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“Yo.” A head of silver-white spikes peeks in from the doorway. Sakura smiles as Kakashi enters the room with a steaming mug in hand. “I was told to bring you this.”
Her eyebrows jump. “For me?” She accepts the cup giddily, already feeling more awake at the scent. “What a nice surprise.”
Kakashi gives her a nervous smile, then glances over his shoulder. Lurking in the background, Sarada’s spectacled eyes narrow. Her eyes shift to the mug in Sakura’s hand before she gives a short nod of approval, disappearing back into the hallway.
Sakura covers her mouth to hold back a laugh. “So thoughtful, sweetie, thank you.” She leans over to give him a kiss on the easiest accessible body part, which happens to be his elbow. Kakashi blushes to the tips of his ears.
“Maa…” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Anytime.”
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The next evening, it happens again. Sakura probably shouldn’t be drinking caffeine after 4pm, but how can she refuse when it’s delivered straight into her hands?
She takes a sip of today’s unexpected treat, humming with satisfaction at the nutty taste of hazelnut creamer. Perfectly sweet. She grins at Kakashi from her chair, covering his hand with hers and giving a light squeeze. “Delicious, honey, thank you.”
Kakashi smiles back, eyes creasing into half-moons. Then something changes, his expression freezing, hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as his eyes dart towards the door. Sakura’s eyes follow his to the small figure dashing out of sight, dark raven hair whipping behind her. Her eyes narrow, theories starting to percolate in her mind.
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A vanilla latte is Sakura’s [un]expected treat the next night, and an americano the night after that. She starts skipping her afternoon cup in order to avoid jitters in the evening, and ends up having to buy extra coffee beans at the grocery store for how quickly they’ve started to go through their supply.
While she finds the whole thing hysterical, between Sarada’s light stalking and Kakashi’s adorable skittishness, she does feel like she has to ask.
“Sara-chan…” Sakura pauses in the middle of dinner preparations, glancing towards her daughter. She taps her fingers on the countertop, unsure of how to pose the question. “Have you been telling Kakashi to bring me coffee every night?”
Sarada’s brows crinkle with confusion. “Don’t you like it?”
“Yes, of course, but…” Sakura sighs. “Let me rephrase. Have you been threatening Kakashi into bringing me coffee every night?”
Sarada full-on scowls now, the expression overly reminiscent of her father. “Wouldn’t need to if he wasn’t so lazy,” she mutters under her breath.
Sakura sputters. “La—”
“Papashi needs to work harder to make you happy,” Sarada declares with all the uninhibited confidence of a five year old. “He should be spoiling you rotten.”
Sakura huffs, fighting back a laugh. “Oh really?”
Sarada nods vigorously, slicing a potato into tiny cubes.
“And who will spoil Papashi?”
Sarada’s frown deepens, but she says nothing, staring at the pile of vegetables yet to be cut up.
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That evening, Kakashi delivers a maple-nut cappuccino to her desk.Sakura thanks him by dipping her finger in the foam and dotting it on his nose.
“Hey,” he whines, face morphing into a pout. Sakura giggles, cleaning it off with a kiss. His nose wrinkles. She giggles harder.
They both pause as Sarada stomps into the room, holding an overflowing mug of whipped cream and sprinkles and heading towards Kakashi with a determined glint in her eyes.
“Here,” she says purposefully, shoving the mug in his direction. Eyes wide, Kakashi crouches down to take the mug, ignoring the hot chocolate spilling down the sides of the ceramic and burning his fingers.
“For…me?” he asks hesitantly.
Sarada rolls her eyes. “Obviously.”
Kakashi’s eyes are watery. He takes one sip of the concoction, eyes seeming to twitch at the sugar overload.
“Thank you, Sara-chan,” he says, voice as thick as chocolate sauce. “It’s delicious.”