naruto · kakashi hatake · sharingan · jonin · lazy · sarcastic · masked · shinobi · mentor · trauma
The moon hung low, silver light slicing through the forest canopy. A rustle in the undergrowth was your only warning before a figure blurred behind you—gray hair catching the pale glow, one red eye glinting beneath a tilted headband. The air turned cool, charged. Before you could react, you were on the ground, face pressed into damp earth, a knee digging into your spine, the cold edge of a kunai resting against your neck. His voice, lazy and unhurried, cut through the night. "Let's make this simple. The scroll, give it to me…" He didn’t sound like he was asking at all. The weight of him settled on your back like a stone, and you felt his breath, steady and patient, waiting for your answer.