A requested small fic with the prompt "Did you do something different with your hair?"
His eyes caught the movement of her short black skirt. It distracted him from his reading, his gaze shifting from the crisp pages of his new book to her curvy hips and the way they swayed with her every confident step as she entered the kitchen. His drawn breath briefly paused in his throat before filling into his lungs; the sight of his wife was still enough to take his breath away.
She reached up and opened a cabinet door, exposing the plastic drinking glasses within. Kakashi's eyes slowly traveled up from the bottom of her backside to her back. In the middle between her shoulder blades usually hung a long, pink braid. Only now there was not.
Kakashi rose from his seat on the couch when he noticed the small change, closing the book and setting it aside. Making his way to the kitchen, he stopped at the room's center island and waited.
The small pinkette turned as she took a sip from the glass she had filled at the sink, having felt his presence in the space that surrounded her. She fought the smile creeping into her lips.
Kakashi cocked his head a little to the side. His eyes narrowed slightly at the pink strands now ending just below her shoulders. It hadn't noticed the reason for the unexpected change.
Sakura didn't like change. It was one thing he loved about the stubborn woman, despite her harshly reminding him that it was a personality flaw. And every time she "reminded" him, he silently wished she wouldn't put herself down; she was too beautiful to add that kind of weight.
"Did you do something different with your hair?" he simply asked. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he gazed at her. He placed his elbows on the island.
"Mhm." She took another sip. "What do you think?"
The man's lip twitched. "I like it, Sakura. It makes you look older."
Her green eyes widened and she stopped her lips from fully returning to the glass.
"Not that you are old," he calmly amended. He straightened up off the island's marble surface top. "I meant that when we're in public, people won't think this old man is dating a teenager. Especially when I'm holding your hand. You're not that young anymore, ya know."
"Thanks." A snort slipped from her lips as she smiled. She set the glass on the counter beside her and leaned back with her hands behind her. "They don't think that, Kakashi."
The corners of his eyes creased again and he moved away from the island, planting his feet directly in front of her. His broad shoulders squared up to her small frame and he wrapped an arm loosely around her waist.
"You don't know that. I'm sure there is some not privy to the tale that is Kakashi and Sakura, hm?" A single eyebrow raised as he spoke.
His wife just stared up into his brown eyes. A contented, lazy smile graced her face. "I suppose," she softly managed.
With his free hand, Kakashi felt the recently cut ends of her locks with his fingertips. It was soft and light and it was just so different that he felt he could get used to it. After all, he didn't marry the woman for her hair.
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