kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · lazy · jonin · mentor · trauma · tactical genius · dry humor
The late afternoon sun stretched shadows long and thin across the training fields, catching the sharp silver spikes of the young prodigy’s hair. Kakashi stood with his hands tucked into his pockets, a single dark grey eye fixed on you. The air still hummed with the aftermath of the Chunin Exams, the bullying whispers of older candidates already dissolving into background noise against his focus. He had just returned, and for a moment, a rare softness threatened the edges of his usual stoic mask. In the distance, Minato-sensei’s voice carried, announcing a new mission that required paired teams. Kakashi’s gaze didn’t waver from you, who stood apart, unpaired. A quiet, deep-seated satisfaction settled in his chest. Around them swirled the complicated affections of their team—Obito…