Underestimated Sasuke x reader

Just some Fluff

Next day!

Your POV

"Kakashi do you know where Mila keeps the laundry sauce?" I yelled from the laundry room.

"Laundry sauce?" He said from behind me.

"Yeah the stuff to wash clothes." I repeated.

"I think you mean detergent, and she keeps it under the sink." He replied opening the shelf and handing the blue gallon-sized container.

"Thanks." I said reading the instructions.

"These are too small to read." I showed him.

"Let's just wait until she gets home to do it." He said patting my head.

"Fine, but I'm so bored I can't even stand it anynore." I groaned.

"We can go shopping if you want, I have your last payment from the last mission you did." He told me.

"Ok let's go." I said slipping on my shoes.

***

"Do you like these Kakashi?" I asked holding up a pair of wedges.

"They look nice, but aren't you a little.... young for something like that?" He asked.

"I am 12." I said putting them back in the rack.

"Hey! What about these?" He asked holding a pair of black loafers, to put it mildly, they were the ugliest pair of shoes I'd ever seen.

"Kakashi I can't tell if you're being serious." I said giving a look of apprehension.

"I'm only messing with you." He said putting them back down.

"This would look nice in you," I said pointing to a black long sleeved shirt.

"That looks like a girls shirt." He said.

"Maybe." I agreed.

I spotted the curling iron I've been begging Mila to get, and dragged Kakashi to it.

"Please Kakashi!" I pleaded.

"What is... it?" He asked picking it up and examining it.

"It makes your hair curly." I explained.

"Mila used to have curly hair." He said smiling softly.

"Really? It's so straight." I asked surprised.

"Jutsu's aren't only used for fighting y/n." He said laughing and patting my shoulder.

"So can I get it?" I asked.

"Sure kiddo." He said patting my head.

***

"She looks so different!" I said looking through the picture albums at Kakashi's house.

"She does doesn't she?" Kakashi agreed.

"She was so cute!" I said touching a photo of her when she was about 6, or 7.

Her curly hair was blocking her vision, and Kakashi had a hand tangled in her hair with a concentrated look.

"I was trying to braid her hair." He chuckled.

The next photo was when they were about 10, and she was in between Kakashi, who had an annoyed expression, and Gai.

"What happened here?" I asked looking up to him.

"Gai wanted to see who could ask Mila on a date first, and he won." Kakashi reminisced.

"What about here?" I asked pointing to a picture with Mila piggybacking on a guy with long brown hair, and a piece of grass in his hair. The guy was smirking, and Kakashi was rolling his eyes in an Anbu outfit, and so was Mila.