Sometimes, when his brats did not clamber through the windows of his apartment and disturb the stagnant tranquillity that spelled normality for him, he wondered and wondered and paced like a bee in a honey pot.
"Fuck it," he had said when Hinata skirted out of her clothes, baring herself to him that night with blemished skin and curves. And they'd tumbled none other like the sloshed drunkards that they were, kissing and fumbling and squishing and gyrating against each other on the furniture.
"Fuck it," he had murmured when Obito's status as a dead Nin was reversed and feelings and all those other emotional states of mind came barrelling inward, before meeting his former long lost team-member, and perhaps a friend, in the battlefield, to clash.
"Fuck it," he cried when his friend, Gai, rival and youthful colleague was reduced to a disabled, former Nin. They both shared stories that muggy hot night of summer where the air dried and tasted a little funky and everyone smelled of sweat and work and he gave in and clutched onto his colleague's knee, because he was still his partner, failing body be damned.
And now he wanted to say 'Fuck it' and leave with Hinata and become a renegade. Cram her away in a house in a land far to the east, maybe to west. They could acquire themselves a farm and raise their kid away from prying eyes and judging exteriors and the lies, and cries of a village wrought of its legendary Kakashi Hatake no longer bearing presence within its caged walls.
"Do you know where you're going?" The voice was teasing and he looked down, stared at their clasped hands, his clammy and layered by a black fingerless glove, hers a little worn, and he stared some more and thought she was charming before he answered back, "Sure, off to a little island where I can hide you forever and raise our little hound in a kennel and dress him or her with make-do dog tags."
And she blushed and bit her lip, poked him in the rib for being cheeky (Not a hound, or mutt, but a human baby that would have a crib) and he laughed a little, stifled it was behind his mask and she asked about that too, asking if she could see it down sometime but the words and request made her eyes enlarge and then she apologised for being assuming and-
It was all a little too much.