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“Hokage-sama.” A sharp voice pierces his quiet hiding spot. He sighs. And it was such a good one too.
Kakashi turns to face his pursuer from his perch in the Fourth Hokage’s hair spikes. She looks out-of-breath and delightfully flushed, green eyes indignant.
“Maa, Sakura-chan, fancy seeing you here.” He stands fully from his crouch and brushes invisible dust from his pants. “I was just taking a little break from office duties, but I should probably get back to—”
Eyes flashing, Sakura flickers to his side, seizing his forearm in a vice grip. “Uh-uh,” she interrupts. “No more running. We’re doing your physical. Now.” He grimaces as her grip tightens unbearably with a little added chakra.
“Is it that time already?” he replies breezily. “I had no idea.”
Sakura snorts, brows furrowing. “No idea, hm? Then why, dearest Kakashi-sama, have you been making me chase you across the village all afternoon?”
He blinks innocently. “Chasing me?” He scratches his nose in feigned disbelief. “Have you been trying to get a hold of me?”
Her nostrils flare, cheeks turning red. Adorable. But, he should probably stop antagonizing someone who could crush him like a bug. “Well, let’s get to it then,” he pivots, giving her a crinkly eye smile. “Don’t want to waste any time.”
Sakura screams.
—
“Let’s get the easy stuff out of the way,” she dictates. “Step onto the scale for me, please.”
Kakashi releases a put-upon sigh. “Whatever you say, Haruno-sensei,” he drawls.
Sakura makes a face and Kakashi resists the urge to smirk. He’s not sure why he decided to make Sakura chase him around the village for his yearly physicals, but he has no interest in ending the tradition now. Not when it’s so satisfying to see her get all worked up. Truthfully, he enjoys hanging around the hospital; can’t resist seeing Sakura in her natural element; can’t resist teasing her in her natural element. Not that he would ever admit that to her.
The metal creaks as Kakashi steps onto the clankity scale. The machine begins to deliberate and Sakura grabs a step stool in order to see where the top of his head lands. It’s always strange to have her on the same level as him during moments like these. To have their eyes be on the same plane. To have her lips within easy reach…
“68.5 kg and 179 centimeters.”
The words are a splash of cold water on his thoughts. His brows furrow, shaking his head at her. “That can’t be right.”
She steps down from the stool and jots down the numbers on her clipboard. “I wouldn’t worry about your weight being a little higher than usual. It’s just your metabolism catching up to your age.”
Ouch.
“No, no not that,” he deflects. “Your height measurement is wrong. I’m 181 cm.”
“Huh. That’s probably also because you’re getting older,” Sakura says in a matter-of-fact voice, scribbling all over his chart. “As we age, the spinal discs wear down and compress, gradually losing volume and—”
“I'm shrinking?” he interrupts, his voice taking on a tinge of hysteria.
Sakura gives him a sympathetic smile and pats his chest. “Don’t worry, Sensei.” She gets up on her tip-toes, kisses his cheek, and then winks at him, sending him into cardiac arrhythmia. “I’ll always look up to you.”