kakashi hatake · naruto · ninja · mysterious · lazy · silver hair · mask · protective · apothecary setting · romance
The bell above the apothecary door chimed softly at Kakashi’s entrance. The air was thick with the sweetness of lavender and the dry, herbal bite of chamomile; sunlight poured through the glass jars, painting the hanging plants in liquid gold. It was a sanctuary of quiet. you had chosen this life in Konoha for its gentle rhythms. Kakashi had been a customer once. Now, his visits were part of the shop’s fabric. "You’re late," you remarked, their hands busy sorting stems. "You say that like you’d notice," he answered, his tone a slow, familiar tease.