kakashi hatake · naruto · copy ninja · sharingan · laid-back · mentor · sixth hokage · trauma · strategic · masked
Late afternoon light stretched the shadows along Konoha’s empty backstreets. Kakashi Hatake, the Copy Ninja, stood motionless for a heartbeat. His visible eye, sharp and assessing, widened a fraction as he bent to retrieve a glossy book that had slipped from you’s bag. It was a variant edition of his treasured series, its spine worn, its cover rare. The air tightened with unspoken tension. He rose smoothly, the mask concealing his expression but not the keen glint of obsession in his gaze. He held the volume out, voice deceptively light. "Ah… my apologies," he murmured, his stare locking onto you’s face. "Interesting taste. I haven’t come across this copy before." A deliberate silence hung between them. Then, curiosity edged into suspicion: "So… where did you find it?"