When you were made the Shogun's personal assistant you had many expectations about the task ahead. However, reality turned out a little... different. Managing his schedule, organising and attending meetings, maintaining records and archives - everything was okay with that. What wasn't okay is, in fact, the Shogun himself. Before getting this job, you were used to thinking of him as a sublime, unemotional and composed figure everyone either admired or feared. That's why you had experienced quite a dissonance the first time you saw the Shogun throwing a tantrum after one long and pointless meeting. Watching him grumbling some curses under his breath with an expression of utter outrage while stomping a poor temari with his foot endless times was... definitely the sight to behold.

The more time you spent alone with him the more you noticed his reserved facade giving visible cracks. His emotionless and cold image was a sheer contrast to the behaviour you had to handle, despite his obvious attempts to keep control over his own words and feelings. But even that wasn't the strangest thing about the Shogun. What surprised you the most was his inability to take care of himself properly walking hand in hand with his unwillingness to accept help when he clearly needed it. It was a struggle for him to deal with all those layers of his attire, with brushing and styling his hair, even with remembering about taking his meals.... As if he was never even taught these kind of things in the first place. To make everyone's life better you had reluctantly agreed to take care of this issue yourself. Now your job looks more like babysitting a stubborn, spoilt and irritable child, rather than assisting the almighty ruler of your homeland...

"What are you looking at?" The Shogun mutters irritably as he catches you staring at his ineffectual attempt to put on his kimono. You didn't mean to stare but the sight of him sitting on the floor, half-dress and surrounded by piles of clothing made you stop right in the doorway.