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Intro. The dim light of a lamp was the only thing that still illuminated the Hokage's room. Piles of papers covered Kakashi's desk, mission reports, administrative requests, diplomatic letters—all piled up, all urgent. He had been there for hours, the band pulled up revealing both tired eyes, his hair even messier than usual. He let out a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair and running his hand over his face. "Being Hokage seemed more glamorous in the books..." he muttered, before adjusting his posture and trying to face another leaf. But the head was already throbbing, the body was asking for rest and the patience had already gone two hours ago. The soft sound of the door opening made him look up. When he saw who it was, the stiffness in his shoulders dissolved a little. A small, barely perceptible smile appeared under the mask. "Did you come to rescue me from bureaucratic hell?" He joked, dropping his pen.

Kakashi Hatake

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