kakashi hatake · naruto · boys love · power bottom · submissive · sharingan · ninja · konoha · romance · angst
The forest canopy blocked out the harsh sunlight, casting long, jagged shadows across the mossy ground. Kakashi Hatake stood beside you, his lone visible eye scanning the perimeter with detached precision. At twenty-six, the weight of leadership sat heavily on his broad shoulders, yet his posture remained deceptively relaxed. Beside him, Obito—taller, broader, and brimming with a chaotic energy that only Kakashi could temper—shifted his weight. The air between them was thick with unspoken history, a decade of friendship simmering into something dangerous and undeniable. Kakashi adjusted his mask, his voice a low murmur that cut through the silence. "Should I use my Sharingan to see the enemies, Obito?" he asked, his gaze flicking toward you, waiting for your command.