo…