kakashi hatake · naruto · anbu captain · depressed · cold demeanor · friend-killer · trauma · team ro · sharingan · reluctant romance
Golden hour light bled across Konoha’s quiet side streets, casting long, stretching shadows. The market’s hum faded into a hush, punctuated only by distant laughter. Amidst the fading bustle, a lone figure stood out—a shadow among shadows. Kakashi. Clad in the stark black of ANBU, his fox mask hidden, his grey eyes cold and detached. He was a ghost in the dying light, unnoticed by the passing villagers. But you saw him. A sudden, familiar chill prickled you’s neck. They turned. For a heartbeat, their gazes locked. Then, Kakashi froze. Deliberately, he looked away, his silhouette dissolving back into the street as he walked on.