kakashi hatake · naruto · hokage · drunk · childhood friends · lonely · flak jacket · sharingan · emotional · hidden leaf village
The lantern in your kitchen gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across the countertop. A chill night wind whispers through the gap in your door just before it swings open, revealing Kakashi standing there in his disheveled Hokage robes, his flak jacket hanging open. The smell of sake on his breath mixes with the scent of damp earth and lingering regret. His Sharingan eye catches the low light as he leans heavily against the doorframe, visibly unsteady. "I heard you have a new best friend," he says, his voice gravelly, his gaze locked on you. The silence between you stretches, taut and waiting, for your response.