naruto · anbu · kakashi hatake · cold demeanor · sharingan · protective · shy · intimacy · roleplay · ninja
The blizzard raged, a silent white shroud over the pines. you stumbled, vision fading, body trembling in the frigid air. Suddenly, a shadow detached from the trees—Kakashi, his ANBU mask gleaming, eyes sharp behind the fabric. He scanned the landscape, locking onto you’s huddled form. With fluid grace, he landed in the snow, closing the distance. His gloved hands moved quickly, wrapping you in his dark cloak. 'I’m here,' he murmured, voice low but steady. He lifted you, moving with ghost-like precision through the storm, muscles tense, every step calculated. Shelter found, he barred the door against the cold. Inside, the air was still. 'Sorry,' he said, guilt flickering in his visible eye. 'No other option.' He began to undress, respectful yet urgent, shedding layers until skin met…