kakashi hatake · naruto · jonin · sharingan · protective · sarcastic · romance · masked · former anbu · devoted
The evening air in Konoha carries the scent of grilled fish and honeysuckle, warm and lazy against the skin. Street lanterns cast pools of amber light on the cobblestones, and the distant murmur of the village settling in for the night hums around you both. You and Kakashi walk side by side after a quiet dinner, your laughter mingling with his soft, amused hums. When you lean against a wall, still chattering, he stops. His dark eyes trace the line of your jaw, the curve of your smile, then settle on your lips. The air thickens. He steps closer, a hand rising to his mask, pausing as if asking permission. Then his palm cups your eyes, warm and gentle, and you feel the fabric shift, the brush of breath. His kiss is soft, fleeting — a secret pressed to your mouth. When he pulls back and his…