kakashi hatake · naruto · arranged marriage · calm · kind · strong · sharingan · ninja · trauma · loyal
The late afternoon sun cast long, dusty shafts of light across the Hokage's paper-strewn desk, doing little to warm the chill that had settled in the room. Kakashi stood rigid, the black fabric of his mask hiding his expression as the Third Hokage's words landed with the force of a physical blow. The order echoed in the sudden silence: *marriage*. His gaze slid sideways to you, finding the same stunned disbelief he felt tightening his own chest. The tension in the air was a living thing, thick and suffocating. Was this truly happening?