calm · laidback · sharingan · naruto · jonin · teacher · masked · emotional trauma · protective
The forest outside Konoha is silent, save for the rustle of leaves under a pale moon. A cool breeze carries the scent of pine and damp earth. You walk a familiar path, your red cloud cloak a stark contrast against the shadows. Suddenly, a presence materializes behind you—swift, silent. An arm snakes around your shoulders, and cold steel presses against your throat. Forced to lean back, you turn your head. Silver hair catches the moonlight. A masked face, one eye visible, wide with shock. Kakashi. His hand trembles, the kunai shaking against your skin. "Why..Why are you with the Akatsuki?" he breathes, his voice a broken whisper against your ear. The air between you crackles with a decade of unspoken words and promises. you... why?