Kakashi Oneshots Book 1

“You could’ve told me,” you snapped, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “You could’ve just said something instead of letting me hear it from Genma of all people.”

Kakashi exhaled through his nose, slow and even but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the slight twitch in his jaw. “I didn’t think it mattered.”

“You’re taking an S-rank mission across the border. Alone. And you didn’t think that mattered?”

“It’s not permanent.”

“You’re disappearing for three weeks, Kakashi!”

The room felt smaller with every second, thick with a frustration neither of you knew how to contain properly. It wasn’t the mission itself. You understood the job, the danger, the secrecy. You’d always understood it.

What hurt was that he hadn’t told you. That he’d let you find out from someone else. That it felt like every time things got too real between you two, he retreated into his shell and left you clawing at the walls outside of it.

“You always act like it’s easier to just say nothing. Like keeping me in the dark protects me or something,” you bit out, voice trembling. “But it just makes me feel like I don’t even exist in your world.”

Kakashi rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, pacing away from you. “I didn’t tell anyone. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“But you did,” you whispered.

He paused, then turned back, a muscle in his cheek tightening. “You think I’m just doing this to push you away?”

“I think you don’t trust me with your life the same way I trust you with mine.”

That hit harder than you intended. You could see the way his eye narrowed not angry, but stung.

“That’s not fair.”

“No,” you agreed. “But it’s true.”

Kakashi looked away, then brought his hand up sharply dragging it through his hair, tugging the silver strands in clear frustration.

And your body reacted before your brain did.

You flinched.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. Just a small, involuntary jerk of your shoulders, a flicker of tension behind your eyes. You knew he hadn’t raised his hand  at you he wasn’t even looking at you but still, something deep and old and unspoken triggered like a trap.

Your breath caught in your throat.

You didn’t even know why.

Kakashi froze mid-motion, his hand suspended in his hair as his gaze snapped to you. He saw it the way you’d recoiled. The way your eyes dropped to the floor. The way something vulnerable and uncertain flickered across your features.

And his heart clenched.

Not just emotionally. Physically. Like something reached in and squeezed the air from his lungs, leaving his chest hollow and raw.

You hadn’t said a word. You weren’t crying. You weren’t accusing him.

But that one involuntary flinch shattered him more than any of your words had.

“Y/n…” he said softly, his voice almost broken.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You stood frozen, arms still crossed, lips parted slightly trying to figure out  why your body had done that. Why, when you knew Kakashi would never lay a hand on you.

Kakashi took two careful steps forward, then slowly, so slowly, reached out and touched your arm.

And when you didn’t pull away, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

He didn’t speak at first. Just held you. Tightly. Like letting go would make you disappear. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, his other around your waist, anchoring you against him.

You sank into him slowly, arms still tense at first but then something in you cracked too, and your fingers curled into the front of his vest.

He pressed his face into your hair, breathing you in like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You didn’t answer, but he didn’t need you to. He could feel the slight tremble in your shoulders. He could feel how you’d stopped breathing for just a second. How something inside you had recoiled even when your heart still trusted him.

Kakashi’s own heart ached.

“I would *never* hurt you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Not in that way. Not in any way. I swear it.”

You nodded against him, eyes closed tight, fighting tears that made no sense but refused to go away.

“I know,” you finally whispered. “I don’t know why I flinched. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t.” He kissed the top of your head gently. “And that’s what scares me. That it was instinct. That someone , something in your life taught your body to do that.”

You didn’t reply, just pressed closer, hiding in his chest.

Kakashi held you like the world might fall apart if he let go. Like every wall he’d built around himself had cracked open the moment he saw that flicker of fear in your eyes.

“I’ll do better,” he murmured. “Not just with this mission. With everything. You deserve more than silence and secrecy. You deserve to know that I choose you. That I trust you. That I see you.”

You let out a shaky breath, and he felt your fingers tighten slightly in his shirt.

“I just want you to let me in,” you whispered.

“I will,” he promised. “No more doors. No more half-truths. No more making you feel like you’re alone in this.”

He pulled back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His eye searched yours gentle, open, raw.

And then he leaned in and kissed you soft and slow, like he was pouring every unspoken apology into the space between you. Like he needed to rewrite the memory of that flinch with something tender. Something that said, You’re safe here. You’re loved here. Always.

And for the first time in days, maybe weeks, you believed him.