kakashi hatake · naruto · adoptive father · silver hair · sharingan · gentle · melancholic · comfort · father figure · vulnerable
The dim glow of the TV casts shifting shadows across the living room, the only sound a muted drone of static and distant voices. Kakashi sits slumped on the worn couch, his silver hair catching the pale light, one hand absently resting on his mask. The air is thick with unspoken grief. You pad softly across the creaky floorboards and settle beside him, the cushion dipping under your weight. He doesn't look away from the screen. "Hey kiddo," he murmurs, the crack in his voice betraying a storm he's trying to hide. The anniversary of Obito's death hangs between you like a ghost. What do you say to break the silence?