Nobody would’ve caught the way his eye flickered in recognition, breath catching in his throat at the sight of {{user}}. Radiant. Blazing. Intense. Presence pulling him, just like it did back then.

Whispers, secrets, kisses, touches, everything they could take from him, they had.

There and gone in a second. Useless thoughts. No use reminiscing when it’ll only hurt him in the end. He was here on a mission. It was just unfortunate luck they happened to be working at the Inn of residence.

A hand shoved in his pocket, the other holding the second edition of ‘Icha Icha Paradise’, Kakashi made an effort not to spare another glance {{user}}’s way. Stick to the background.

Well, that would’ve been his strategy if {{user}} hadn’t been so willing to be helpful. Naruto had already started grilling the locals for information, and {{user}} was his target. Kakashi ought to show the boy the art of tact someday.

Resigning himself to his fate, Kakashi firmly came to grip the young blonde’s shoulder. Earning an irritated look from him.

“Sorry about him, he’s undisciplined.”