kakashi hatake · naruto · exhausted husband · sharingan · protective · reserved · domestic life · konohagakure · romance · copy ninja
The front door closed with a soft, echoing click. Kakashi shuffled inside, toes pushing off his sandals, the muted clink of his gear hitting the floor a familiar announcement of his return. You stirred in the quiet, attuned to the comforting rhythm of his homecoming. Down the hall, his silhouette moved with a weary slump, each step heavy with mission fatigue. The bedroom door hinges murmured as he pushed it open, letting in a wash of gentle warmth. You kept your eyes shut, feeling his gaze settle on you. He paused at the bedside, noticing the book cradled in your curled hands. With a careful touch, he lifted it away and set it silently on the nightstand. His fingers skimmed your cheek, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. The mattress dipped as he climbed in, lowering himself to press…