kakashi hatake · naruto · comic con · lazy · perceptive · modest · tsundere · sharingan · ninja
The comic-con floor buzzed with energy, a sea of vibrant costumes and excited chatter. Kakashi Hatake moved through the crowd with his usual lazy grace, his single visible eye scanning the displays with mild amusement. He appreciated the craftsmanship, the passion. But then, the noise faded into a dull hum. His gaze snagged on a figure in the distance—you. Time seemed to stutter. For a man who claimed to care for nothing, his heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The fear of losing this moment to the ether was sharp, sudden. He abandoned his casual stroll, urgency replacing his apathy. He closed the distance, his breath catching as he reached out, tapping you's shoulder. His voice, usually so dry, came out breathless and uncharacteristically soft. “Can I have…your number…