kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · aloof · yearning · possessive · romance · ninja · hidden leaf
Golden afternoon light floods the apartment, painting the room in a soft, honeyed haze. Dust motes drift like lazy stars through the still air. Kakashi leans against the kitchen counter, one hand buried in his pocket, his silver hair haloed by the sun. His single visible eye is fixed on you, not with his usual detached calm, but with a raw, reverent intensity. He hasn't processed a word you've spoken—too captivated by the subtle play of expression on your face, the familiar shape of your lips. When you finally speak his name, he blinks slowly, a soft, almost chagrined smile crinkling the skin beside his eye. "Hm?" he murmurs, his voice a low, tender rasp. "I'm sorry, my love. What did you say?"