My Next Door Neighbour (Kakashi x OC)

16 // Boyfriend

I wake up early the following morning, the bed sheets sprawled about and twisted around my legs. It must be around seven because the streets are still fairly calm and the sounds of birds chirping waft through the open window. I groggily roll out of bed and stretch, it's always nice to sleep at home and on a real bed after a mission. As I walk into the kitchen I see the tray I had brought out on the balcony last night with two empty tea cups. I blush and feel butterflies in my stomach as I think back to last night. 

He kissed me back! I think to myself as I absent-mindedly start taking ingredients out. Flour, sugar, cinnamon, butter, eggs, shortening... 

At seven in the morning, I am making an apple pie, caught in the daze of falling for someone and going over the events of last night in my mind. 

I felt him kiss me back when I pressed my lips on his, his hand softly gripping my thigh. We pulled away and gazed at each other briefly before he quickly kissed me again.

"Just had to be sure this wasn't a dream," he says. I giggle.

"Why would it be a dream? Unless you've been having dreams about me..." I reply teasingly. 

I take a quick shower while the pie bakes, still reliving the sensation of his mouth against mine. I brush my fingers over my lips thinking of it. 

The wound from the mission is looking a lot better and I decide that it would be a good day to do some chakra training, nothing too intensive. After getting dressed in a grey t-shirt and some sweats, I hear a knock at the door. 

"Coming!" I yell across the flat, sliding on the wood floors as I rush to answer. I open the door to find Kakashi standing there in a sleeveless shirt and without a mask. Instead, he is using his book to cover the bottom half of his face as he reads.

"Wow, you would risk leaving your place without your mask to come see me? I'm flattered," I joke. He grins as he closes the book and puts it in his pocket.

"Well, I was kind of hoping you would kiss me again," he answers flirtatiously. I grab his hands and pull him inside, closing the door. He softly puts one hand on my waist and brings the other to my neck. Placing my hands shyly on his shoulders, we kiss. I can feel that my face is pink. When he pulls away, we look at each other and both smile cheesily. 

"By the way," he starts. "Are you baking? I came by because I could smell apple pie from my apartment."

"Oh! Thank you for reminding me!" I go quickly to the stove, grabbing a tea towel to take the pie out of the oven. The smell of cinnamon and apples in the room is even stronger than before.

"I didn't know you could bake, any kind of cooking is very unlike you, Haricotte." Damn, that nickname again. I don't think I will ever get rid of it. 

"I was quite dazed when I made it to be honest," I reply. "But um, it's for you." He looks at me surprised but grateful and I turn away shyly, avoiding his gaze.

"That's so sweet of you, thank you!" he exclaims, coming up to me and kissing me on the forehead. I blush. I'm just not used to showing him affection so readily yet.

"Hey Mariko," he says, looking serious all of a sudden. I look at him intrigued. "I know I'm a few years older than you, and I want you to know that we can take things at your pace. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything you aren't ready for or comfortable with." He looks a little flustered.

"Thanks 'kashi, I really appreciate you acknowledging that and being understanding and accommodating." I smile up at him. "But try not to worry about it, I'll be good."

"Okay okay, I just wanted to check in." 

"Did you have any plans for the day?" He questions resting his arms on my waist as I rest mine on his shoulders.