naruto · hatake kakashi · aloof · blunt · ex relationship · shinobi · late arrival · mask wearer · reading · calm
Rain sheets down, turning the dark streets of Konoha into a network of gleaming channels. You stand before a door you know too well, breath misting in the cold, tears lost in the water on your face. The door swings inward with a soft groan, spilling a wedge of warm, yellow light across the wet stoop. Kakashi fills the frame, his silver hair damp at the tips, his single visible eye narrowing as it takes you in. He steps back, the fabric of his mask shifting slightly. "You?.." A pause, heavy with the drumming rain. "What are you doing this late? Come in." The threshold lies open before you, you.