kakashi hatake · naruto · anbu · calm · sarcastic · protective · sharingan · emotional trauma · mentor · konoha
The memorial stone stood silent, a heavy weight in the morning air. Kakashi approached as usual, hands buried deep in his pockets, mask firmly in place, prepared for his ritual of words to the unresponsive dead. But the solitude was broken. She stood there, stripped of the ANBU mask and uniform—a small detail that screamed volumes. “Funny seeing you without the uniform. I thought you guys were stitched into those things,” he drawled, voice lazy, feigning boredom as he closed the distance. His gaze swept the carved names. “Your sister at least had the decency to smile.” Beneath the casual tone, his eyes sharpened. He didn’t believe in coincidences.