I Hate Him Yet Love Him

(Y/n POV)
I hate him...I hate him...I hate him...ugh...why won't repeating the phrase work on me. I chugged my third shot, slamming the end of the glass against the bar table. Fuck...what's gotten into me? I can't have feelings for him...ugh...he's strong and a good friend but he reads that pornographic novel of Icha Icha. Jeez how bad could Jiraiya get with that sick mind of his?

The bartender snaps his finger in my face, but I ignore it until it gets annoying, I growl, "What?"

"You alright, m'am?"

I sigh, rubbing my brows, "I wish..."

"Drinks not gonna make it better."

I adjusted my Konoha headband tied around my head, the thin fabric letting the cold, smooth touch of the metal plate, press against my forehead. I sigh, "Yeah..."

~Training Zone~
I kicked the last of the dummies down, bits of the straw flinging out of place. Panting, I look around, all the training dummies either destroyed or out of place. I need to talk to the Hokage about more dummies. I panted, wiping my forehead of the oncoming sweat rolling down my head. The sun beat at me with its fury and heat despite how it slowly lowered over the horizon as the moon began filling its spot and stars and a dark sky following it. I grabbed my stuff and take a sip from my water bottle. I guess alcohol isn't as affective as training when trying to clear my head.

"You've been busy," I hear the voice I least wanted to hear behind me.

I don't look back but reply to Kakashi, "Just trying to get something off my chest."

I hear the skid of his sandals against the ground as he comes closer and replies, "You've got nothing to hide from me, (y/n)."

I turn my head, looking at my friend and partner in leading Team 7, saying coldly, "What the hell do you mean?"

A small gust brushed past, his silver locks waving with it. Kakashi wore his usual outfit with the shinobi vest and loose pants. Of course the mask was on. Why was he so self conscious. He speaks, his chin moving under the mask, "I know you've got something to hide from me. And whatever it is, I should know."

"You and I are both Jounin, Hatake. You're no higher than me so don't try to boss my ass around."

Only his right eye could be seen as narrowed since his Sharingan and eye scar from our youth was covered by his adjusted headband. He replies, "Getting icey and using last names now, (y/n) (l/n)?"

"Don't turn this into a problem. We'll both destroy this training zone and there goes our expenses."

He comes up to me, glaring down at me with eye. I returned it with the same look on my face. Why was I shaking a little? Ugh why do I feel so tense and nervous? My heart was pounding loudly, I thought Kakashi was listening to it and using it as advantage to get something out of me. Don't tell me that it's true...

He replies, "Is that so? So I might as well use Plan B."

Plan B? Kakashi grabs my shoulders shoving me up against a tree. I growl angrily. He pins my arm down against the tree, a taut grip around my wrist. I push against his grip, twitching and moving all over to get out of his grasp, but the training fatigue got to me. Before I could demand for Kakashi to let me go, he hooked his finger over his mask, pulling his mask down. My eyes dilated, and I began blushing furiously, just realizing how close he was to me and the handsome face heightened my embarrassment. The moment he revealed his face felt slow mo. His face was perfect. His petite nose, the tiny mouth, everything...oh god...what the hell has gotten into me...Just when I thought that Kakashi coming this close to me was the worst, he leans in pressing his lips against mine. My eyes were at its largest dilation and I froze there stupidly. What the fuck was happening...I was completely lost, losing my ability to comprehend. I had no idea how to respond to this. Kakashi presses my body closer to his and moves his lips roughly, like he wants a response. All I could do was reply back by kissing back but not as roughly. His dominance guided me slowly, when he shoved his tongue in my mouth, I slid mine against his into his mouth, twining them together. I couldn't tell what I was feeling because I was lost in the kiss. He pulls away slowly to my dismay, a string of saliva connecting our lips. He forces me into locking our eye contact. I look into his right eye, searching for what he was feeling. But it was difficult to with that distractingly handsome face. I felt my heart was pounding less then it did before Kakashi kissed me. Was it relief? Was it realization? Well it's kinda obvious that I do love him so no point in saying I hate him. But now, it was twinging at me if that kiss meant anything to him.

Kakashi smirks, sliding his mask back on and adding, "Not bad. I guess I could say great kissing, (y/n)."

I growl, "Shut up."

"You do realize why I chose to do that?"

"Being the pervy pig you are, why do you need me to answer that question?"

Kakashi leans against the tree next to me, saying, "Yes I am a perv. But I do care and worry about you. And sometimes I may go to far with that."

"What do you mean?"

He sighs, "I'm kinda like you, (y/n). I keep denying feelings for you over and over until it comes to a point where it's no use but accepting it. You're just gonna have to do the same with your feelings with me."

I glare at him, growling, "Isn't your ego big to declare that I have feelings for you?"

He chuckles, "It's not hard to tell. I can tell you were so into the kiss."

I punch his arm playfully, looking at the ground with a red face, "Shut up..."

He laughs, facing me again, kissing my cheek. I push against him, saying, "Stop it."

"No need to be so resistance to your new boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Stop it."

He laughs, "Aww c'mon please?"

I sigh. He was right about my feelings and there was no turning back now. Besides it's not like I'll ruin me as a ninja, "Fine..."

"Yay!" He cheers, hugging me close

I snicker. Kakashi you idiot, my idiot now.