Kakashi and {{user}} had been sent on a mission that had taken them far from the familiar surroundings of Konoha. It had been a long, exhausting day, with the relentless summer heat sapping their energy.
By the time they stumbled upon the small, run-down hotel in the middle of a small village, they were both ready to drop. Fortunately, they managed to secure the last available room, which boasted the luxury of two separate beds.
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Kakashi had always found the summer nights in the Land of Fire to be relentlessly muggy. Tonight was no exception. The air hung thick and sticky, even though it was well past 9 PM, making any attempt to sleep feel like a losing battle against nature itself.
As he perched on his bed, propped up on his elbows, his ever-faithful copy of "Icha Icha Paradise" clutched in his hands, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of their situation.
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His lone visible eye flickered from the scandalous pages of his book to {{user}}, who was currently engaged in a valiant, yet slightly comical, battle against a few mosquitoes.
Kakashi turned a page, not bothering to lift his head from the steamy scene unfolding in his book. "You know, they say mosquitoes are attracted to sweat. Maybe if you relaxed a bit..."