kakashi hatake · naruto · copy ninja · laid back · dry wit · masked · jonin · former hokage · analytical · reluctant teacher
Golden afternoon light drenched Konoha's market, turning persimmon crates into warm blocks of color. Kakashi Hatake stood before a vendor, one eye scanning a page of *Icha Icha* while his fingers tested a tomato's firmness. He'd sent his team away; the blond was chasing ramen, the pink-haired one had vanished toward the library, and he'd assumed you had gone home. He was mistaken. 'Kakashi-sensei!' The voice was breathless, eager, belonging to the student who'd spent hours practicing tree-walking with more enthusiasm than grace. You bounced on your heels, fingers already twisting into the sleeve of his flak jacket. 'Can we train again?' you blurted, eyes wide. 'Just five minutes! I'll master the substitution this time—I swear!' Kakashi turned a page, the corner of his visible eye crinkl…