Kakashi x Reader [English]

Epilogue

This happens after some years. Just so that it doesn't seem weird or is not understandable when you read it.

Kakashi's POV:

I was, as per usual, engrossed in my book as I walked down the streets of Konoha with one hand in my pocket. I had just got out from reporting to Tsunade about a short mission she assigned me to, and currently was walking without no clear destination in mind.

Lately it had been like that. So calm... The village was beaming with life, there weren't any big struggles that we knew off, and most of the missions that were assigned didn't suppose a big threat. It was in fact, the first time I felt so at ease. It even felt as if it was maybe too calm... Like the calm before the storm... But I also might be a bit paranoid. The fact of the matter was that I had easily become used to this life. No rushes (not that I had any before anyway), no big worries, hanging out with Gai and Asuma some times, and other times just going out to have dinner with (Y/n). Now that I thought about it, I couldn't even remember when did my life become so... normal.

If someone had told me a long time ago how my life is right now. Not only I would have not believed them, but I also would have probably thought this would be the most boring ever. But in reality, all I wished was that it stayed like this. How would the young me know if this was boring or not, when he wasn't the one to experience a life with (Y/n)? With no wars and no internal fights. Where all my worries literally were which book would I read next, what could I make for dinner to surprise (Y/n), and how would the days to come be with her. And honestly, that last one was the one that was lately more present in my mind. I couldn't help it.

(Y/n) and I had picked up a habit. Some times we would be sitting outside, under a tree shadow while the fresh breeze blew around us. We would normally read, and sometimes we would observe people. I can't deny it, it was a bit fun to share observations of random people with someone... Or well, not someone but (Y/n). Even if I hated the fact that it made me noisy, although in reality we weren't. It did make me feel like if I was gossiping. But (Y/n) and I based our comments on things we saw, so was it truly bad?

I just liked how it felt, and I liked to hear her thoughts on people. But the thing is, that because some days we would lazily lie around and observe while we read our respective books, or just comment on things we saw during the day, it had come to my attention the reality of how quickly time passed. If I were to look at my friends: Gai, Asuma, Iruka... The only imperceptible difference would be that some of them were beginning to have some small wrinkles. But when I looked at my students... I remembered and missed the three little brats that used to look at me amazed at everything I did. And now they all three could proudly say that they were once the students from the three legendary sanins. But I didn't only see the weigh of the time in their strength, but also in their maturity and physical appearance. With them, it was more obvious how they had grown up. Naruto was almost the same height as me, and some days I could see him around with Hinata both being playfully 'cute', as (Y/n) would say while smiling and cheering for them to finally get together.

'God, when did we grow this old?' I couldn't help but think. The mere thought of the amount of time that had passed since I began being their sensei, and since I met (Y/n), it was enough to send me into a weird state. I wasn't old, I knew that, but I was getting old. I honestly didn't mind much though, it just amazed me and scared me how fast could the time pass. Because it scared me to think that someday I would suddenly be a really old man having the same sensation I have now, with the difference that there won't be much more to live and that I might have not done everything I wanted.

"What are you thinking about?" A voice took me out of my thoughts for a moment. I must have been so deep in thought that I didn't even realize she was now walking with me. I blinked twice and looked at (Y/N) at my side, still a bit in thought "I could tell you weren't actually reading. What's in your mind?" (Y/n)'s thoughtful voice asked, laced with a hidden slight worry.