“Wait—wait—”

He grabbed your arm, his motions frantic but gentle as he removed his Anbu mask so that he could look down at you. You weren’t meant to see that. You and Kakashi had met 9 years ago, when you’d scraped your knee in the forest. You hadn’t known that boy in the fox mask was him. He’d introduced himself to you right after that.

“You know why I couldn’t tell you about this okay? Ninja or not, it’s dangerous for you.”

He gritted his teeth together as he looked down at you.