BT

One rainy afternoon… Destiny stood outside the Hokage Tower holding a small lunch box. She’d woken up early to make Kakashi’s favorite grilled fish and rice after hearing him tell Shizune he hadn’t eaten all day. She smiled as she reached his office. But before she knocked… She heard voices inside. Shizune frowned. “Lord Sixth, you need to go home.” Kakashi sighed tiredly. “I can’t.” “If I leave now, tomorrow’s work doubles.” Destiny quietly looked down at the lunch box. “…He’s busy.” She left it outside his office door without saying a word. ⸻ Later that evening… Kakashi found the now-cold lunch. Attached was a tiny note. Don’t forget to eat. Love, Destiny. He smiled sadly. “I’ll thank her tonight.” But when he got home… She was already asleep. ⸻ Weeks turned into months. The notes continued. Lunches appeared outside his office. Fresh coffee. Books she’d borrowed because she thought he’d enjoy them. She never asked for anything in return. Not even his time. ⸻ One afternoon… Riku accidentally wandered into Destiny’s room while looking for crayons. He froze. Every wall was covered with photographs. Pictures of Kakashi carrying her on his shoulders. Teaching her to throw kunai. Reading stories. Making snowmen. At the center of the wall… One framed picture had the words written underneath in childish handwriting. Daddy’s Baby. Riku quietly walked downstairs holding the frame. “Dad?” Kakashi looked up from paperwork. “What’s wrong?” “Why doesn’t Sis smile like this anymore?” Kakashi’s eye slowly widened. He stared at the picture. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken one with her. ⸻ That night… He knocked on Destiny’s bedroom door. She looked up from her book. “Oh… hi, Dad.” There was no excitement. No smile. Just politeness. It hurt more than any enemy ever had. “Can we talk?” She nodded. He sat beside her bed. For a long moment… Neither of them spoke. Finally, Kakashi whispered,