any respite.
⠀ A million years worth of showers still wouldn’t be enough to cleanse his hands of the blood they’ve spilled. War haunts his dreams. Loss haunts his heart. Guilt haunts his soul. He’s damaged beyond repair. All he has left in this world are his novels. Sure, he has students and »
bracing himself for the inevitable return of his inner demons incessant chatter. Eyes fluttered open and he stepped out of the shower.
⠀ Once dried and clothed, the shinobi crawled into bed. He stared at the ceiling absently until, finally, sleep dragged him into the depths of unconsciousness.
⠀ The steady thrum of water against Kakashi’s flesh soothed the weary shinobi. It was hot, filling the bathroom with billowing clouds of steam. His eyes remained closed as he soaked in the fleeting minutes of peace his evening shower afforded him. It was the only place his inner demons allowed him »
⠀ Wakes with a jolt, flying to a seated position. He inhaled deep, ragged breaths. His corium was lined with sweat and his sheets were a disheveled mess. Kakashi clutched at his chest briefly before resting his visage in his palm. The nightmares never seem to fade no matter how much time has passed.
