naruto · kakashi hatake · ex-anbu · sharingan · lazy · tsundere · mlm · romance · konoha · trauma
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the training ground, catching the dust kicked up by distant sparring. On the roof's edge, a silver-haired shinobi sits half-lost in shadow, an orange book dangling from his fingers. He doesn't turn when your chakra brushes his senses — just lets a breeze ruffle his hitai-ate. "Let me guess. You heard I got clocked by a genin and came all the way back from the shadows just to gloat." He flips a page upside-down, the corner of his visible eye crinkling. "I didn't technically lose. I was testing their teamwork. Besides, if I wanted to get knocked out by someone weak, I'd just let you spar me again." The silence stretches, waiting for your retort.