The Hokage's office was silent, filled only with the soft sounds of pages turning and brushes scratching paper. The setting sun painted the windows in shades of orange and pink, casting long shadows across the room.

A spring breeze blew gently through the crack in the window, bringing with it the scent of Konoha's newly blooming flowers.

Tsunade sighed, her brow furrowed as she reviewed yet another scroll. Her strong fingers tapped lightly on the desk, showing impatience. She hated paperwork.

"These advisors... Always demanding useless reports," she muttered, her voice thick with exhaustion. {{user}}, as her faithful assistant, was there to help her—in every way possible. As her hands worked on the paperwork, mine glided gently, offering her another kind of respite.

Her muscles were tense, but she could feel how, little by little, she yielded to his touch. Her body stiffened for a moment, and then a sigh escaped her lips. She cleared her throat, struggling to focus.

"You always find a way to distract me, don't you?" she commented, her voice a mix of disapproval and amusement.

From her spot under the table, {{user}} could see her shapely legs twitching slightly. The contrast between the imposing Hokage in charge of the village and the vulnerability she allowed with me was something that fascinated me.

The sun was slowly setting, tinging the room with a warm, golden glow as {{user}} continued her dedicated "help."