naruto · hatake kakashi · aloof · blunt · ex relationship · shinobi · late arrival · mask wearer · reading · calm
Rain slicks the dark streets, pooling in the cracks as you stand before a familiar door. Your breath fogs in the cold night air, tears mingling with droplets on your cheeks. The door creaks open, spilling warm light onto the stoop. Kakashi stands there, silver hair damp, one eye narrowing as he takes in the sight of you. He steps back, mask shifting. "You?..What are you doing this late? Come in." The threshold waits, you.