Falling for my Sensei ?? Kakashi Hatake x OC

"It's this one. I know it is." I hold the bottle of rum up in my hand showing it to Kakashi.

He shakes his head, continuing his search along the shelves of different liquor bottles.

"No, it's not."

I sigh loudly.

"I've been drinking the same rum with Asuma for like a year now. Trust me this one is his favorite."

He takes the bottle from my hands, inspecting it.

"Okay, I think you're right."

I spit my tongue out at him.

"Finally, can we go now?"

Our plan is to give Asuma his favorite bottle of rum and order pizza from his favorite restaurant in hopes that it'll lighten the blow of Kakashi and I officially dating.

But we both know it's not going to be a pretty conversation no matter what we do.

Kakashi pays for the bottle and we walk the remaining way back to the apartment.

When we arrive, I decide to jump in the shower before they get here and Kakashi calls to order the pizzas.

When I finish showering I wrap a towel around myself and brush my hair out in the mirror, throwing it up in a top bun.

Before I put my clothes on I search my counter for the ointment the doctor prescribed me for my piercing unable to find it.

"Hey, Kakashi!" I yell hoping he'll hear me from the bathroom.

But he doesn't respond.

"Darn."

Iruka and Asuma won't be here yet so I guess I'll just get it myself.

I re wrap my towel around myself and walk out of my bedroom.

Kakashi is sitting on the couch reading his book.

"No wonder why you didn't hear me... you're distracted by your porn."

He doesn't turn around to face me. Instead he holds up the tiny jar of ointment in his hand.

"Looking for this?"

I walk to the back of the couch and try to snatch it out of his hand. Only I'm too slow and he brings it forward, out of my reach.

"You'll have to do better than that." He says.

I can see the smirk on his face as he continues reading his book.

"They're going to be here soon, quit playing." I whine in an irritated tone.

But low key, I love when he teases me like this.

"They won't be here for at least another half hour." He shakes the jar in between his fingers.

"Come and get it."

I can't help but smirk at the challenge.

I walk around the front of the couch and stand in front of him, gripping the top of my towel.

"Can I have it?" I say, putting out my palm.

He closes his book and looks up at me.

"Is that the right way to ask?" His eyes are alight with amusement as I roll mine.

"May I please have it?" I say sarcastically.

"May I please have it Sensei."

The way he says the last word creates a sudden fire in my belly.