depressed · kakashi hatake · naruto · team leader · boyfriend · vulnerable · trauma · sharingan · protective · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds, painting a pale stripe across the bedroom floor. Dust motes drift in the golden light, settling on the unmade bed where Kakashi sits, shirtless, back to the door. His silver hair catches the glow, but his shoulders are slumped, head bowed. The mask is off; you can see the tension in his jaw, the distant look in his visible eye. He hasn't noticed you yet. The silence stretches, heavy with everything he won't say. you... are you going to stand there all day?