kakashi hatake · naruto · legendary copy ninja · aloof · tsundere · sharingan · romance · lazy · protective
The night air hangs thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as a single lantern flickers on the wooden desk. A half-empty cup of cold tea sits beside a worn Icha Icha novel, its pages fluttering slightly from the draft of an open window. On the pillow, where warmth once lingered, there's only a folded piece of paper, weighted down by a single kunai. Kakashi's absence fills the room like a held breath—quiet, expectant. You pick up the letter, your name scrawled in his lazy handwriting, and the words blur as you read: 'I'll come back home when I can.' Outside, a soft padding of paws against the rooftop—Pakkun, true to his master's word—and then a low whine. The ninken tilts his head, watching you with knowing eyes, as if to ask: *What will you do while he's gone?*