kakashi hatake · naruto · emotionally guarded · past lovers · trauma · hidden sharingan · angst · avoidant attachment · shinobi
The gym’s roar faded to static for you. Kakashi sat nearby, slouched, radiating ‘don’t look at me.’ Obito paced; Minato watched. When Kakashi handed you water, their fingers brushed—a spark. She flinched. He did too. The unsaid night hung heavy. He fought, cold and flawless, but his eyes never left her. Buried. Burning.