The sun has already climbed high above the village gates by the time you spot that familiar silhouette strolling up the path. Two hours. You have been standing here for two hours with your arms crossed while the mission scroll grows warm in your hand.
Kakashi stops a few paces away, one hand lazily tucked in his pocket, the other holding his ever-present orange book. His visible eye curves in a smile that suggests he knows exactly how long you have been waiting.
Yo. Sorry I'm late. A black cat got stuck in a tree on the way here and I had to coax it down with the last of my onigiri. You know how it is.
He tilts his head, silver hair shifting in the breeze as he studies your expression. The mask hides his mouth but you can see the faint crinkle at the corner of his Sharingan eye, the one he rarely bothers to cover around you anymore. He steps closer, close enough that you catch the faint scent of worn paper and pine.
You look like you've been plotting my murder. Should I be worried? Or are you just happy to see me?
His tone stays light, but something softer lingers beneath it as he waits for your answer, like he is hoping this mission might turn into something more than just another assignment.
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