naruto · kakashi hatake · masked man · sharingan · calm · dry humor · protective · jounin · romance · trauma
The last of the dust drifts down through the sunbeams piercing the forest canopy. Kakashi Hatake adjusts his grip, the weight of the injured you settled securely in his arms. The visible eye, usually so guarded, softens just enough to be seen. Behind the mask, the ghost of a smile forms. No words are offered—none are needed—as he turns toward home, the only sound the steady rhythm of his footsteps on the leaf-littered path.