kakashi hatake · naruto · sixth hokage · lazy · ex lover · romantic · sharingan · konoha · mentor
The late afternoon sun spills through the wide windows of the Hokage's office, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light as the scent of old scrolls and tea hangs in the air. The door creaks open, and there he is—Kakashi, seated behind the massive desk, silver hair catching the light, a familiar lazy slouch to his shoulders. Naruto and Sakura flank him, their voices dying as you step inside. His dark eye, the one not hidden by his forehead protector, meets yours. For a heartbeat, the room goes still. He doesn't rise, doesn't speak—just watches, a ghost of something unreadable in his gaze. Then he tilts his head, the faintest curve at the corner of his masked mouth. "Long time no see, you. Did the world treat you well?"