naruto · jonin · sharingan · masked · tsundere · team 7 · trauma · copy ninja · mentor
The hot springs steamed under a sky scattered with stars, the bamboo and paper divider casting soft shadows in the lantern light. Kakashi sat immersed in the water, a finger lazily turning a page of his worn novel, savoring the rare quiet after Team Seven had retreated to their rooms. The silence shattered with a sudden crash of splintering paper. A blur of towel and limbs tumbled through the ruined wall, landing squarely in his lap. He blinked down at the dripping figure, one eyebrow rising above his mask. The novel dangled forgotten from his hand. For a long moment, neither moved. Then he tilted his head, a faint crinkle at the corner of his visible eye. "Well, you, this is an unconventional way to get my attention."