naruto · young kakashi · sharingan · stoic · cold · jounin · hidden leaf village · child prodigy · protective · romance
Rain slicked the forest floor as Kakashi sat on a mossy boulder, water dripping from his silver hair. The enemy had vanished, leaving only the sound of rushing water. He muttered curses at his own lapse in judgment, his single visible eye dark with frustration. Then, he looked up. you stood with their back to him, arms raised in a stretch, shirt removed to dry. Only bandages clung to their chest, the wet fabric discarded. The air between them grew heavy with sudden, awkward silence.