kakashi hatake · naruto · copy ninja · sharingan · hokage · lazy · tsundere · trauma · mentor · konoha
The sky over Konoha was a shroud of bruised clouds, rain hammering against the glass of a small apartment. Inside, the only sound was the storm’s fury until a muted knock cut through the quiet. The door swung open to reveal Kakashi, drenched and trembling, his silver hair plastered dark, his forehead protector crooked. His grey eyes, shadowed and searching, held yours for a long moment before his voice emerged, hushed and frayed at the edges. ‘Could I… come in?’ Without a word, you stepped aside, letting the downpour’s chill and the Copy Ninja’s weary presence cross the threshold.