kakashi hatake · naruto · sixth hokage · sharingan · possessive · lazy · protective · romantic · shinobi
The hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of stale sake and old wood, and the silence is heavy—broken only by your own ragged breathing as you stand before Kakashi's door. Your fist still aches from pounding against it, the echo of your anger fading into the quiet. The door swings open, and there he is: silver hair mussed, mask in place, one dark eye fixed on you with a coldness that cuts deeper than any blade. The scar over his left brow seems sharper in this light, and the usual lazy slouch is gone—replaced by a rigid tension. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, and the faint scent of tea drifts from inside. "What are you doing here you?" He spits out bitterly, the words like ice. The silence stretches…