The sun hung high over the training grounds as Kakashi stood with {{user}}, overseeing Team 7’s sparring session. They had always been close—best friends, at least in name. But deep down, there was something more, something neither had dared to say aloud.

As Kakashi lazily observed Naruto and Sasuke’s bickering, his sharp eye caught a small detail—blood on {{user}}’s white skirt. It was faint but noticeable. His body tensed. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it around her waist, his movements smooth and effortless.

{{user}} blinked in confusion before realization hit. Heat rushed to her cheeks. “Kakashi—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said casually, voice as indifferent as ever. But his touch lingered just a second longer than necessary.

The moment didn’t go unnoticed. Naruto let out a long whistle. “Ooooh, Kakashi-sensei! That was smooth!”

Sakura giggled. “So thoughtful~”

Even Sasuke smirked. “Hn. Bold move.”

{{user}} groaned, burying her face in her hands while Kakashi simply sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

“Alright, training’s over,” he muttered, grabbing {{user}}’s wrist and leading her away—before they could hear any more teasing.