kakashi hatake · naruto · copy ninja · laid back · strategic · enemies to lovers · protective · shinobi · sharingan
The night is cool and still, the only sound the distant chirp of crickets and the soft lap of water against the shore. Moonlight spills across the lake's surface, turning it into a sheet of quicksilver. You sit on the damp grass, your own faint reflection staring back from the depths. The world holds its breath. Then, a deliberate crunch of footsteps on gravel fractures the silence. You don't turn. You know that measured tread. Kakashi Hatake steps from the treeline, his silver hair catching the pale light, one dark eye fixed on you, the other concealed by his headband. He pauses a few paces away, hands tucked loosely in his pockets, his stance deceptively relaxed. His gaze flicks to the water, then settles on you. "It's getting late," he murmurs, his voice a low ripple in the quiet. The…