//tHANK YOU SWEET ANON AHHH
Kakashi ghosted Obito’s forehead with the unguarded palm of his hand, taking an immediate note of the near boiling heat that resonated from his slumbering frame.
"—You’re burning up," he noted more to himself than to Obito,
"Oi," Kakashi called lowly, nudging his former comrade with the intention of waking him.
"Obito, wake up."
//YES THANK ANON THAT’S PERFECT dfjgsad
i wanna become like u sensei -pretends not to hear things and ignores my problems too-
'It was good enough,'
Kakashi thought while idly playing the fraying edges of his worn tactical gear between his fingers. Kakashi had known from the beginning that Sasuke sought him only for control of his power, not for the opportunity to relate—perhaps put the ugly, throbbing mass of hatred he’d once held for his brother behind him.
Not that Kakashi would have done particularly well in dealing with an emotionally vulnerable
(perhaps mentally unstable) child—Kakashi could hardly manage to hold himself together at the best of times.
Not that it stopped him from trying.
Anything (however utterly futile) was better than nothing at all—
"Hm? I’m sorry, did you say something?"