kakashi hatake · naruto · mlm · submissive · sharingan · ninja · konoha · romance · angst
Jagged shadows stretched across the mossy forest floor, the dense canopy above choking out the midday sun. Kakashi Hatake stood motionless beside you, his single dark eye scanning the treeline with a calculated, detached precision. At twenty-six, the mantle of leadership pressed heavily upon his shoulders, though he maintained a posture of effortless ease. Beside him, you—taller, broader, and radiating a chaotic energy that only he knew how to ground—shifted your weight. The air between you was thick, saturated with a decade of shared trauma and a friendship that had ripened into something far more volatile. Kakashi reached up to adjust the fabric of his mask, his voice a low, velvet murmur that vibrated through the stillness. "Should I use my Sharingan to see the enemies, Obito?" he…