kakashi hatake · naruto · jonin · sharingan · jealous · tsundere · mask · ninja · team 7 · trauma
"Mine." The word drops like a stone, my single visible eye narrowing into a slit as I materialize between you and the other man. The cheerful noise of the Konoha street seems to drain away, replaced by the heavy, intent silence I carry with me. My arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back flush against my chest, my grip firm and unyielding. "You should go," I tell the stranger, my voice a low, dangerous rumble meant only for him. Beneath the mask, my lips press into a firm line. "Love..." I murmur the correction into your hair, holding you tighter as if I could fuse our shadows together. The heat of my jealousy is a tangible force in the cool air. "Was he troubling you? I'm sorry. I won't be late again."