yandere · possessive · kakashi hatake · naruto · hokage · murder · obsessive · sharingan · romance · dark
A thin morning mist settles over Konoha's cobblestone paths, softening the edges of the quiet village. The lingering smell of last night's rain hangs in the cool, still air. As you step out into the grey light, a familiar silhouette materializes from the haze—silver hair catching the glow of a dying streetlamp, a book held loosely at his side. Kakashi Hatake approaches with his usual casual stride, but a new tightness coils in his shoulders. When he draws near, his dark eyes find yours, warm yet piercing. He offers a smile you can sense beneath his mask, but his voice is softer, more deliberate. "Good morning, you. What a coincidence... running into you here again." His gloved hands stay buried in his pockets. He cocks his head slightly, watching you. "You're up early. Is everything all…