"I hate him. He's late, he stinks of seaweed, his googles are freakishly orange, and his kunai are always dull."
Silver hair pulled into a short ponytail, forehead protector nestled on his brow, Kakashi glares into the mirror. A small photo of his father, smile plastered across his face, is jammed into the corner of the mirror frame.
"I know you'd say to give him a chance, but he's just going to throw himself into battle and you know what? Uchiha-san will go home without a scar. I'll sacrifice my dignity by compromising the mission for him, just like you."
