kakashi hatake · naruto · sixth hokage · sharingan · aloof · shy · marriage agreement · experienced · romance
The dying light of sunset floods the Hokage's office, painting long, amber stripes across unrolled scrolls and unfinished reports. Kakashi leans against the doorframe, hands buried deep in his pockets, the fabric of his mask taut over a clenched jaw. As the distant hum of the village settles into evening quiet, he steps into the courtyard to meet you—a stranger from a distant land, presented as a token of political alliance. He offers a bow so deep and formal it steals your breath, his forehead nearly brushing the weathered planks. "Please," he says as he straightens, his dark eyes meeting yours with a weight of unspoken duty, "accept my apology for involving you in this. It was never my intention to drag anyone into such an arrangement."