Naruto Imagines

Kakashi Hatake | Just Friends?

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x F!Reader
Prompt: "We aren't friends and you fucking know it"
Warnings: language, angst (with a happy ending!), alcohol consumption
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: Am I ever going to write a full fic that isn't about Kakashi? Who knows?

Kakashi, being one of your oldest friends, could always tell when something was off with you. The way you kept him at a distance was something he hadn't experienced often, only when he unintentionally did something to upset you. Walking to the training grounds, he couldn't help himself from thinking back to the other night. He couldn't remember much, having one too many drinks with Asuma; you and Kurenai watching along.

"Kakashi Sensei! You're late for training again!"

"Sorry, we'll be working on target practice for now."

Surprised by their sensei's lack of reasoning for being late, the kids just looked at each other in confusion. Kakashi just rested against a tree, too lost in thought to answer their questions.

-

As you returned from work later on in the late afternoon, you were surprised to see Kakashi out your apartment. The orange book shut and was put away as soon as he saw you coming closer. For the first time since you met him, you didn't want to be in his presence.

"Why are you here, Kakashi?" You barely looked up at him as you got the door open.

"One of my closest friends seems to suddenly want nothing to do with me. I'm supposed to just let her go? Did I do something to make you upset with me?"

And there is was, that one word that made your heart cave in your chest. 'Friends.' The feelings you had for the Copy Ninja was not how a friend should feel towards another.

"[Y/N]?"

A tear threatened to spill, eyes staring at the sky as you tried to control yourself. Your voice wavered as you spoke, and Kakashi hated himself more knowing you were upset over him.

"We're not friends, Kakashi."

"What?"

Sniffling, you raised your voice slightly, "You heard me. We aren't friends and you fucking know it."

Kakashi winced as the door slammed shut, staring at the wood for way too long. Something he hated even more was the sobs he could hear behind it. His hands shook as he reached to knock, but pulled away the last second. You both needed some space, and with that, he left.

-

The next few days were hell for Kakashi. Whether he was at home or on the training grounds with his students, his thoughts always traveled back to you. He missed the way you made him laugh, and the way you'd be so intrigued by the things he had to say - even if it was something casual. Or the smiles you'd give him when he was stressed, the reassuring words that everything would be okay.

But what Kakashi missed most was having you by his side.

Icha Icha didn't even seem to be enjoyable with the mood he was in. He couldn't lose someone else he cares for. If he felt miserable not talking to you for some days, he couldn't imagine how he'd feel if you walked out of his life forever.

-

The loud knock on your door startled you as you looked up from your book. Placing the bookmark between the pages, you shut the book and placed it on the table before getting up. You were surprised to see Kakashi on the other side, which you probably shouldn't have been. No one else would've knocked on your door this late at night.

"Kakashi, what- Why are you here?"

"Grab your shoes and come on, its a nice night out for a walk."

"Actually I was about to head to bed so-"

Kakashi placed a hand on your arm, "Please?"

You sighed, hating that you were unable to say no to him, "Yeah, okay. Let's go."

Silence overtook the both of you, tension building with each passing second. Kakashi's hand stayed on the back of his neck, nerves getting the better of him. You were sure you would end up walking around the entire village if you didn't speak up first, so you did exactly that.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you the other day."

"Oh, don't apologize for that. I just wish you'd talk to me instead of slamming the door in my face. I know I can be a dick sometimes but I never meant to hurt you."

You nodded, arms crossed over your chest as you tried to find the right words to say, "Things happen, Kakashi."

Kakashi hated that you hid away from him. He stopped walking, turning you to face him. His hands fell to his sides, seeing the sadness written across your features.

"That thing you said the other day, about us not being friends? You're right. Friends don't act like we do, and I'm sorry it took so long for me to come to terms with it. It's just," he sighed, "I've lost so many people. I didn't want the same thing to happen to you. The last couple of days without speaking to you fucking sucked. I don't want a lifetime of that."

You nodded, "I know, being away from you hurt like hell, but the thought of you hating me hurt worse."

Kakashi shook his head, "I could never hate you, [Y/N]. How I feel - hell, I couldn't put it into words if I tried."

You smirked, "You could try."

Kakashi just laughed, pulling you into him, "Actions speak louder then words, sweetheart."

He pulled down his mask, lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. The shock of Kakashi finally kissing left you quickly, your hands pressed against his chest as your lips moved against his own. All the pent up tension finally left the two of you. You both only coming apart when air was needed.

"So," Kakashi softly spoke when he caught his breath, "what happens next? Are we dating now?"

Your hand gently caressed his cheek, burning the image of his mask-less face into your memory, "We can figure that all out later. Right now, I just want you to kiss me again."

Kakashi smiled, making you swoon, "I can definitely do that."

Kakashi pulled you in for another knee-buckling kiss, the rising sun's rays illuminating your features. At the moment, that didn't matter. All that mattered in that moment was the two of you, finally together.