Breakfast!
Age: 4
"Breakfast"
There was a rustling of fabric, a small warm weight shifting around him; he heard her steady heart beat, something that comforted him, even before she spoke.
"'Kashi, I'm hungry." She said, dragging the 'u' for added effect. She knew how to play him like a fiddle. In fact, he thinks she actually knew how to play one. What with all the odd hobbies that the five year old girl seemed to take interest in.
"Hmmm." He hums, as if taking her request into consideration. "No." He states nonchalantly, opening one lazy eye to see her undoubtedly indignant reaction. Sakura did not disappoint as she puts up a token protest, wiggling against his enclosed arms, pouting up a storm.
Adorable. He thinks with smiling eyes.
After a few more minutes, once the pink haired little girl tired of her efforts, he lets her go and concedes to her demand for sustenance. He sometimes forgot that although he could go on for days without being affected by hunger, the same could not be applied to growing young girls.
"What would you like for today, your majesty?" He drawls out, bowing from his waist lazily, flashing the little girl a small smile.
Sakura, used to his odd countenance, held up both arms imperially, haughty enough to pass off as an Uchiha; clearly he was spoiling her rotten. His smile only widened even more.
He concedes to her unspoken command and hoists her up into his arms, her arms wrapping around his neck. She smelled of peaches and cream, soft and comforting. She clung to him for a bit, most likely taking in his body heat after being deprived of the warmth of the blankets before speaking.
"Sunny eggs and crispy bacon!" She whispers into his ear, as if imparting a secret. Was it possible for his smile to widen even further?
He sets her down on the counter top and sets off to making her highness' royal breakfast. She sits there, dangling her legs back and forth and tilts her head to the side as she observes him work. His sharingan spins to capture the moment, tucking the image away for a rainy day, when missions ran long and the world felt dead.
She laughs in delight at seeing the doujutsu, her propensity towards them apparent, since the night he rescued her from the fiery clutches of her own home; the first time she saw them and cried tears of guileless joy. She will forever remember eyes like his as a sign of safety and comfort. He didn't know how to feel about that.
They eat in silence. Him watching her as she munches through her food. Her taking peeks at his exposed eye, laughing delightedly, while hungrily devouring her breakfast.
Sakura squeals and he jumps, hands coming to the hidden kunai attached to his leg, before realizing the reason for her surprise. She joyously hugged the little pug to her body, the dog's face lazily flustered, reminiscent of his owner, while making eye contact with Kakashi. It was Pakkun.
Kakashi sighs and rubs the back of his neck, a habit that surfaced when he was faced with something he found annoying or troublesome.
Pakkun's appearance means that Sakura will refuse to part with him, therefore refusing to go to civilian school. The teachers already berated him often enough for the chronic lateness of his charge due to his own propensity for being tardy, now he would surely get an earful about his irresponsibility for letting a four year old play hooky.
He sighs again but buckles himself down for a long day of playing with his most precious people—if ninken counted as people.