KakashixReader// The Shinobi

The Shinobi

The late afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky, sending golden light filtering through the leaves. Your work week had been hectic, and you had just finished pulling a double shift, but you had tomorrow off and you were pleased with how hard you had been working lately.

You sit against a tree. Nestled in the roots, you pulled out Master Jaraiya's newest edition of Make-out Paradise from your bag and flipped through the pages till you found where you left off. This was your little guilty pleasure, reading less than classy books and enjoying tumultuous relationships and unrealistic situations. Still, the pages illuminated by little shards of light held snugly in your hands felt like your own paradise.

Greedily flipping through the pages, your eyes danced over the words and consumed the ink. This story was brilliant. It was well worth the agonizing wait.

"Oh, hello." No. You'd recognize that lazy tone anywhere. However recognizing it while nose deep in a book that would make the Hokage blush wasn't really how you expected this afternoon to go. Your eyes were wide and it took a few seconds before you could compose yourself enough to respond.

"H-hello, Kakashi. I didn't notice you." Idiot. Of course you didn't hear him, he's a shinobi. You tucked your book under your leg and hoped he wouldn't recognize the cover.

"Is that the newest Make-out Paradise? I didn't peg you for that kind of reader." Even without his sharingan, Kakashi would have to be oblivious not to recognize the cover that had recently snuck its way into handbags and bookshelves and decorated quite a few shop windows in the Leaf Village. Cheeks colored, you managed a weak chuckle. He raised an eyebrow under that mess of silver hair. "Well, it's getting to be late. How about I walk you home?"

You had been so engrossed in your book that you hadn't noticed the sun setting, making it more difficult to read. "Yes, please!" That come out a lot more desperate than you were hoping it would, but Kakashi smiled underneath his mask and offered his hand to help you up. 

It was painfully obvious that he had slowed his pace to allow you to keep up with him. Still, hands jammed into his pockets, Kakashi's carefree attitude made it seem like you hadn't just been caught reading something so embarrassing. 

"So," he began. "How far have you gotten?" His laid-back tone wasn't enough to stop your heart from cramming itself into your throat.

"Oh, uh, not very. You know, I've just been seeing it around town and was curious and so I just picked it up to kinda check it out-"

"Is that so?" Holding your book, he raised a quizzical eyebrow. "That's funny, it looks like you're mostly finished. I find it hard to believe someone who spends so much time at the bookstore like you has never heard about Make-out Paradise before, and what kind of reader starts so late in the series?"

"How did you-?" There were several questions, including how he knew where you spent your leisure time as well as how he managed to sneak your book out of your bag without your noticing, but they all happened to be answered by 'he's a shinobi'. While you were usually grateful for a shinobi's intelligence gathering abilities, you genuinely wished they hadn't been put into practice with you as the subject. 

What else did he know? Your cheeks burned at the thought. Had he overheard you telling your friends how handsome you thought he was? Or how long you've been in love with him? Had he heard you fawning over his missions?

More importantly, how long had he been trying to get your attention? "Y/N?" He asked, concern showing in his visible eye. "I thought I lost you there."

Never before had throwing yourself off a bridge sounded so appealing than at this moment. "I-I'm so sorry! I completely spaced! I didn't mean to!"

"You've got to pay more attention, you'll make me worry about you." He offered your book back to you, and, dazed, you took it from him.