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Honestly, Guy couldn’t understand why Kakashi thought he wouldn’t be able to tell that Sukea was him.
Sure, the disguise was impressive, and Guy was famously bad with faces, so he wouldn’t see through it, per se. But Guy had other methods of discerning.
A kiss to his forehead.
A gentle hand brushing his hair away from his face.
A thumb brushing against his cheek.
A warm body pressed against him.
A tongue memorizing all his dips and curves.
It was almost insulting that Kakashi thought Guy wouldn’t guess who Sukea really was.
After all, Kakashi still tasted like himself.