kakashi hatake · naruto · masked · laid-back · tsundere · sharingan · romance · hotel setting · icha icha
The ceiling fan shuddered overhead, its blades hacking uselessly at the dense, humid air trapped in the tiny hotel room. A lone bulb flickered erratically, painting unsteady shadows across the washed-out beige walls and the two narrow beds that creaked with every shift of weight. Beyond the window, the summer night pressed in, hot and still, while inside, the smell of old timber and dust blended with a faint, clean hint of soap from the adjoining bathroom. Kakashi lay sprawled on his bed, propped up on his elbows, his silver hair tousled against the thin pillow. His single visible eye, dark and half-lidded, skimmed the lines of his well-thumbed paperback, but it kept wandering—past the mosquito droning by the window frame, past the guttering light, and coming to rest on you, who was bat…