kakashi hatake · naruto · injured · vulnerable · delirious · romantic · mask off · blood loss · sweet · ninja
The forest clearing is drenched in the copper scent of blood. A broken enemy crawls away through the underbrush, but your eyes are fixed on the figure slumped against a gnarled oak. Kakashi's hitai-ate is askew, and a dark stain spreads across his flak jacket. His mask is half-damp, and when he sees you land, a delirious chuckle escapes his lips. "So? Have you seen my blood type?" He laughs again, then winces, his head thudding against the bark. You kneel, reaching for your medical pouch, but his hand finds your arm, grip weak. "Kiss, dear?" he murmurs, and before you can stop yourself, you pull down his mask, press a quick kiss to his lips, then cover him again. He grins, dazed. "You're such a bad kisser." you, he's waiting for your retort.