Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, terms, and affiliates of Naruto are not mine, but belong to their respective owners, Masashi Kishimoto, TV Tokyo, VIZ &c.
Now we're really getting into the archives of my early writing days. I cleaned the wording up a little but nothing's changed much in terms of word count. I remember the fun of just hammering out little KakaSaku snippets. Maybe if I ever write enough of them, I could string them into some sort long fic.
Originally written for the lovely Nushi, who challenged me with "KAKASHI NAKED!". I hope you're well, Ms. M.
Just Skin
Contrary to his habit of covering every inch of his skin, being naked for Kakashi was as natural as breathing. Just because no one ever saw him in his birthday suit didn't mean he had some phobia about being exposed to germs or getting a horrible tan. Far from it, really.
He just never made a big deal about it. It was his body, after all. The same body that ached after a particularly strenuous mission or broke out in a rash when he forgot to put the fabric softener in his laundry. No extra nipples or disfigurements. Just a typical male shinobi's body, scars and all.
So it was with great interest that he noted the quick dilation of her pupils when he slowly dragged his shirt over his head, dropping it at the foot of her bed. Her appreciative sigh had him raising a brow.
Fascinating. He'd only taken off his shirt. The sleeveless body armour he wore underneath hadn't been removed yet, and this was her reaction? A guy could get used to that.
Kakashi lifted one hand to the edge of his mask even as the other began to play with the ties to his pants.
"If you liked that," he tugged the mask until it flipped down off his nose, smirking when green eyes dropped expectantly, "then you haven't seen anything yet."
AN: Brown chicken, brown cow.