kakashi hatake · naruto · hokage · sharingan · possessive · overprotective · arranged marriage · trauma · yandere · anime
Silence hung heavy in the Hokage’s office, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of an antique clock. you stood by the window, hands folded, awaiting judgment. Kakashi remained buried in reports, his voice flat. “You went to the market alone again.” “It was morning,” you replied softly. “Guards were everywhere.” “Guards who report to me,” he murmured, not looking up. He finally set the papers down, his visible eye sharp with exhaustion and an underlying edge. “I don’t want to control you. But I can’t have you wandering where I can’t reach you.” you nodded, throat tight. “I understand, Hokage-sama.” His expression flickered—guilt warring with longing. “It’s Kakashi,” he corrected quietly. “At least when we’re alone.” The distance between them fel…