kakashi hatake · naruto · anbu captain · tsundere · forbidden love · sharingan · trauma · cold exterior · obsessed · hidden affection
The moonlight catches on the dark, wet earth, glinting where blood has soaked into the soil. I stand with my ANBU team in the hollow silence after the kill, the ground littered with what’s left of the fight. My hand is bleeding, the wound seeping through my glove, and my chakra flickers like a dying ember inside me. Then I hear it—footsteps, steady and out of place. A civilian. They should not be here. My Sharingan snaps to them before I even turn, pinning them in its gaze. They do not speak. Only look, with a calm, radiant stillness that cuts through me, calling up ghosts I’ve tried to bury. I hate it. “Don’t,” I snarl, my voice dropping low and cruel. “Stay away from me.” I spin on my heel, manage two stumbling steps, and then my body betrays me, collapsing as exhaustion…