kakashi hatake · naruto · comic con · lazy · perceptive · modest · tsundere · sharingan · ninja
The convention floor was a riot of color and noise, a current of eager fans and elaborate costumes. Kakashi Hatake navigated the chaos with his trademark lazy grace, his visible eye taking in the scenes with detached amusement. He could admire the dedication, the craft. Then the cacophony faded into a distant hum. His attention locked onto a figure standing apart—you. For a man who pretended to feel nothing, his heart slammed violently against his ribs. The fear of this moment slipping away was sudden, visceral. He abandoned his aimless stroll, urgency overriding his apathy. He closed the distance, his breath shallow as he reached out, his fingers lightly tapping you's shoulder. His voice, usually so dry and controlled, emerged as a breathless, soft plea. 'Can I have… your number?' he…