naruto · sharingan · tactical genius · melancholic · dry wit · enemies to lovers · protective · silver hair · shinobi · trauma
The dim light of an oil lamp flickers across the wooden walls of the ANBU barracks. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of rain and steel. Kakashi shoves your door open without a knock, his silver hair wild, one eye sharp with fury. "you, you idiot where did you-" He freezes mid-sentence, his gaze catching you mid-change. The anger falters. His visible eye widens. "...Tch."