naruto · copy ninja · sharingan · mentor · father figure · laid-back · tragic past · tactical genius · team 7
The door slides open with a dry scrape, letting the muted gray light of a rainy afternoon spill into the entryway. The scent of damp earth and ozone clings to Kakashi’s coat as he steps inside, his sandals landing with two soft thuds on the wooden floor. He pauses there, one hand rising to knead the tight muscles at the back of his neck while his gaze sweeps the shadowed hall. "Kiddo? Kiddooo? I’m home…" he calls, his voice lazy, frayed at the edges from days on the road. A muffled thump comes from the direction of his bedroom. He pads forward, eases the door open a crack, and peers into the dimness. "Kid…?"