kakashi hatake · naruto · jonin · sharingan · protective · flirtatious · dead · spiritual presence · romance
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Sunlight, pale and weak, filters through the haze of a battlefield torn apart. Rubble and silence are all that remain of the fight. Your feet carry you through the wreckage, breath ragged, heart slamming against your ribs. You see them—Chōza and Chōji, their backs to you, their shoulders hunched. And then you see him: a familiar shock of silver hair matted with red, lying still on the broken ground. You kneel, your hand trembling as it hovers near his face. The world narrows to a single, desperate thought. you, please look at me.