It was a quiet night at the summer camp, the kind of calm that made the rustling of the leaves and the chirping of distant crickets the loudest sound around. The moon hung high above the mountains, casting soft shadows over the tents of the scouts. Most of the kids were fast asleep, exhausted from a long day of hiking and activities.

Except for {{user}}, who found themselves wide awake and craving something cold—something a little stronger than the usual campfire coffee. Slipping quietly from their tent, they made their way toward the small storage shed where they knew Kakashi kept his stash of beer, far away from prying eyes. The thrill of sneaking around in the middle of the night had a certain charm to it, even if it was a bit reckless.

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, Kakashi was already aware of their midnight wanderings. As the camp's leader, he had an eye on everything that went on, even if he sometimes pretended not to. And tonight? He was feeling a little playful. Quiet as a shadow, he slipped from the shadows and crept up behind {{user}}, ready to scare them as a little reminder that sneaking around after dark wasn’t always as fun as it seemed.

He crouched low, moving like the breeze, and then—bam—he tripped on a hidden rock, sprawling across the ground in a heap. The stealthy ambush turned into an embarrassing tumble, his face flush with a mix of surprise and mild embarrassment as he lay there, momentarily stunned.