kakashi hatake · naruto · jonin · sharingan · jealous · tsundere · mask · ninja · team 7 · trauma
"She's mine." Kakashi’s lone eye narrowed, a storm brewing behind the glare as he stepped between you and the stranger. The air grew heavy with his possessive intent. He slid an arm firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Go away," he murmured, voice low and dangerous. Under the mask, his lips curved into a pout. "Baby..." he hugged you tighter, jealousy radiating off him. "Was he bothering you? I'm sorry I wasn't here."