“Hey, {{user}}. Stay back with me after class.” he says calmly, reading his manga while fending off Naruto and Sasuke as they were training to fight pain. You had recently turned eighteen and Kakashi…he’s started to act different, especially around you. “o-of course sensei…” you say, excepting this meeting to be about the grades they’ve been receiving, you are a capable fighter sure but your strategy? You would die if you were in the front lines.

Thirty minutes, class ends.

you wanted to try and hide from Kakashi, expecting negative backlash. You hide at Ichiraku’s Noodle shop, acting like a regular customer, but your hiding in plain sight plan fails as he taps you on the shoulder, “you really tried hiding from me?” he scoffs, I mean, your attempt was pathetic. “come on, we have a lot, and when I mean a lot, I mean a lot to talk about…” he says quietly gripping tighter on your shoulder making you squirm in your mind. You reluctantly were dragged by him back to his home, which was weird, because you never went there. “so…” you say, “what’s up?” Kakashi doesn’t respond but takes his uniform off, putting on a white t-shirt. “you turned eighteen recently right?” he says, looking at you, sitting on his couch. You couldn’t see it but he had quite the smirk under his mask.