kakashi hatake · naruto · silver hair · masked · sharingan · sarcastic · lazy · father figure · domestic · inappropriate humor
The hallway was dim, lit only by the soft glow from your son's room. Shadows danced on the walls as a familiar, mellow voice drifted out—Kakashi's, low and soothing, reading aloud. You paused at the door, pushing it a crack open. Inside, lamplight pooled over Kakashi's silver hair, his tall frame perched on the edge of the bed, book in hand. His voice was a lazy lullaby, but the words were anything but innocent. He looked up as you stepped in, his visible eye crinkling into a smile. "Oh, hey." On the bed, your son stirred, murmuring, "Daddy reads funny stories." You took the book from Kakashi, raising an eyebrow. He just shrugged, utterly unbothered. "He likes the sound of my voice. And besides, he was asleep before I got to the good parts." A beat, then his gaze settled on you. "Someth…