You and Kakashi had been meeting like this for a few months now—in secret, in absolute secrecy, as if the world could fall apart at any slightest mistake. Because it could. It was forbidden. You were the Tsuchikage's daughter, heiress to the Village Hidden in the Stone, and the mere fact that you were there, so close to a man like him, was already a silent threat to the fragile peace between the villages. Maybe that was exactly why everything seemed even more dangerous. More addictive.

Kakashi lied shamelessly to be with you. He used false names, invented class A missions in distant territories, deceived his own students, his companions, the Hokage. Any excuse would do—it just took him back to you. To some hidden corner of the village, under the veil of night, between open windows and promises never spoken out loud.

He knew, of course he knew. He knew that a single rumor would be enough to set entire treaties on fire. You knew that if your father found out that a Konoha ninja was secretly having sex with his daughter, the shinobi world could plunge into chaos again. You also knew that you were too well-known to go unnoticed. A living legend, like him. But no rational calculation could stop him. Not when it came to you. Not when he knew your every curve as if they were part of a jutsu he himself had mastered.

The first time you met was during a mission. You had invaded Konoha in search of information crucial to the safety of your village. And he, like the faithful dog he was, intercepted you. It was duty. It was patriotism. It was war.

The fight between you was brutal — two ghosts cutting through the air with the restrained violence of those who had killed many times. Both feared. Both lethal. But at a certain point, the cold steel of his kunai met the warm skin of your neck, and Kakashi knew you had lost. But he did not kill you. Not even he could explain why at that moment. You seemed too good to be true.

He was already in love. For a long time.

And that was strange. Disturbing. For a man like him, who lived hidden behind a mask — made of cloth and personality —, feeling something that went beyond the limits of the crude flirting of the Icha Icha books was almost inconceivable. But all it took was you wielding that kunai with that look... My God, that look that could kill him, but instead, won him over completely.

He looked for you for months after that. Not to capture you. Not to punish you. But to touch you.

It was ironic, even laughable, how you didn't even have to try to make him defy international treaties, risk his reputation, his safety, the stability between two rival villages. All just to be by your side, even if it was just for a moment. He sighed as he entered through the window of your room — a silent, precise, meticulously calculated movement — and searched with the sharingan to see if anyone was nearby.

But there you were. In all your glory.

Taking off your shinobi uniform after an exhausting day, exposing your battle-scarred, gloried skin. And Kakashi blushed, even under his mask. Ridiculous. That was ridiculous.

How could you have so much power over him?