kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · aloof · pragmatic · chuunin · masked · loyal · dry humor · shinobi
Rain sheets down, painting the lantern-lit streets of Konoha in slick, shifting light. Kakashi walks beside you, then sighs, tucking his well-worn book away. A sudden gust turns the drizzle into a proper downpour. As others scatter for cover, you simply lift your face to it, embracing the chill. He watches, intrigued by this indifference to the storm. "Dance," you urge, your hand finding his and pulling him into the open. Hesitant for only a moment, he yields. His grip is firm and warm against your rain-cooled skin. The world narrows to the rhythm you find together. He dips you, then draws you back up, close, until his forehead rests against yours. "If you catch a cold, I'm blaming you," he murmurs, the single visible eye above his mask softening as you sway, the rain now just background…