Our Story {Kakashi X Reader}

|Part Thirty Nine|

|YOU|

Boxes littered Kakashi's living room. Some contained clothes, some contained trinkets and decorations, and I somehow had to find somewhere to put all of it.

I carried a box of socks and undergarments into the bedroom and opened the top drawer of the dresser. It was filled with coloured boxers and an assortment of masks and socks. There was no room for any of my things. A complication I had run into with more than just the sock drawer.

Kakashi's strong arms wrapped around my waist and his chin rested in the curve of my neck. "How's it going?"

I sighed. "Could be better. Would you be able to make room in the dresser?"

Kakashi pulled away slightly. "You're the woman I plan to share my life with. I can obviously make some room."

The skin of my cheeks grew warm and I turned in Kakashi's arms. I wasn't sure what I expected to see. If I was being overly imaginative I would hope to see him in nothing, but instead he was dressed in a clean button down and navy blue slacks.

"What's the occasion?"

Kakashi's eyes squinted with a smile. "I'm taking you on our first date."

This whole situation couldn't get any more shocking. "Where are we going?"

Kakashi stepped away and started rifling through one of my boxes. "You'll have to wait and see. But I do want you to wear this." He held up a red romper.

"Interesting choice."

Kakashi's smile remained as he sauntered out of the room. "Get dressed."

I stripped down and pulled the romper on. The legs were floor length and made of a loose material that flowed behind me as I walked. The bodice was low cut with thin straps, exposing more of my chest than I would have chosen for myself.

Stepping out of the bedroom, I felt a bit self conscious. Kakashi and I had seen every part of each others bodies, but there was something about a 'first date' that had a different level of intimacy. It made the palms of my hands clammy and my stomach jitter.

"You look amazing."

My body temperature was getting dangerously high. "If you keep this up, we're not going to make it out that door."

"As tempting as that sounds," Kakashi spoke, draping his arm over my shoulders. "We have dinner reservations."

I couldn't remember if I'd ever been to a formal  dining restaurant. The dates I had been on before were casual. Walks along the river, coffee and lunch. One guy took me on a picnic, and though it was nice it was nothing like what Kakashi had planned.

The restaurant we arrived at was in the basement of a bar and grill. Two interesting businesses to be located together. A cement staircase lead down onto a landing lined with red carpet, and in front of the door was a man dressed in a burgundy suit.

"Name?" He asked.

Kakashi answered. "Hatake."

The man took us inside and I was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. There were no windows. The only lighting in the room was from the candles in the centre of each table, and lining the pillars along the walls. It gave off a romantic atmosphere.

We were seated in a corner booth and Kakashi sat with his back turned to the rest of the tables. Soon after our waiter left, he pulled down his mask.

I would never get sick of watching him reveal his face. It gave me pleasant chills every time.

"This place is beautiful," I whispered.

Kakashi smirked. "At the risk of sounding cliché—"

"Don't you dare," I jokingly scolded, shaking my head.