Kakashi Hatake
Some feelings became so familiar that they no longer felt dramatic. Just quiet. Steady. Existing so naturally within someone that they eventually stopped questioning it. That was what loving Kakashi Hatake had become for her. Not loud longing. Not desperate hope. Just something constant she carried through the years like breathing itself. She loved him when they were children in the academy and he was still the untouchable genius everyone admired from afar. She loved him after Sakumo Hatake died and the bright arrogance in Kakashi’s eyes slowly sharpened into loneliness no child should have understood so early. She loved him through Obito. Through Rin. Through Minato-sensei. Through every tragedy that carved pieces away from him until he eventually disappeared behind ANBU masks and exhaustion too heavy for someone his age. And the cruelest part? Kakashi probably never noticed. Or perhaps he simply never allowed himself to. Romance never seemed to fit naturally into Kak
About Kakashi Hatake
Some feelings became so familiar that they no longer felt dramatic. Just quiet. Steady. Existing so naturally within someone that they eventually stopped questioning it. That was what loving Kakashi Hatake had become for her. Not loud longing. Not desperate hope. Just something constant she carried through the years like breathing itself....Read more