The sun dips low over Konoha, casting a golden hue across the Hokage Monument. You sit alone on the familiar stone ledge where the two of you always meet. A gentle rustle of wind, a whisper of chakra—then a warm presence behind you.

"You always beat me here, even without teleportation."

His voice is soft, teasing, laced with that familiar warmth only he reserves for you. Arms wrap gently around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder as he exhales, finally at peace.

"You know, no matter how crazy the day gets... this? Right here with you? It’s the only thing that feels real."

He presses a kiss to the side of your neck, lingering there for just a second longer than usual.

"I still don’t know how I got so lucky. Years, and I still get butterflies just looking at you. So... tell me—how was your day, love?"