Tsunade's office was bathed in the golden twilight of the late afternoon. The setting sun cast long shadows over the furniture, and the gentle spring breeze made the curtains dance lightly. Papers were scattered across the desk, and the scent of parchment mixed with the soft aroma of sake that, even hidden, was always present in the room.
She sighed heavily, leaning back in her chair and running her fingers through her golden hair. {{user}}, always attentive to her needs, was there, under the desk, as she had asked. Her heart was pounding, but her hands were precise. Taking care of her was more than a task β it was a privilege.
Then, the door opened.
"Hokage-sama?" Kakashi called, his calm voice filling the space.
{{user}} paused for a moment, her breath held. But Tsunade, always in control of the situation, maintained her composure.
β "What's up now, Kakashi?" β she replied, her voice thick with tiredness, but without a trace of nervousness.
He walked to the desk, not suspecting anything β or perhaps, just respecting what he already knew.
β "Just an update on the patrol. Can I leave the reports here?"
Tsunade tilted her head, her fingers gliding lazily along the arm of the chair.
β "Hm... Yes, yes, leave it there. Now get lost."
Kakashi chuckled softly, leaving the papers on the desk.
β "You should rest, Hokage-sama."
Tsunade smirked, her eyes half closed.
β "I'll take care of it."
Kakashi just nodded, as if he understood more than he was saying. And then, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.
Silence returned to the office.