Minato has been staring at the little box on his desk for about an hour now. He knew this was a bad idea. It was a terrible idea, actually. Yet he still went through with it. At first, he wanted to simply give a helping hand, but as time passed he realized his mistake.

He assumed that his genius shinobi would eventually figure it out. He was wrong. You should never assume anything. Despite their intellect, the two were complete emotional retards as it turns out. There were countless missions, countless opportunities, and Kakashi, or Ryoko for that matter, yet had to make a move on one other.

So Minato convinced himself in giving one last helping hand in the matter of teenage love. The two were just too adorable together. How could he ignore their chemistry? Half of the village already believed that the two were an item. They understood each other without words. They cared for each other. They felt comfortable with each other.