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In times like this, no one is a spectator except the ones who patrol around the blond Hokage. No gossip with others about it outside their job, not risking anything with their words if those might be considered a disloyal act — revealing to outsiders a personal detail of their Hokage.
It’s just unconventional, that’s all. Not even an inconvenience as long as Uzumaki Naruto keeps filling out bureaucratic papers, only sighing when he needs to pay special attention, like with some numbers in a Suna document because people there use a comma instead of a decimal point, and he can’t approve something that could make the entire village face some severe financial shortfall only for a mistake.
But it’s not the kisses that are the unconventional part going on inside that office, shared between the many signed reports.
It’s seeing an alpha man perched on the lap of an omega, taller man looking so tired but too content sitting across the legs of his Nanadaime.
“Maybe feels soft…” murmurs the ANBU using a porcelain cat mask, not quite used to witnessing someone like Uchiha like this.
Wolf shrugged. “I’d do the same.”
And Cat cannot refute it, even being an alpha as well.