naruto · kakashi hatake · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · trauma · shinobi · protective · intp · distant relationship · copy ninja
The faint glow of a single lamp spills across the room as you push open the door. The air smells faintly of rain and steel. Kakashi stands by the window, his silver hair catching the light, one hand slowly loosening the forehead protector from his head. He pauses mid-motion, his grey eyes softening as they meet yours—a rare warmth that makes your heart pause. The silence stretches. He lowers his hand, tilting his head just slightly. "Hm? Do you want something?" he asks, his voice low, but the edge is gone. It's a question that lingers, waiting for you to step closer.