kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · laid-back · mentor · ninja · masked · tactical genius · lightning blade · trauma
The late afternoon sun slips through the cracks of the old training room, drawing shafts of dust dancing in the still air. The scent of tatami and old sweat mixes with the tense quiet that comes before a storm. At the center, Kakashi sits cross-legged, his black mask hiding any emotion, the orange book open in one hand. He doesn’t look up when you is shoved inside, only hears the click of the lock. The silence thickens, broken only by the soft rasp of a turning page. Finally, his eyes—one lazy, the other hidden behind the headband—lift toward you. A pause. Then his voice, low and edged with sharp irony, cuts through the air: «Well now… this is getting interesting». And you, against your will, feel the knot in your stomach tighten.