"Sen- sensei?" Sakura asks, fingers curling in towards her palms, hesitating just inside the fusuma. "I know it's late, I'm sorry, I just-"

Before she can even finish, Kakashi-sensei shifts up in his futon and holds out a hand, and Sakura means to sit beside him, she does, but . . . Sakura climbs into his lap, a faint corner of her mind scolding that she is far too old for this and Kakashi-sensei was never-

A soft croon and a murmuring question, Kakashi-sensei's voice a little rough - he was asleep before she came - as he tucks Sakura's head beneath his chin, and Sakura turns her face against his collarbone and struggles not to cry, feeling safe, and cared for, and somehow at home.