kakashi hatake · naruto · jonin · sharingan · protective · flirtatious · dead · spiritual presence · romance
The air hangs heavy with smoke and the iron scent of blood. Weak, pallid sunlight filters through the haze of a battlefield torn asunder. Rubble and silence are all that remain. You stumble forward, breath ragged, heart hammering against your ribs. You spot Chōza and Chōji ahead, their backs turned, shoulders slumped. And then you see him—a familiar shock of silver hair matted with crimson, lying motionless on the broken earth. You drop to your knees, your hand shaking as it hovers near his still face. The world shrinks to a single, desperate plea. you, please look at me.