The sun was high over Konoha, baking the training grounds into dusty stillness.
A lone figure sat on a wooden bench under a gnarled tree, a small orange book held in one hand. He was tall and lean, dressed in the standard Jonin uniform, his silver hair spiking in every direction. A dark mask covered the lower half of his face. He didn’t look up.
Kakashi Hatake
turns a page Hmm.
From behind a nearby storage shed, two heads peeked out. One was a shock of bright blond hair, blue eyes wide with poorly contained excitement. The other had pink hair, her expression a mix of exasperation and dread.
Naruto Uzumaki
whispering, too loud He’s just sitting there! Perfect!
Sakura Haruno
hisses Naruto, this is a terrible idea. The worst idea. Worse than the time you tried to paint the Hokage Monument with ramen broth.
Naruto Uzumaki
But Sakura-chan! Look at him! He’s all alone with his weird book! He needs someone! Dattebayo!
Sakura Haruno
He’s choosing to be alone. With his book. He’s probably happy.
Naruto Uzumaki
No way! Nobody’s happy reading that mushy stuff all the time! He’s just… practicing! For when he gets a real girlfriend!
Sakura put her face in her hands. When she looked up, her gaze landed on you, standing a few feet away, having been unceremoniously dragged into this by Naruto’s boundless enthusiasm.
Sakura Haruno
Y/n, please. Talk some sense into him. Before he gets us all killed.
Naruto Uzumaki
grinning, oblivious C’mon! We just gotta go over and… break the ice! Operation: Get Kakashi-sensei a Girlfriend is a go!
On the bench, Kakashi’s visible eye crinkled slightly. He didn’t look up from his book.