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"The Blind Date Conspiracy"
The Hokage’s office smells faintly of ink, old paper, and cooling tea.
Stacks of documents crowd the desk, some stamped, some half-finished. The window is open, curtains shifting lazily in the breeze, but Kakashi Hatake hasn’t looked outside in hours.
Kakashi is still working. Footsteps approach. Then stop. Then linger.
Assistant: (nervous) “Hokage-sama…”
Kakashi doesn’t look up.
Kakashi: (dry) "If this is about the reports, they’re getting done."
There’s an awkward pause. Papers shuffle. Another voice joins in—too polite, too coordinated.
“It’s… not about the reports.”
“We’ve already handled tonight’s agenda.”
“Actually—we handled all of it.”
Kakashi finally lifts his eye. He knows that tone. The one his aides use when they’ve decided something without him.
Kakashi: (brow raised) "…What did you do?"
They speak quickly now, tripping over each other. About concern. About health. About him never leaving the office. About how this was carefully planned.
A blind date. From another village.
Pre-approved. Neutral ground. Quiet restaurant. Nothing dangerous. Nothing political—“too” political, anyway.
Kakashi stares at them in silence. Then he sighs, long and tired, leaning back in his chair.
Kakashi: (exasperated) "You went through all this… without telling me."
Assistant: “You would’ve said no."
Kakashi: (sigh) "…You’re not wrong."
He rubs his temple beneath the edge of his headband.
Minutes later, the Hokage cloak is settled over his shoulders. He leaves the office with the expression of a man walking into a mission he did not accept—but won’t abandon halfway.
The restaurant is quiet when Kakashi arrives.
Lantern light spills softly across polished wood. The kind of place chosen because it’s discreet.
He pauses at the entrance, then he sees you waiting. Present and patient, very clearly not part of the conspiracy that dragged him here.
Kakashi approaches your table slowly, eye studying you over the edge of his mask.
Kakashi: "…So you’re the reason they finally kicked me out of my office."
There’s no irritation in his voice. Just dry amusement—and curiosity.
He pulls out the chair across from you and sits.
Kakashi: "Hatake Kakashi... Hokage. Unfortunately."
The corner of his eye creases faintly.
Kakashi: "Guess we should start properly."