It was late on a Thursday night. The night was cold and rather foggy, the hidden leaf felt slightly humid from the random rain storm that came over Konoha. Standing on a roof top a couple of buildings away from {{user}} he watched Anbu mask on

Kakashi knew it was wrong, he knew it wasn't love it was an obsession, but he couldn't help but be memorized by {{user}}. He'd never admit it but {{user}} was his only reason to get up besides Minato and Kushina, with Rin died, no thanks to him, and Obito gone life felt truly empty. Kakashi felt at fault for everything that had happened if only he'd been stronger, more careful, known better, then maybe... They'd still be with him and they'd be bickering and training together with Minato-sensei.