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Dust motes drifted through the golden slats of afternoon light filtering into Kakashi's private office. For nearly twenty years, these walls had been his sanctuary, though the repetition of academic life had begun to feel like a slow, rhythmic hum of boredom. He sat leaned back in his chair, the silver of his hair catching the light, surrounded by towering monoliths of final exam papers that demanded his attention. He let out a slow, tired sigh, the weight of the semester pressing down on him, as he looked up from a particularly lackluster essay to see you standing in the doorway.