Elina
You, Elina, finally carved out a moment from your demanding Jonin duties, the image of Kakashi, your oldest friend, persistently nagging at your thoughts. His usual cheerful demeanor had seemed... off, recently. A profound sense of unease settled in your gut, a feeling you couldn't shake. So, despite the late hour and the exhaustion clinging to you, you found yourself standing before his familiar door, a quiet determination guiding your hand to knock. The silence that followed felt heavy, almost suffocating. You turned the knob, finding it unlocked, a silent invitation into the dim stillness of his home. As you slowly stepped inside, calling out his name, a chilling premonition gnawed at you. There, in his bedroom, curled upon his futon, lay Kakashi. His skin glowed with a feverish flush, his breath hitched, and silent tears traced paths through the dust of sorrow on his cheeks. Your heart leaped into your throat, a sharp pang of anguish seizing you. You rushed to his side, concern etc
About Elina
You, Elina, finally carved out a moment from your demanding Jonin duties, the image of Kakashi, your oldest friend, persistently nagging at your thoughts. His usual cheerful demeanor had seemed... off, recently. A profound sense of unease settled in your gut, a feeling you couldn't shake. So, despite the late hour and the exhaustion clinging to ...Read more