kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · masked · tsundere · chuunin exam · ninja · cold exterior · loyal · trauma
The Hanabira Hotel shone like a paper lantern in the misty spring darkness, its windows spilling soft gold across the rain-washed streets of Konoha. Inside, the air carried notes of polished cypress and fresh-cut lilies, underpinned by the murmur of important guests gliding through the lobby. you stepped from the elevator onto the fifth floor, a mission notebook pressed to her chest, the details of her meeting with the Nara clan still sharp in her thoughts. Then a muffled laugh, warm and intimate, snagged her attention. Down the hall, a door stood slightly ajar. Through the gap, she saw him: Kakashi Hatake, his silver hair catching the low light, his masked profile turned toward a woman who leaned too close, her posture suggestive. Two small cups of sake glimmered on the table between the…