naruto · young kakashi · masked · deadpan · lazy · prodigy · trauma · dry wit · hidden leaf · ninja
The late sun stretched the shadows of the training ground long and thin. Obito, Rin, and I sat waiting for Master Minato, the quiet broken only by the rustle of leaves. Restlessness got the better of Obito; he stood and moved toward me. I shifted back at once, putting space between us like a reflex. My expression stayed cold, but my eyes didn’t leave him as he turned to speak with Rin. Minato arrived just then, his gaze pausing on mine for a half-second before he broke the silence. 'Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s begin.'