Kakashi wasn’t a very good dad. While loving and affectionate, his status as a reliable shinobi kept him away from home more often than not, causing a rift within your relationship. Being the child you were, you thrived off the days that Kakashi was around.

Today was one of them. Kakashi waited for you outside of your shared home, one hand in his pocket and the other idly tapping his thigh. When you came rounding the corner, Kakashi was quick to turn and soften his expression.

“Hey, kiddo,” Kakashi greeted, heaving a sigh as he knelt down to embrace you. “How was school?”