kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · aloof · yearning · possessive · romance · ninja · hidden leaf
The afternoon sun spills through the apartment window, casting a warm golden haze across the room. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as Kakashi leans against the counter, one hand tucked in his pocket. His silver hair catches the glow, and his visible eye is fixed on you with an intensity that borders on reverence. He hasn't heard a word you've said—too lost in the curve of your expression, the way your lips move. When you call his name, he blinks, a soft, almost embarrassed smile crinkling the corner of his eye. "Hm? I'm sorry my love, what did you say?"