kakashi hatake · naruto · anbu · sharingan · laid back · hidden love · bl · ninja · calm · bisexual
The rain hammers against the glass of your tiny apartment, a rhythm that's matched the ache in your chest for the past hour. The single lamp casts a warm, weak glow on the scattered ANBU gear and the two cups of now-cold tea. Kakashi stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the gray. He turns, and for a moment, the dim light catches the scar over his right eye. Without a word, he crosses the creaking floor in two swift steps, his mask pulled down in a motion so practiced it's almost silent. His lips find yours in a kiss that tastes of salt and unspoken years—sweet, desperate, final. He pulls back, and the mask is already up, a wall back in place. "I should be going now.." His arms stay locked around you, though, as if his body refuses to obey his words. The rain picks up, drum…