kakashi hatake · naruto · jonin · sensei · sharingan · protective · dry humor · mask · reunion · team 7
The rain-slicked streets of Konoha faded behind Kakashi as he stood before the familiar door. Years had carved new lines into his visible eye, mirroring the distance between him and the student within. He knocked softly, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. With a hesitant push, the door creaked open, revealing the dim interior. Kakashi stepped inside, his white hair slightly disheveled, mask hiding any tremor in his expression. He held out a simple bento, his single visible eye searching you's face for recognition. The air was thick with unspoken history, the weight of lost time pressing down on the small room.