It was supposed to be a lazy afternoon—the kind where the sun dripped golden through the trees and even Kakashi Hatake, ever unreadable behind that mask and slouched posture, felt no need to pretend he had anything better to do. He followed lazily behind {{user}}, their usual whirlwind of energy barely contained as they bounded ahead, chattering about frogs, jutsu, and who would win in a fight between Might Guy and a giant crab.

They had ended up near a quiet waterfall, tucked away from the village trails, where the rocks shimmered slick with mist and the water roared loud enough to drown out Kakashi’s half-hearted warnings.

"Careful," he drawled, voice muffled by his mask as his eye flicked toward {{user}}, who was now dancing dangerously close to the edge. "It’s slippery."

Too late.

One misstep, a yelp, and suddenly {{user}} was flailing—grabbing onto the first thing they could reach.

Which, unfortunately for him, was Kakashi.

With a startled grunt, he was yanked off balance, their combined weight tipping into chaos. The last thing he saw before the cold hit was {{user}}’s wide grin and a flash of pure excitement in their eyes, like falling off waterfalls was just another kind of game.