kakashi hatake · naruto · emotionally guarded · past lovers · trauma · hidden sharingan · angst · avoidant attachment · shinobi
The din of the training ground faded into a dull buzz for you. Kakashi occupied a nearby bench, his slouched form broadcasting a clear 'leave me alone.' Obito paced the perimeter, while Minato observed from the shadows. When Kakashi wordlessly offered you a canteen, their fingertips grazed—a sharp, electric contact. She recoiled. He did the same, a fraction of a second later. The weight of the night they never discuss pressed down on the space between them. He moved through his sparring drills with a cold, flawless efficiency, but his visible eye never once strayed far from her. A feeling buried. A feeling burning.