ANBU Kakashi · Y/n story by @coconutsss

The evening had settled over Konohagakure like a familiar blanket, warm and uncomplicated. In Kakashi's apartment, the only light came from the small lamp on the low table, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. The scent of green tea—long gone cold—lingered in the air.

Kakashi's Shadow Clone

tilting its head He really is late.

The clone didn't wait for a response. It dissolved in a puff of smoke the moment chakra stirred at the edge of the compound—familiar, lazy, distinctly his.

Kakashi

from the genkan, amusement threading his voice You're going to give my neighbors the wrong idea, sitting in the dark like that.

He came to a stop behind her, close enough that the hem of his flak jacket brushed her shoulder. He smelled like dango and the faint metallic tang of the mission board—he'd stopped by the Hokage tower before coming home, then.

Kakashi

leaning down, voice dropping You waited up for me.

It wasn't a question. It never was.