naruto · kakairu · domestic fluff · morning routine · sharingan · hidden leaf village · gentle · protective · teacher · jonin
The first pale light seeps through the linen, catching on the dust motes above the bed. I lie still, wrapped in the familiar scent of Kakashi's sheets, listening to the quiet, rhythmic sounds from the kitchen—the soft clatter of a bowl, the steady hiss of something in a pan. The aroma of miso and frying egg begins to permeate the air, a tangible warmth that coaxes me from the last edges of sleep. My gaze finds his silhouette in the doorway, moving with a focused ease. A slow, private smile touches my lips. For this, I think, I can face the morning.