Falling for my Sensei ?? Kakashi Hatake x OC

Sakura

But more than anything I want to be that close to him again.

I want to feel his affectionate embrace, the way he protectively wraps his muscular arms around me... making me feel safe, making me feel loved.

I long for the feeling of his chest pressed up against me as I nuzzle my head into his neck where I fit so perfectly.

Maybe I should just call-

I hear a small knock on my front door.

Anyone that would usually come over to my house, has a key and would just walk right in... except for maybe Kakashi since we're not exactly on speaking terms.

My heart flutters in my chest as hope rises that he may have come to talk to me. I stand up and rush to my door.

I throw open my door only to be left severely disappointed.

"Why are you here?" I scowl at the pink haired girl who I had pinned against a tree a couple of hours ago.

"Why are you in underwear and a tshirt?" She looks at me like I've just offended her.

"Why are you here Sakura?" I snap.

"Who would you even feel comfortable enough with to answer the door in your underwear?" She looks intrigued.

I roll my eyes.

"It's my apartment. I didn't feel like wearing pants." I shrug and start to close the door but I'm stopped by Sakura's big ass foot, keeping it open.

"Look, can we talk?" Her cheeks are a bright pink color as she stands there twirling a loose strand of her hair, looking nervous.

I pause for a moment and decide I've drank enough wine to get me through a conversation with her.

I open the door a bit wider and gesture for her to come in.

She walks past me and into my living room looking around as she does.

"This is really nice! How long have you lived here?"

"Almost 4 years. I moved here right before I lost my sister."

She throws me a sympathetic look.
"Right..."

I walk away from her and head to the balcony to grab the bottle of wine I had abandoned.

I come back to the living room and see that she's made herself comfortable on my couch.

"Want some wine?" I ask her as I grab a glass from my cabinet and fill it to the brim.

Her eyes widen and she looks as if I've committed an awful crime.

"It's only 4 in the afternoon Ari."

I take a sip from my glass making eye contact with her. I lick the wine off my bottom lip as to not waste a single drop.

"So?"

She watches me clearly trying to hold back a smile.

"Alright, yes, thank you."

I grab another glass and fill it half way for her and walk over to the couch to hand her the glass of wine.

"Don't spill on my couch."

She doesn't respond, instead she takes a small sip from her glass and cringes at the sour flavor.

"Okay, so what? Why are you here?"

I don't feel like playing her games right now. I'm suspended for a week, partially because of her.