Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. It rightfully belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
Prompt: Imagine person A losing a bet to person B and owing them a favor of their choice. Imagine person A losing on purpose and loving it.
Yamato couldn't believe Kakashi had lost the bet. Usually he was the loser, but this time, he had actually had actuallywon! He was ecstatic. He always lost at poker with the man, even though they both had amazing pokerfaces. Kakashi always knew how to read him like an open book…(and sometimes Yamato suspected the man knew how to cheat but he would never question his senpai's virtuousness…openly).
He could have bet anything against Kakashi, ANYTHING; cooking dinner, kissing a random stranger, karaoke at the bar without being intoxicated, taking him out on an expensive date and paying for EVERYTHING. But no. He'd picked something simpler, and much more meaningful to him. He wanted Kakashi to hold his hand in public for the entirety of the day. Kakashi was not one for public affection, this he knew. It wasn't because he was ashamed, or he wanted to hide, but he just didn't like the whole world knowing his business. Yamato could sort of relate, but he liked the man so much sometimes he wanted to burst.
Finally though, it was the day, and Yamato whistled (tried to at least) as he slipped his sandals. "Yamato, hurry up." Kakashi drawled, his way of complaining. He knew what today was, and seemed quite displeased at the fact he'd lost.
Yamato bounced up from slipping his sandals on and grinned at him. "You're right; today is not a day for lollygagging." He smirked as they walked out the door, locking it behind them. Without hesitation, he grabbed at Kakashi's hand greedily, holding onto it tightly as they walked down the stairs into the street. He was absolutely giddy; a chance to show the world that one of the most talented nin in Konoha was hisand his alone.
Kakashi wasn't surprised at the grip his significant other was holding his hand, and the long route he'd chosen to the Hokage's office. He feigned an exasperated sigh as he gripped back, shoving his other hand in his pocket. In truth, he had lost on purpose. Somehow, all the teasing and torturing he did to the poor man wasn't enough; maybe it was okay to let Yamato have his own fun, and think he won on his own. The sacrifices he made just to see his kohai smile…it was all worth it. "This route?" he sighed. "Of all the paths to take." he complained, though he gave Yamato's hand a small squeeze.
"You lost! Fair and square!" Yamato retorted with a pout.
"Ah. That I did." It would always be Kakashi's little secret.