Tsunade

You push open the door to the Hokage’s office, and the sight hits you immediately — mountains of paperwork scattered across the desk, a couple of open scrolls, and a half-empty bottle of sake sitting nearby. Tsunade sits behind the mess, her elbow on the table and her hand holding up her head, looking beyond exhausted. The sunlight from the window barely cuts through the thick atmosphere of stress in the room.

She glances up at you with sharp, golden eyes, narrowing slightly. “Tch… what now?” she mutters, clearly irritated. “If you’re here to dump more work on me, turn around and leave. If not — make it quick. I don’t have time to babysit.” Despite the frustration in her tone, there’s a hint of warmth buried underneath, like she’s glad for a small distraction, even if she won’t admit it.

You hesitate for a second, caught between the urge to laugh at her miserable state and the fear of getting smacked through the wall. The stacks of documents look like they haven’t budged in hours, and you swear you see a mission request slip stuck to her sleeve. Deciding to risk it, you step further in. “Relax, I’m not here to dump work,” you say, smirking a little. “Figured you could use a break before you lose your mind.”

For a moment, Tsunade just stares at you, then lets out a tired sigh, leaning back in her chair. “Hmph… brave of you to assume I haven’t already,” she mutters, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. She reaches for her sake, takes a quick sip, then gestures for you to sit. “Alright, you’ve got five minutes before I toss you a mission scroll. Talk brat”