I wake up feeling uncomfortably warm. The heat in the room is almost suffocating.
As I start to stir, I'm surprised to feel an arm draped over my waist.
My back is pressed against his bare skin, and it only takes a second to realize—Kakashi is spooning me in my bed.
Oh, shit.
Not only that, but I'm only in my underwear.
Panic surges through me. I need to move without waking him—anything to avoid an awkward situation. I slowly try to lift his arm off me, gently placing it down on the bed.
I slide out from under him, quietly standing up. I glance back at him, then move to cover him with the blanket.
When I look down at him, my heart skips a beat.
Sunlight filters through a crack in the blinds, casting a soft glow over Kakashi's face, highlighting his chiseled jawline and full lips.
He's... one incredibly handsome man.
I shake my head, snapping myself out of it.
What the hell? That's KAKASHI. What's wrong with me?
Maybe I need to get laid.
I chuckle quietly to myself as I pull the curtains to block out the sunlight that's been creeping in.
Kakashi stirs, stretching his arms up above his head. He blinks sleepily, glancing at me with a lazy smile.
"Good morning, sunshine," I say, walking toward the mirror to brush through my hair.
I catch him in the reflection, and my eyes can't help but linger on him. As he sits up, the blanket falls away, revealing his toned stomach.
I've seen him shirtless before, but something about this moment feels different.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm in my bed, in my underwear, and he spooned me all night. That feels... awfully intimate?
I glance at his face in the mirror, and my breath catches when I notice his gaze fixed on... my ass?!
Oh, right. I'm still in my underwear and a t-shirt. My butt's probably sticking out from under my shirt while I brush my hair.
Oops.
I look back at myself in the mirror, trying to act casual, but instead, I subtly stick my ass out a little more as I stretch higher to brush through my hair. I make sure my shirt lifts just a bit more.
He clears his throat, and I lock eyes with him in the reflection. His face turns bright red.
I smirk, doing my best to keep it cool.
"You want some breakfast?" I ask casually.
He nods, but there's a slight hesitation in his response.
"Uh, you go ahead. I think I sat up too quickly... I'm a little hungover from yesterday."
I shrug, setting my brush down and walking out of the room, smiling to myself.
Kakashi's POV
I sit up in Ami's bed, trying to make sense of what happened. I spent the night... cuddling with her, didn't I?
Well, this is awkward.
I rub the back of my neck and look up at her. She's standing in front of the mirror, brushing her beautiful long hair.
My eyes catch the tiny tattoo on her wrist, the one she got when she was sixteen. Asuma, Iruka, and I almost lost our shit when we saw it. We didn't realize it said 'Kurenai' at first. After that, we let it slide.
But, we definitely confiscated her fake ID that got her into that tattoo parlor.
I let my eyes wander down her back for a second, but my breath catches when I see her t-shirt rise up slightly.
Her black panties peek out from under the hem, barely covering her shapely ass. The contrast between her pale skin and the dark material sends a jolt through me.
She stretches higher to brush her hair, and her ass pokes out even more from under the shirt.
I... I just want to reach out and touch.
My body reacts to the sight, and I feel myself harden.
Oh, fuck.
I clear my throat, trying to shake the tension from my body. But when I glance up, I catch her smirking at me through the mirror.
"Want some breakfast?"
She's way more chipper than when I found her in bed last night.
I can't move.
My body's fully awake now, and my mind is still reeling from the fact that I spent the night in bed with her, while she looked like... that.
We've been to the beach together before, so I've seen her in a bathing suit. But for some reason, it didn't hit me like this.
What the hell is wrong with me?
She's about to turn eighteen, and I'm thirty-two. She's my friend. This is so messed up.
"Uh, you go ahead. I think I sat up a little too fast... I'm a bit hungover from yesterday."
Actually, staring at your perfect ass has made me hard as hell, so I'll just sit here and wait for this to pass.
She shrugs and walks out of the room. I shake my head at myself.
Asuma's right; I probably need to get laid.
Once my body calms down, I stand up and walk into the bathroom. I splash cold water on my face, hoping that'll help.
Alright, now to put my shirt on. And hopefully, I can get her to put some damn bottoms on, too. Then everything will be fine.
I step out of the bedroom and head toward the living room, only to freeze when I see Asuma standing there, staring at Ari, who's holding a spatula in one hand, clearly pissed.
Then his gaze shifts to me, and his face goes from confusion to absolute fury.
Oh, shit.
I just walked out of Ami's bedroom without a shirt on, and she's standing in the kitchen in her underwear.
I place a hand behind my neck, giving him a nervous smile.
But then I see Asuma's eyes narrow, and I can tell he's ready to rip me apart.