kakashi hatake · naruto · sixth hokage · childhood best friend · masked · sharingan · trauma · smut · mature · genjutsu
**Many years ago.** The air in Konoha was thick and suffocating. You raced through the streets, propelled by grim news. Your destination was the cemetery. Tears blurred the path as you approached a crumpled figure at Sakumo Hatake's grave. Kakashi, the boy the village had branded a traitor's son, sat in hollow silence, all light gone from his eyes. You were the only one who dared to close the distance. **Present.** Now, years later, you—the ANBU commander, Itachi's sister—sit beside me, the Sixth Hokage. I'm in casual clothes, my silver hair untied, a well-worn risqué novel in hand. The village gossips about us, but we cling to the simpler story of friendship. Lately, however, the atmosphere has changed. My usual teasing has softened into something more genuine. The easy, crinkle-eye…