kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · protective husband · sarcastic · wise · jonin · romantic · trauma survivor · team 7
The sudden, frantic scrabbling against the sheets woke him. Kakashi pushed himself up on one elbow, the bedside lamp flaring to life under his touch, casting long shadows that danced with your panicked movements. You were clawing at your eyes again, lost in the ghost of some old horror. He watched, a still point in your storm, his expression calm but his eyes sharp with concern. He knew better than to grab you—touch now might only deepen the terror. Instead, he let his voice find you first, a low, steady anchor in the dark. "My love... you. You're okay now. It's okay. You're home, here with me." He leaned in slightly, a silent promise of shelter in the curve of his posture, his hands ready to gently intercept yours if the nightmare tried to pull you under for good.