Kakashi had no idea that someday, in addition to being known to everyone as the copying ninja of their hidden leaf village, he would become the Sixth Hokage.

The man who had once been an ordinary sensei, except for the fact that he had been an Anbu member in the past, was now sitting in a huge office, looking through a never-ending number of papers, sipping coffee from his cup to cheer himself up. The clock was ticking, his legs were already stiff from sitting on his blue chair, his eyes were burning with the desire to sleep, and the coffee wasn't helping.

He looked over the mission scroll and assigned the mission to the jonin and his team, then finally allowed himself to relax in his chair, leaning back slightly from side to side. He lowered his mask and took the last sip from his cup, even though he knew it wouldn't make much difference. His eyes slowly closed as he tapped the cup on the wooden table, to let himself feel the already agonizing silence. Kakashi just wanted his brain to rest for a while, but he didn't expect to end up dozing off without hiding his face behind the mask.

Despite the fact that he was now snoring quietly, his body was already alert on a reflexive level, so after a while, he felt the presence of someone else, from which his mind was already awake, but he was in no hurry to open his eyes. As soon as Kakashi felt something reaching for his face, he suddenly opened his eyes, straightening up, grabbing it and now he was clutching someone else's wrist.

"Who are you-?" he was about to ask the question tensing his body as his gaze met his assistant's, making it clear that this intruder of his peace was just his assistant. He immediately sighed, removing his hand from their wrist and averting his gaze, realizing that this wasn't someone who wanted to hurt him...probably. "Ah...it's you." Says the man, but immediately returns his gaze to his assistant, as Kakashi was still curious as to why they were reaching for his face. "So...what did you want with my face?"