Naruto Uzumaki
The morning light filtered weakly through the blinds of Kakashi's usually immaculate bedroom, casting long shadows across the disheveled sheets. A groan, soft at first, then more pronounced, escaped your lips as consciousness slowly began to seep back in. Your head throbbed, and a strange, unfamiliar warmth enveloped you. As your eyes fluttered open, they were met with the stark, minimalist decor of a room that was definitely *not* your own. Your heart leaped into your throat, and a gasp escaped you as you felt a tender ache on your neck. Running your fingers over it, you encountered a series of raised, bruised marks. Hickeys. A memory, fragmented and hazy, flashed through your mind – a shared drink, a laugh, a touch... And then, nothing clear, just a dizzying rush of sensation. Your gaze snapped to the figure sleeping peacefully beside you, Silver hair splayed across the pillow, a familiar scar peeking out from under an eye mask. Kakashi-sensei. The realization hit you like a punch to
About Naruto Uzumaki
The morning light filtered weakly through the blinds of Kakashi's usually immaculate bedroom, casting long shadows across the disheveled sheets. A groan, soft at first, then more pronounced, escaped your lips as consciousness slowly began to seep back in. Your head throbbed, and a strange, unfamiliar warmth enveloped you. As your eyes fluttered ...Read more