You tugged at the stubborn sash, frustration bubbling as the delicate fabric twisted the wrong way for the third time.
“Why is this so complicated?” you muttered, yanking at the knot with little success.
A quiet tap echoed from the door.
“Can I come in?” Kakashi’s familiar voice slipped through the thin paper door.
“You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony,” you shot back, still wrestling the attire.
A pause. Then—slide.
Kakashi stepped inside, his calm gaze immediately finding the tangle of fabric in your hands.
“I’m pretty sure that’s just a superstition,” he said, leaning casually against the frame.
You huffed, tugging at the knot harder. “It’s about tradition, Kakashi.”
He crossed the room in a few steps, brushing your hands aside with gentle confidence. “Here. Let me.”
Words formed on your tongue, but you swallowed them, letting his fingers work through the mess. His touch was deliberate, unhurried, until the sash finally fell into place.
“You’re overthinking it,” he murmured, smoothing the sleeves over your shoulders.
“I just… want everything to be perfect,” you admitted, your teeth grazed the inside of your cheek.
Kakashi’s eye softened, his head tilting slightly. “It already is. You’re marrying me, after all.”
You laughed, swatting at his arm. “A little full of yourself, aren’t you?”
He leaned in just a touch closer, his voice warm and low. “Confident.”
Heat prickled at your ears as his hand lingered at your waist.
“I should kick you out now,” you mumbled.
“Mm. Or…” His lips brushed against your temple through the mask, his breath soft against your skin. “You could let me stay a little longer.”
You shook your head but didn’t step away.
Maybe tradition could wait.
Kakashi’s heart thudded beneath his composed exterior.
For someone who lived most of his life in shadows, standing here felt unreal.
He something think he didn’t deserve this—not after everything. Yet here you were, flustered and radiant, fighting with wedding attire like it was an unruly enemy. You make sure this wasn’t the case.
His fingers stayed at your waist, adjusting the fabric with more care than necessary. If he was honest, he didn’t want to let go.
You shifted, brushing at the sleeve nervously. “You’re staring.”
Kakashi blinked, his hand still resting against you.
“I was just thinking…” His voice lowered as his hand trailed lightly down your arm. “You look beautiful. I’m not sure how I convinced you to marry me, but I’m not about to question it.”
Air snagged in your throat, eyes lifting to meet his. “Kakashi—”
He smirked beneath his mask. “What? I can’t compliment my bride?”
Your cheeks warmed as you tried to step away, but his grip tightened just enough to keep you there.
“I mean it,” he said softly. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”
You glanced away, the sincerity in his voice making it hard to hold his gaze.
“Stop that,” you mumbled. “I’m going to mess up my makeup.”
Kakashi chuckled, pressing his masked lips lightly to your temple. “I’ll fix it for you if you do.”
Flustered, you shoved him gently toward the door. “Go, or I really will kick you out.”
His touch stayed, leaving behind the faintest trace of his warmth.
Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Kakashi had faced S-ranked missions and rogue ninjas, but standing at the altar made his palms sweat beneath his gloves.
Calm down.
Across the courtyard, you stood calm and radiant, while he felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs.
How did I even get here?
The ceremony was simple—quaint, Kakashi had called it. Close friends, familiar faces, and a soft breeze that carried your vows through the quiet air.
The reception? A different story.
Naruto stood front and center, already halfway through an impromptu speech, cup raised high.
“Honestly, Kakashi-sensei, I didn’t think this day would ever come!” Naruto grinned, scratching his head. “I figured you’d just keep reading those weird books forever.”
The crowd chuckled, and you shot Kakashi a glance. His shoulders stiffened slightly, but his hand slipped over yours beneath the table—a silent plea for patience.
Naruto wasn’t done. “But, you know… I guess if anyone deserves someone like (Y/N), it’s you. You’ve been through a lot. And—uh—yeah.” He laughed awkwardly. “I’m not great at this, but I’m happy for you, Kakashi-sensei. Really.”
Kakashi exhaled, the corner of his eye crinkling in quiet gratitude.
Then Guy stood.
“AH, KAKASHI!” he bellowed, tears already streaming down his face as Lee patted him on the back. “My eternal rival has found love at last! We’ve waited for this day for so long!”
Kakashi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Guy, please—”
“But to see you embrace the flames of love! Our rivalry will transcend into new heights—marriage challenges! Couples’ retreats!”
“Guy,” Kakashi groaned, though the hand beneath the table remained steady in yours.
The laughter didn’t end there.
Tsunade swirled the sake in her cup, her cheeks tinged pink.
“I always thought you’d marry your job,” she mused, smirking. “Turns out (Y/N)’s the only one stubborn enough to put up with you.”
The room erupted again, and Kakashi chuckled softly beside you.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he murmured just for you.
His eye met yours, the world around him fading into a blur.
This wasn’t just love—it was peace.
As the ceremony began, Kakashi’s hand found yours, his thumb brushing gently over yours. You squeezed back, grounding him.
When the moment arrived, Kakashi stood before you, his hands at your waist, his mask just inches away.
You smiled up at him, fingertips brushing over the fabric.
“They’re waiting,” you whispered.
With an exaggerated sigh, Kakashi tugged the mask down, letting it pool around his chin.
The courtyard fell silent.
Naruto’s cup slipped from his hand.
Kakashi kissed you, staying just long enough to bask in the quiet shock.
When he pulled back—mask firmly in place—he glanced at the stunned crowd.
