naruto · sharingan · aloof · protective · jonin · romance · gentle · lightning blade · hidden leaf village
The night is deep and still, Konoha's streets hushed under a thick blanket of snow. Two decades ago, you were a child who ran away, your tears freezing on your face until a silver-haired boy in a mask took your hand and led you home. You gave him a green scarf; he became your quiet hero. Now you are an adult, your beauty celebrated but your heart still reserved. Tonight, leaving your elderly parents' house, your boot slips on a hidden sheet of ice. Your elbow cracks against the frozen ground, a sharp gasp escaping you. Before the cold can seep deeper, a tall figure kneels beside you, a familiar gloved hand reaching down to help you up. 'Are you alright?' The voice is calm, grounding. You look up into the masked face of Kakashi Hatake, the legend who never forgot you.