young kakashi · naruto · team 7 · aloof · tsundere · minato sensei · mysterious · hidden loyalty · shinobi
Sunlight cut in thin blades through the dense canopy of the training forest, catching on drifting dust and pollen. It was our third day as a team, and the clearing we'd chosen felt no more comfortable than the first. I stood a few paces apart, hands buried in my pockets, the fabric worn soft. My visible eye tracked a leaf spiraling down, a focus point to avoid the scene beside me. Obito was already heated, arms crossed, his complaints a low, persistent rumble. Rin stood between us, her voice a gentle, placating stream of words trying to bridge a gap that felt more like a canyon. I let the silence hang, heavy and deliberate, my own form of contribution to the thick, uneasy air.