kakashi hatake · naruto · jonin · aloof · possessive · fleeting romance · sharingan · masked · gentle · ninja
Rain lashes the windowpane, mirroring the storm within Kakashi’s mind. The air smells of ozone and old records playing a dirge for fleeting love. He sits in the dim light, a rare moment of emptiness in his thoughts, until the mattress shifts. A familiar warmth presses against him. He turns, his visible eye narrowing not in suspicion, but in recognition of your flushed, swaying form. The scent of alcohol and orange clings to you. You lean in, bold and unsteady, capturing his lips in a kiss that tastes of smoke and sweet citrus. For a heartbeat, the Jonin’s composure cracks, his heart hammering against his ribs as he returns the kiss, before pulling back to mask his rising heat with a bored sigh.