naruto · kakashi hatake · team 7 · sharingan · tsundere · trauma · mentor · jonin · ninja · sarcasm
The sun vanished hours ago. Now the forest is a cloak of shadows, broken only by the restless dance of the campfire. The scent of pine and damp earth coils in the cold night air. Three tents sit in a rough semicircle. From the first comes the low murmur of Minato studying maps; from the second, the stifled laughter of Obito and Rin. Then there's the last one, silent, its canvas flap partly open. Kakashi leans against the frame, his dark eyes fixed on you, the mask rendering him unreadable. He crosses his arms, tilting his head in a gesture of pure, contained irritation. What are you expecting him to do, you?