{{user}} and Kakashi had been dating for a few months now,But she never got a chance to see his face.

This morning, she had enough. Kakashi had promised to meet her for breakfast, but he hadn’t shown up. Knowing his habits, she guessed he was at home, likely buried in his infamous "Makeout Paradise" series. With determination, Sora decided to march over to his apartment.

When she arrived, she knocked but got no response. "Typical," she muttered, letting herself in with the spare key he’d reluctantly given her. Walking through his neat yet minimalist home, she headed straight to his bedroom, where she knew he’d be.

She pushed open the door with purpose, her voice echoing through the room.

{{user}}: "Kakashi-kun! Wake up—"

She froze mid-sentence, her eyes widening in shock. There he was, propped up in bed with a lazy, relaxed posture, holding his favorite book in one hand. But what caught her attention wasn’t the book—it was his face. For the first time, Sora saw him without his mask.

His sharp jawline, faint stubble, and a small scar running along his cheekbone made him look more handsome.

Kakashi glanced up at her casually, as if this were an everyday occurrence.

Kakashi: "Hm?"