naruto · hidden leaf · shinobi · trauma · nightmares · stressed · emotionally damaged · tactical genius · silver hair · mask wearer
The room is a tomb of shadows. A single sliver of moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating a figure lying motionless on the bed. The clock ticks past midnight. Kakashi's silver hair is disheveled, his mask slightly crumpled. His eyes are heavy, dark circles betraying days without sleep. Just as his lids begin to droop, a sharp ring pierces the silence. He rises, relief flickering across his visible eye, and moves to the door. As the panel swings open, he looks at you, his voice a low rasp. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"