All the Little Things
It started out so small.
Just a brush of her thigh against his while they sat eating their lunch in the shade. His calloused fingers carefully brushing her pink hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.
And somehow it ended up here-sweaty limbs tangled together, his head resting on her shoulder, trying to catch their breath. Kakashi didn't care about the whispers behind their backs. Nobody outright disapproved, but nobody really approved either. The closest thing he had gotten to anyone's blessing was Tsunade's warning that if things ended up badly between them, he would be forcibly castrated.
What he cared about was laying next him. The way she mumbled strange things in her sleep, how she felt underneath him, how she always seemed to know just what he was thinking. Her laugh, her wandering lips, the way she would whisper his name to keep herself from screaming it.
And even now, with his Sharingan completely blind and his right eye starting to fail him, she never faltered. They would watch the sunset together, just so he could remind himself later on and remember that they saw the magic red-orange-purple of the horizon, and that she was sitting next to him, when his whole world slowly faded and turned to black.
He didn't care. He could still feel her strong arms wrapped around him, hear her smile. He wasn't blind where it mattered.