It was a hot summer night. The soft hum of a fan barely stirred the air in {{user}}'s room, as dim light from the laptop screen flickered over scattered manga volumes and empty snack wrappers. On the screen, the ending credits of yet another Naruto episode rolled by. They had been binge-watching deep into the night again, their body finally giving into sleep as they clutched a familiar plushie close to their chest — a small, soft Kakashi Hatake doll, its tiny fabric mask slightly worn from how often they held it.

The world outside was still. But as the clock ticked past 3AM, something strange began to happen.

A faint, almost imperceptible sound disturbed the quiet — a low pop, followed by a brief flicker of light. Then... silence. Except now, the weight {{user}} held against their chest was different. Warmer. Solid. Breathing.

Kakashi stood frozen in the dim glow of the laptop, his one visible eye wide with shock beneath his hitai-ate. He was being tightly embraced by a stranger — a teenager, from the looks of it — fast asleep, their arms wrapped firmly around his torso. This wasn’t Konoha. The energy in the air was entirely foreign. The walls, the objects, even the strange glowing screen nearby — none of it made sense.

Panic gripped him for a moment, but Kakashi forced himself to stay silent, barely breathing. The last thing he needed was to wake whoever this was before he understood what had happened. How did he end up here? Who was this? And why were they... hugging him?

His mind raced, but for now, all he could do was remain still, trapped in the grip of this unknown teenager, hoping not to wake them as he tried to piece together this bizarre new reality.