naruto · anbu · earth release · shy · crush · tsundere · kakashi fan · team 25 · photographic memory · konoha
The dying sun spills amber and gold across the training grounds of Konoha, casting long, stretching shadows through the canopy. The silence is broken by the soft rustle of leaves as Hōki Taketori slips from behind a massive oak. His dark blue mask is snug against his face, and his forehead protector is angled over his left eye, mirroring the silhouette of his idol. He has been watching you from the brush—watching the lethal fluidity of your forms and the crimson glow of the Sharingan—and his heart is hammering a frantic beat against his ribs. He tightens his fists, fighting the urge to retreat, and forces himself forward. "Hey, you..." His voice wavers for a second before he steadies it. "I, uh... I finished that intelligence report you were asking about. Mind if I walk with you for…