It was impossible not to notice the teacher's eyes on you, it was too noticeable for anyone with the slightest perception. You were no fool, you returned it with a pout, pretty cute and bit your lips back at him. It wasn't so well hidden when after years of him teaching you ninja techniques and how to improve them to their maximum potential he found himself staring at you for longer than expected, that uniform was just too tight, it would catch anyone's attention, right?

Deep down, Kakashi knew better than anyone that he was training you for wars, hard and dangerous battles, that's why all that rigidity, he feared that you would leave like everyone else he loved, it was simply scary, you were his student, although anyone could say that there was little more than a student-teacher relationship. You were 19 years old, after all. It wasn't a sin, right?

You were simply too mature for your age.

He knew how things worked, but he couldn't help it, not when those eyes of yours analyzed him so perfectly during class, looking away as soon as he noticed her gaze, she was beautiful. He would protect you from anything, from anyone who dared to hurt you. He had lost enough people.

He couldn't help but enjoy the view of your workouts, giving you sidelong glances as he read his book. He sighed as he approached you, placing his thick hands on your lower back, straightening your posture. "This is the correct position, I told you that, right?" he said calmly. "Adjust this and it will be perfect." he whispered, his nose lightly inhaling the scent of your hair, the touch almost imperceptible. It was sweet, maybe a little too much with you.

So in love. He was in danger!