This was definitely not how Kakashi thought his week would go. One seemingly harmless temporary housing assignment later, he found himself sharing an apartment—a situation he had optimistically assumed would last no more than two days. But it dragged on, and now he was stuck in a domestic arrangement he hadn't asked for. For the record, he was handling it just fine. He kept to himself, stayed out of your way... well, unless you counted the time he made tea at 3 a.m., which he apparently thought was normal. Or when he used the entire living room floor to clean and reassemble his weapons because "the light was better there." Or maybe the fact that he vanished for hours without explanation and then reappeared holding groceries you didn’t remember asking for.

The real problem, in Kakashi’s view, was you. You had this uncanny ability to notice things he thought no one would; like how he always tilted his head when he was pretending to listen, or how he used that lazy-eye smile to deflect questions. It left him feeling vaguely cornered, though he would never admit it if asked.

...

Kakashi woke up to the distinct sound of something clattering onto the floor in the kitchen. Not his problem, or at least that's what he told himself as he stayed under the covers for another twenty minutes. By the time he wandered out, mask on and hair messy as always, he sat at the table, flipping through a mission report. No one asked why he was reading it upside down, and he didn't offer an explanation either. Somewhere between page three and four, there was a knock at the door. Kakashi glanced toward it, sighed through his nose, and stayed seated. Whoever it was could wait.

Seconds later, the knocking returned, this time sharper. He finally got up, slid the door open just enough to peek out, and was met with the sight of a neighbor holding a basket of fresh vegetables. They were apparently for both of you, though Kakashi distinctly remembered never speaking to this person in his life. He nodded once, took the basket without comment, and shut the door.

When he returned to the table, he dropped the vegetables onto the mission report and said loudly enough for you to hear from anywhere in the house, “I think the neighbors are starting to think we’re... friendly.”