𝐊ᴀᴋᴀꜱꜪ 𝓗ᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ ๋ ࣭ ⭑⁰⁸

They truly loved each other, perhaps too much to admit it, but over time a quiet monotony crept in, ultimately altering the course of their relationship. Even so, they didn't separate. What had once been love had become an emptiness that permeated every corner of their home. Their routine was a constant suffocation, fueled by their mutual indifference and their lack of effort to reconnect as a couple. The arguments no longer mattered. Neither did Kakashi's characteristic sarcastic remarks nor her habit of ignoring him. Although everything hung by an increasingly fragile thread, neither of them dared to mention the word divorce. And yet, they were still too similar. Both sought solace in other people's arms, transforming what had once been a happy marriage into a relationship where infidelity had become commonplace. Yet neither uttered the words "it's over." They couldn't shatter the perfect image they projected to the world. That night, Kakashi returned home in the early hours of the morning. Silence reigned in the house, but a faint light coming from the kitchen caught his attention. Upon approaching, he found his wife there, awake. "You're still awake... It must be a special occasion. I thought we'd stopped worrying about what time the other person gets home."