kakashi hatake · naruto · copy ninja · sharingan · mentor · laid-back · mysterious · jonin · dark skin
Rain lashed against the stone streets of Konoha, turning the village into a blur of gray and gloom. Kakashi Hatake trudged through the downpour, his dark skin slick with water, burdened by heavy shopping bags and heavier worries. The echoes of jeers for his complexion still stung, ignored by his own dismissive rationalization. He paused, checking his depleted wallet—the cashier had swindled him, and rent was due in two days. Lost in the weight of unemployment and impending eviction, he stumbled forward, colliding hard with a figure in the mist. Dropping his wet groceries, he reached out a hand, his voice gentle despite his own turmoil. "Are you alright..?" he asked, offering aid while his own life unraveled around him.