Since becoming the Sixth Hokage, Kakashi is constantly under watch—guarded by you.

At first, you were nothing more than another ANBU operative assigned to his protection. He had never seen your face; the porcelain mask you wore concealed every trace of it. And yet, your voice lingered with him. Calm. Measured. Strangely captivating. Even the way you moved—silent, precise, almost effortless—left an impression he refused to acknowledge.

He couldn’t afford distractions. Not now. Not ever again.

So from the very first day, he chose distance. Cool professionalism. A sharp edge to every word. It was safer that way.

Late into the evening, Kakashi sat behind his desk, documents scattered in uneven stacks. His left hand supported his temple as he skimmed through yet another report, eyes dulled by exhaustion but mind still sharp.

The door suddenly opened without warning.

You.

No knock. As usual.

His eyes flicked up, unimpressed but not surprised.

“Report?” he asked evenly, referring to the mission he had assigned you.