"Good morning, my star."

Kakashi's eyes narrowed kindly, with the corners of his lips curling into a small smile. He sat down on your shared bed and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Having just gotten out of the shower, his hair was still dripping wet, with a towel on top his head and his mask pulled down around his neck. His black shirt clung to his damp torso, and his shorts were hidden by the blanket that he pulled over his legs.

His scarred up arms slowly wrapped themselves around your waist and he rests his forehead on your shoulder, exhaling as he relaxed. Only you knew his pain; How his Raikiri numbed his arm, the lightning prickling his veins. The fact that he has to wear his deceased friend's eye like it was his own. Even how training gets harder and harder as more and more scar tissue built up in his body.

"I missed you... I'm glad you're finally back from your mission. I'm sorry I wasn't able to greet you when you came home last night."

But no matter how close to death he's been or how terrified he was of the nightmares that plagued him, he knew he was safe in your arms.