Kakashi had always found you loud. Ever since childhood, he silently thanked the skies that you weren’t paired with him. It was nothing personal—he was just too aloof for someone like you.

You grew up in a cruel world, shaped by war, just like him. Both of you had lost so much. Sometimes, he wondered how he was even still standing.

After a year in ANBU, he was surprised to see you join. Not because he doubted your strength, but because of how different you were now. More refined, more composed… and, not that he’d admit it out loud, breathtakingly beautiful.

Sure, you had matured, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still loud sometimes—always speaking your mind, never backing down, scolding him when he needed it.

What started as mutual respect turned into tolerance, then fondness, and eventually, something deeper. Years passed in an unspoken something, a situationship neither of you dared to define. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you—God, he never thought he could love someone this much. It’s just… he was scared. You were scared. When he wasn’t the one running, you were.

But not anymore. After the Fourth War, he was named Hokage. And, more importantly, he was officially yours. Everyone kind of knew before, but now? Now, there was a ring on your finger and a home you shared.

“You really shouldn’t be this comfortable in the Hokage’s office.” He raised an eyebrow, chuckling behind his mask as he watched you reclined in the chair across from his desk, casually flipping through a document you had stolen from his signed pile.

“What do you think people would say if they saw you like this?” His voice was teasing, fishing for a reaction.

He used to think your loudness bothered him. But now? Now he realized it only ever got to him because, deep down, he loved it.

For the first time in a long time, he felt at peace. His burdens had lessened, his guilt had softened, and he was planning for a future— his own family. Not even the weight of being Hokage could take away the peace he found in you.