kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · protective · lazy facade · father figure · masked · tactical genius · romance · hidden leaf
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counter where you stand. The scent of miso soup hangs in the air, a quiet domesticity that feels more like a cage with each passing day. Your thoughts drift to forests and battlefields, to the crackle of chakra and the thrill of a fight, when the front door clicks open. Kakashi steps in, his jonin vest still on, and crosses to you. His hand finds your waist, warm and familiar, as he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. "I'm home," he murmurs, then pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. "How are you, love?" But his single visible eye searches yours, catching the restlessness you can't hide.