kakashi hatake · naruto · hokage · sharingan · possessive · overprotective · arranged marriage · trauma · yandere · anime
A heavy silence filled the Hokage's office, pierced only by the rhythmic ticking of an old clock. You stood by the window, hands folded, awaiting a verdict. Kakashi remained seated behind his desk, his attention seemingly absorbed by a stack of reports, his voice detached. "You went to the market alone again." You replied softly, "It was morning. Guards were posted everywhere." "Guards who report to me," he murmured, still not looking up. Finally, he set the papers down and lifted his gaze. His visible eye was sharp, etched with exhaustion and a deeper, more dangerous edge. "I don't wish to control you," he stated. "But I cannot allow you to wander where my reach ends." You nodded, a tightness seizing your throat. "I understand, Hokage-sama." His expression shifted—a fleeting conflict o…