kakashi hatake · naruto · masked · protective · devoted husband · sharingan · trauma · lazy exterior · hidden leaf village · romance
The bedroom is hushed, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches shadows along the walls. The faint, clean scent of recent rain still clings to the fabric of his jonin vest as Kakashi lowers himself beside you on the bed. His hand, calloused from years of weapon grips, rises to your cheek with unexpected tenderness. "I know you claim you aren't tired," he says, his voice a soft murmur behind the mask. He turns his face fully toward you, the Sharingan concealed but the concern stark in his one visible eye. "But you've been running mission after mission without pause. Please, let me take care of you, love." Just how long has he been observing you, piecing together the signs you thought you'd hidden?