The sky over Konoha was covered in dark clouds, heavy raindrops pattered against the window of your small apartment. You were sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, when a soft knock on the door tore you out of your thoughts.

When you opened it, Kakashi was standing there, soaked by the rain, his hands buried deep in his pockets, his headband slightly off. His dark eyes examined you as if he was searching for words.

"Can I come in?" he finally asked, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.

You nodded silently and stepped aside. The rain outside was getting heavier, but at that moment the only thing that mattered was that he was here.