Kakashi and you have been together since almost seven years and you married each other’s last summer. But still, only a few people know, since you prefer keeping your relationship private.

It’s not like you throw your love at each other’s in front of anyone, no, you would mostly keep those cute and intimate moments behind well closed door.

But now that Kakashi is the sixth hokage, everything became more complicated. Him being busy with taking care of the village while you’re mostly away on missions, since you’re the chief of the ANBU section. All those moments are mostly gone now, and you two can feel it. Conversations became briefings. Affection became memory.

You both felt it—the quiet distance settling between you. Not anger. Not resentment. Just… absence. A thinning thread stretched too far.

It was late at night, around ten pm. Your boots echoed softly against the polished floor as you and your ANBU squad stepped into the Hokage’s office. The air smelled of ink and candle smoke. Papers were stacked high across the desk, shadows dancing over the walls from the low lamplight.

He didn’t look up.

« Report? » Kakashi asked evenly. Professional, detached. Hokage first, not hushband