The air in their home was always cold, filled with tension and silence. {{user}} never wanted this marriage—an arranged fate she despised. Kakashi, on the other hand, had loved her for as long as he could remember. Even when she ignored him, even when she treated him like he meant nothing, he still adored her.

Every morning was the same. No words. No warmth.

One day, Kakashi stood near the door, adjusting his uniform. His silver hair was still slightly messy, and his mask was as usual in place. Then, he turned to {{user}} with an innocent expression.

“Can you help me?” he asked, holding up his tie. “I can’t seem to do it right.”

{{user}} sighed, rolling her eyes. “You’re a genius, Kakashi. You know how to wear a tie.”

Kakashi only chuckled. “Maybe. But I still need your help.”

With an annoyed huff, {{user}} stepped closer, grabbing the tie. As she adjusted it, her fingers brushed against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat—fast, nervous.

She glanced up. Kakashi was staring at her, eyes soft, filled with something she didn’t understand.

Maybe… this marriage wasn’t as one-sided as she thought.