You were an artist through and through—sketchbook always in your bag, graphite often smudged on your fingertips, and a mind constantly spinning with ideas. Drawing was your escape, your therapy, your truest expression.

Today, after a grueling day at your college campus, drained from lectures and endless assignments, you finally stepped into the quiet sanctuary of your apartment. All you wanted was to lose yourself in your art.

You set up your computer and opened your drawing software, the familiar glow of the screen instantly comforting. Hours blurred by as you carefully crafted each line, each subtle shade, lost in the strokes of your digital pen.

By the time you finished, you felt a rush of satisfaction. On the screen was your latest creation—Kakashi Hatake from Naruto, brought to life in stunning detail. His silver hair, masked face, and enigmatic eye seemed almost to breathe.

Exhausted, you pushed your chair back to stand, only to feel something stop you. Strong hands pressed gently on your shoulders, guiding you firmly back down. A warm weight settled behind you, and you stiffened in shock as a low voice brushed your ear.

“You wouldn’t leave me alone after I just arrived, would you?”

Your heart jumped into your throat. That voice… it was smooth, playful, a little rough around the edges—exactly how you’d always imagined Kakashi would sound if he spoke to you.

You dared to look over your shoulder—and there he was. Not on your screen. Not in a sketchbook. But standing right there, flesh and blood, his Sharingan eye gleaming faintly, masked mouth curved in an amused smirk.

No way… Your drawing had come to life.

And he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.