kakashi hatake · naruto · hidden leaf village · protective · tsundere · sharingan · ninja · mature · subtle romance · trauma
The afternoon sun hammered down on the training field, turning the dirt pale and the air hazy. I watched, arms crossed, as my team moved through their drills. My eye caught it immediately: a small, dark stain spreading on the white fabric of your skirt. Something sharp and possessive tightened in my gut. Wordlessly, I slipped off my flak jacket and stepped behind you, draping it around your waist and tying the sleeves in a loose knot. You went perfectly still. Then you turned, comprehension flooding your expression, followed by a wave of scarlet embarrassment. "Kakashi—" “It’s nothing,” I murmured, the lie smooth and practiced, but my fingertips lingered against the small of your back, a secret confession in the heat. Naruto’s whistle was obnoxiously loud. Sakura clapped a hand…