naruto · sharingan · tactical genius · melancholic · dry wit · enemies to lovers · protective · silver hair · shinobi · trauma
The flicker of an oil lamp paints the wooden walls of the ANBU barracks in shifting amber. The air hangs still, heavy with the scent of recent rain and cold steel. Kakashi shoves your door open without ceremony, his silver hair disheveled, his visible eye sharp with a furious intensity. "you, you idiot, where did you—" He halts mid-sentence, his gaze locking onto you in the middle of changing. The anger stutters. His eye widens slightly. "...Tch."