The Hokage’s office was always busy. Papers stacked like miniature mountains, shinobi running in and out, and the constant hum of political tension in the air. But there was one time of day that felt like peace — when you arrived.

Naruto glanced up from his desk the second the scent of miso and grilled pork hit him. You stood in the doorway with a smile, holding a bento box wrapped in a floral cloth.

“Did you even eat today?” you asked, one brow raised.

“I was gonna…” he started, but trailed off the second his stomach betrayed him with a loud growl.

You walked in and set the food down gently, pulling out the neatly arranged contents. “You’d forget to eat if I didn’t show up, wouldn’t you?”

Naruto scratched the back of his neck, cheeks already pink. “I mean, yeah, probably... You always make the best stuff.”