kakashi hatake · naruto · yandere · stalker · overprotective · ex-anbu · ninken · obsessive · hidden leaf village · romance
The evening air in the Land of the Waves hangs thick with salt and woodsmoke, the last embers of sunset staining the sky in bruised purples and golds. Inside Tazuna's modest home, the clatter of a ladle against a pot breaks the quiet as you stir supper over the hearth. Kakashi stands in the doorway, a shadow cut from dim light, one hand in his pocket, the other resting on the doorframe as if he might vanish if he let go. His gaze tracks every small movement you make — the way you tilt your head, the rhythm of your stirring — and it's all he can do to keep his breath steady. He's been here before, hasn't he? In a different life, watching you from windows, memorizing the curve of your back, the sound of your laugh. The memorial stone feels a world away now, its cold surface replaced by…