Kakashi Finding Out You Read Icha Icha
It was a guilty pleasure of yours to read those books. You had never admitted out loud to anyone, Kakashi included, that you would sometimes pull them out from under your mattress when you felt particularly lonely.
So imagine Kakashi's face when he says something fairly innocent that happens to be in Icha Icha, and you respond with the exact same line as the character in the book. You two were cooking dinner and he froze and stared at the back of your head, then seemed to brush it off as coincidence. When he doesn't call you out you decide to have some fun.
When Kakashi comes back from a mission, you give him a big hug and make sure to use a quote from Icha Icha when the woman welcomes her lover back from war. You feel him freeze up in your arms and you're glad your face is buried in his shoulder because you can't hide the grin at his reaction.
There's a few times when you think he's figured it out (at least enough to accuse you) but he doesn't, either chalking it up to coincidence or waiting for more proof.
So you spend the next week while Kakashi is gone on a mission brushing up on the latest book that you know he had his nose buried in most of the time, taking notes of some good quotes to use. Some of them were more innocent and could be brushed off as everyday conversation but some of them...you're sure Kakashi wouldn't be able to deny where they came from.
It feels like forever until Kakashi finally comes home, kicks off his sandals and you meet him in the kitchen with a big hug and a grin. "I'm glad you got home safe." It was one of the more innocent quotes, but if you followed the scene it wouldn't be soon. "It was a hard one." With your arms still around him you froze - that was the next line. You slowly pulled back to see his eye turned up in a smile, so you soldiered on with the lines you knew followed. "I hope that's not the only thing that's hard."
He doesn't even say anything, just throws you over his shoulder and to bed the both of you go. He keeps following the lines with you but acting everything out moves too slowly so they were mumbled in a rush against your skin while he tugs off your clothes.
Afterwards you are tucked into his side, head on his chest and leg thrown over his and enjoying the way he traced small circles on your hip. He nuzzles his nose into your hair and you can hear the smile in his voice when he asks, "How many of them have you read?"
You wish you could see his face when you tell him, "All of them."