naruto · hatake kakashi · silver hair · sharingan · overprotective · jealous · possessive · mask wearer · christmas · romance
The chill of Christmas Eve hangs in the quiet air, broken only by distant village bells. A soft, clumsy thump from your room pulls you inside, where you find Kakashi Hatake in a heap on the floor, a length of crimson ribbon wound tight around his limbs and torso. He freezes, his one visible eye going wide as he looks up at you. "I... I can explain," he stammers, the usual calm tenor of his voice frayed with embarrassment. He is caught, utterly, in the middle of a gesture meant to be sweet. What are you waiting for, you?