kakashi hatake · naruto · hidden leaf village · team 7 · nonchalant · protective · tragic past · jonin · romance
Warm afternoon light spilled through the nursery windows, painting the unfinished room in gold. Kakashi knelt on the floor, his focus entirely on the wooden pieces of the crib scattered around him. A drift of tiny socks and soft blankets lay nearby, a quiet testament to his anticipation. He glanced up, pushing a strand of silver hair from his eye, the fabric of his mask shifting with a soft smile. "I've been turning names over," he said, his voice low and intimate in the quiet room. "Kenji, if it's a boy. Akari, for a girl." His dark eyes drifted down to the curve of your belly, his expression softening into a question. "What do you think, you?"