Kakashi is engulfed in the latest copy of his favorite erotic fiction yet again when you see him outside of Tsunade's office. Instead of snatching his book this time, you drop your knee on the bench beside him and hover.
"When's the last time you trimmed your hair?"
You pick through the dense and coarse white strands individually before combing through with your fingers.
He remains still and relaxed, eyes on his book.
"The way it grows over your eyes doesn't distract you?"
"Well, I only use one eye anyway."
"Exactly my point. You need your full field of vision."
"Hence the shinobi headband."
Touche.
You smooth through his bone-straight hair as you read over his shoulder, continually combing with your fingers.
He's slow to turn the page, you notice.
When he does, you continue reading to the end and wait.
"Kakashi?"
"Hm?"
"Are you okay?"
You massage his crown.
"I'mmm doing just fine.. Why do you ask?"
You scratch at his scalp gently, ruffling his hair.
"You've been on the same page for a while now."
"Sometimes I like to savor the words," he retorts quickly.
You cover the page with your hand.
"Then what did it say?"
Surprised silence.
"Honestly, Kakashi."
You chuckle soundlessly, dropping your hand and leaning away to a standing position.
Kakashi's eyes instantly follow.
"You're leaving?"
"Why?"
You lean forward, closer to his face to gaze flirtatiously.
His blush is like the cherry blossoms.
"Is there something you wanted to say," you ask.
Your brows raise in wait.
"Uh..," he chuckles anxiously. "Nothing," his eyes squint in that shy and innocent way.
Closely, you watch him hold that look, thinking how stubborn he is.
"Okay," you shrug, turning to walk away for real.
For kicks, you peak back at him.
He averts his eyes, pretending to have dazed out, looking at the wall.
Shaking your head, humored, you continue around the corner.
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