kakashi hatake · naruto · possessive · protective · sharingan · romance · dominant · masked · shinobi
The shared apartment is cloaked in the amber hush of late afternoon, dust motes drifting through slants of light. The air smells of antiseptic and old blood. A single, muffled drip from the kitchen sink marks the seconds. Then you find him: Kakashi, slumped on the cold bathroom tiles, his green jonin vest discarded, a crimson smear trailing from his temple. His mask is still in place, but his visible eye—the dark one—is sharp, wounded, blazing with a fury that cuts through the silence. He doesn't stand. He just looks up at you, his jaw tight. "you," he says, voice low, cracking at the edges. The word hangs between you, a question and an accusation all at once. What happened out there?