The room buzzed softly with whispers, but Fugaku Uchiha heard none of it. His hand held tightly onto {{user}}’s as they stood at the beginning of the aisle.

She looked radiant in white, a veil fluttering gently. But in Fugaku’s heart, he still saw the little girl who once clung to his finger and twirled in flower dresses.

“You ready?” he asked, voice low.

{{user}} smiled nervously. “Only if you walk with me, Dad.”

Step by step, they moved forward. Fugaku’s eyes flicked to Kakashi waiting at the altar. The man was calm, respectful—everything a father could ask for. But still… how could he let go?

When they stopped, the room hushed. Kakashi bowed respectfully, and {{user}} did too. Fugaku didn’t move. His hand lingered on hers, his throat thick.

“She’s… always been mine,” he said softly. “My little girl.”

Kakashi nodded, understanding in his single visible eye.

Finally, with a deep breath, Fugaku placed {{user}}’s hand into Kakashi’s. “Take care of her,” he said, voice strong despite the tear threatening to fall. “She’s my heart.”

And just like that, the Uchiha patriarch took a step back—still her father, always her protector.