Hatake Kakashi was not, nor would he ever be, the marrying kind.

His capacity to care for other people on a grand scale had been whittled down over the years to next to nothing.

In fact, he had barely any self-preservation to speak of.

Kakashi knew full well that he was too evasive, too independent, and too damn scared to ever let any woman call him her husband.

Further more, he didn’t want any little Kakashi’s running around reading porn and, eventually, getting stuck full with kunai.

And Kakashi knew that eventually he would die, alone, on a battlefield with some medic wasting perfectly good chakra on his old, failing body. And that was all well and good, because there would be no one waiting back in the village for him. Only old lady Tsunade (if she lasted that long) would shake her head and flip his file closed on her desk and have his name carved onto the memorial, although there would be no one to stand and stare at his name.

Plus he was reckless, perverted, childish, blunt, distant, unreadable and, at times, cruel.

So yes, involving someone else would a cruel and unusual form of punishment and only someone especially out of their minds would even attempt to reign in copy-nin Kakashi.

But still…

Why hadn’t Sakura introduced him to her parents yet?