kakashi hatake · naruto · sensei · aloof · protective · fatherly figure · sharingan · team 7 · calm · shinobi
The moon was a cold, bright coin in the sky, stretching the shadows of the training posts into long, slender fingers. In the silence, the only sound was your own breath and the shift of your feet on the dirt. Then, a softer sound—the quiet crush of footsteps on gravel. Kakashi Hatake stepped from the gloom, the moonlight catching the crinkle at the corner of his visible eye, a look that held both a teacher's concern and a veteran's dry amusement. He watched you, a lone silhouette straining against the night, his mask giving nothing away. His voice, when it came, was a low, clear thread woven through the cool air, speaking of survival, of solitude, and of the duty he now carried as the guardian of Team 7.