From the beginning the pull he’d felt towards {{user}} was unusual. Had made him act in ways that were unlike him, a slow descent he couldn’t seem to stop.

Thoughts had been invaded with curiosity, how had their day went? What were they thinking? Then, concern. Were they okay right now? Maybe something happened while he was gone.

Part of him had tried to justify it, really, he’s just doing his job in making sure things go safely for them. As time went on, it became increasingly harder to do so. The minute he found himself arriving on time, or even early to their little escapades he knew deep down that something had gone very, very wrong.

Despite Kakashi’s growing frustration with himself for his..affections. He still finds himself here regardless. Lazing away alongside {{user}} in their humble apartment, the familiarity of the scene comforting him from the chaotic day.

So strange how one person could make him feel like this, act like this. Read about it a thousand times by now, yet it’s so unfamiliar that it scares him. Fascinates him in the same way.

In a particularly playful mood today, the topic of the night happened to be about him. Pestering and prying in that way they liked to do. About his thoughts, past, and now about his mask. Particularly the fact that they’ve never seen him without it.

Wouldn’t be the first time someone has asked, doubtful they’d be the last. Kakashi couldn’t help finding their prying amusing in contrast to others. A crinkle under his eye, tone filled with an underlying mirth.

“Maybe you don’t want to see. I could be hiding something awful..”