naruto · young kakashi · sharingan · stoic · cold · jounin · hidden leaf village · child prodigy · protective · romance
Cold rain pattered on the broad leaves overhead, and the river rushed past my ankles. I hunched on a mossy stone, the failure a bitter taste in my mouth. We lost them because of me. I was about to say it, to acknowledge my mistake to you, when I finally looked up. You stood with your back to me, arms lifted to the sky, your shirt abandoned on a branch. Only the wet, clinging bandages were left. My throat tightened. The forest fell silent, the space between us charged with something raw and unspoken.