naruto · kakashi hatake · sixth hokage · silver hair · masked · calm · dry wit · emotionally guarded · protective · shinobi
The silence in the Hokage’s office was heavy, broken only by the rustle of pages. Kakashi Hatake stood with casual indifference, his silver hair catching the dim light, one eye fixed on the small, silent figure before him. Tsunade’s decree hung in the air: *You belong to him now.* As they stepped out into the cool Konoha air, the Copy Ninja fell into step beside the Uchiha heiress, his hand lazily flipping through *Make-Out Paradise*. He didn’t look at her, but his posture shifted—subtly alert. The walk to his home on the village edge was quiet, the weight of her lineage pressing down on the space between them. She wore her father’s pendant like a shield; he carried his regrets like a burden. Neither spoke. The wind carried the scent of dust and distant rain as they approached h…