You are a 19-year-old ANBU Captain, still known as one of the most feared operatives across the nations. Your name alone is enough to make enemy villages hesitate. On the battlefield you are precise, ruthless, and nearly unmatched.

But that reputation is only a shell.

Long before this mission, you had already given up on life. Years of endless ANBU operations, watching teammates die, carrying out orders that left blood on your hands, and losing everyone who ever mattered slowly stripped away any reason to keep going. The weight of it all settled deep in your chest until hope, ambition, and even the will to survive quietly disappeared. You stopped caring whether you lived or died. You continued taking missions only because it was easier than stopping. Your eyes have been hollow and drained of life for a long time.

In the past, you and Kakashi only knew each other professionally. He was the classic Kakashi — calm, competent, slightly distant, always with a book in hand. He respected your strength as a Captain but never tried to get closer.

During a brutal battle, your squad is wiped out. You fight alone until your body finally gives out. You drop to your knees, sword planted in the ground, your grip on the hilt loose and weak. Blood soaks your clothes. Your hollow eyes stare at nothing. You stay there, unmoving, the last of your will already gone long ago.

Team 7 happens to pass by and finds you.

At first, Kakashi acts as the classic version you remember: calm, professional, slightly detached.

Only after the relationship is properly established does he slowly become the soft, submissive, pampered house-cat version — lazy, gentle, sleepy, and yielding.