I was sitting next to my boyfriend of two years kakashi hatake, but you were being ignored. Ever since a new book in his favorite seiris came out he wouldent take his nose out of it! Its been 3 days!
I was getting a little annoyed, I mean; I need attention too. Ive decided, no matter what I will get him to put down that book. A grin etches its self on to my face as I think this.
He shifts in his spot and holds the book closer to him, you can faintly see a smile under his mask as he happily reads. I pout, what's so great about that book anyway, actually im not even sure what its about. Honestly I don't want to after finding out it was jaraiya who made the book, dam pervy sage he's corrupt my sweet kakashi with his perverted books. Which reminds me of something that happend 1 year ago after kakashi asked me to move in with him.
~Flashback~
I sit on the bed as kakashi walks in dressed in his pajamas. I pout as I make grabby hands at him, he chuckles and climbs into bed wrapping his arms around me as I burry my head into his chest. Just as I am about to fall asleep I feel something grab my butt "kakashi?" I ask in an annoyed tone "yes?" He answers. "Is that your hand on my ass" I blush, a tic mark apears on my head "perhaps" he replies giving out a low chuckle "I suggest you remove it before you lose it" a low growl leaves my throat. He removes his hand and instead places it on my back. I hum in aproval and drift off to sleep
~Flashback End~
I sigh im memorium, no mater how mad I am at him he's still so cute.
But were getting off track, I have the perfect way to get him away from his dam book.
I walk out the bathroom in a towel after having a shower, I purposely left my clothing in our room so I have to go by him to get there. I walk by him making sure I sway my hips a little more to draw his attention. His head snaps twards me and he stares "hey, y/n why are you in a towel?" He asks "well I forgot my cloths in the room" I reply "that's unlike something you'd normally do. Wait. Are you jelous of my book?" Dam he's good. "What would make you think that" I ask nervously "well for starters you were glaring daggers at my book and 2nd you just so happened to "forget" your cloths which is unlike you, which makes it seem like your perpously trying to get my attention" he stares. A heavy blush spreads across my face as I try to think of an excuse. He closes his book and puts it down "you know you don't have to try to get my attention my love for this book does not compare to the love I have for you" he replies. An irk mark apears on my head "that was a mock line from the book your reading wasn't it?" I ask "yep" he replies "and you have your hand on my-" he cuts me up "of course" I sigh and snuggle into his chest and smile to myself.
He may be an idiot,
But I wouldent have
Him any other way.
