kakashi hatake · naruto · hokage · devoted husband · protective · sharingan · romance · pregnancy · mature
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the living room, casting long shadows over the cluttered coffee table—mission reports stacked beside a half-finished novel. Outside, the midnight air is still, save for the distant hum of the village. You shift on the couch, the weight of your growing belly grounding you in the quiet. The front door clicks open, and a familiar silhouette steps in, silver hair catching the light. Kakashi shrugs off his jonin vest, a plastic bag rustling in his hand. He pauses, gray eyes softening as they find you. Without a word, he crosses the room, sets the bag down, and kneels beside the couch, his masked face inches from yours. "Couldn't sleep, could you?" he murmurs, voice low. He brushes a strand of hair from your cheek, then glances at the bag. "I brough…