Falling for my Sensei ?? Kakashi Hatake x OC

Birthday Wish (Kakashi ???)

"Don't bite your lip. You know what that does to me." He nearly growls in the middle of the street.

I pull myself away from the intensity of his gaze as to not further taunt my arousal.

Unfortunately for the both of us, we've listened to Sakura's instructions a little too well this week. And I feel as if we're both at our breaking point.

It's Friday already so we can almost see the finish line since Monday is right around the corner.

He leans in and his lips connect with mine. He lingers against me, prolonging the sweet kiss. Desire bubbles in my lower belly, aching for what I haven't had in almost two weeks.

"Fuck." He groans as he pulls away from me. "This is torture." I giggle at his frustration but low key feel the same way.

"Just a couple more days." I remind him. He rolls his eyes as he takes my hand in his again and we finish the walk to his place.

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"Your home is always so..." I look around, struggling to find the right word.

"Gray."

He chuckles at my choice of description.

"Thanks. I'll send you the name of my interior designer." I snort at his sarcastic retort as he walks away from me and into his bedroom.

His apartment has always looked depressing and nearly vacant for as long as I can remember.

Other than the black couch in the middle of the tiny living room area, a single table and chair were the only other pieces of furniture in the common area of his home.

The only things that brought a little bit of light into this dreary place were the framed photographs he hung on his wall.

The few times I've come over here, admiring the photos was my favorite thing to do.

The wall was littered with pictures of himself with all of his loved ones.

My eyes bounced from frame to frame taking in the sight of Kakashi as a baby in his parents arms. We don't talk about his parents much since he doesn't remember a lot about his mother, and his father is still a sore spot for him.

I move onto the next photo of Team Minato. They too had all perished, except for Kakashi.

My heart aches for the lonely child that lived within these walls at some point.

My eyes roam over the pictures of our Team Seven and I cringe inwardly at how much has changed from those photos.

I search among the frames for my favorite picture, one that I keep a copy of in my wallet.

I stop as they land on the photograph I cherish so dearly.

Iruka, Asuma, Kakashi, Kurenai and I all posed together at the village gates. The photograph was taken as Asuma, Kakashi and I said our farewells to Iruka and Kurenai before they went on their mission.

The mission that had resulted in her death.

"It's my favorite too." Kakashi says in my ear as his hands snake their way around my waist from behind.

I tilt my head towards him as I lean my back against his chest.

"Let's get these chores done. This place makes me feel off." He mumbles.

He let's go of me and heads towards the laundry room as I turn to follow him.

"Maybe It's the two pieces of furniture you have. Or the gray walls.  Or the-"