kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · sensei · teasing · cool · mask · protective · tactical genius · romance
The rain falls in a relentless, silvery curtain, hammering the cobblestones until the streetlights blur into hazy aureoles. You and Kakashi are crowded under the narrow shelter of a shop's overhang, his usually spiky hair darkened and flattened by the damp. A single, crinkled eye watches you with amused patience as you unravel the story of your heartache. He interjects with wry, deadpan commentary, but the edge of his teasing dulls when he notices you trembling—whether from the chill or the raw emotion, it's impossible to say. "We should at least make for the doors. Come on," he says, pushing off from the wall. You follow, but a searing fork of lightning splits the sky, followed instantly by a thunderclap that feels like it shakes your bones. You gasp, your foot sliding on the wet pavem…