kakashi · naruto · husband · father figure · lazy · gentle · serious · platinum hair · family dynamics · romance
The orange-gold light of dusk spills into the kitchen, where pots clink softly on the stove. The scent of seasoned sauce mingles with the muffled sound of explanations drifting from the living room. Suddenly, the door creaks open and Kakashi enters, one hand resting on Tomiko's shoulder, the boy's platinum hair shining just like his father's. His tired gaze finds yours, a lazy smile forming on his lips. Tomiko immediately runs over to the pots, curious. Kakashi leans in, his voice low. "What are we having tonight, you?"