Kakashi Is Bad At Love (Yandere Kakashi)

Kakashi starts to get somewhere with love.

Kakashi never came back that night, and I was glad. He seemed like he was giving space, and I hoped that he would continue to do so. For ever. THough it was weird to think that he was the same man who had done all of those things.

I had sat on the bed for nearly an hour before finally gathering the courage to get up again and make my way to the bathroom. I knew I had to bathe, I would begin to feel too disgusting if I didn't. I also wanted to wash away the feel of Kakashi's hands on me. The lingering feeling of his breath.

I just wanted it gone.

I looked around the bathroom and saw that there was a new toothbrush in a box on the counter, on top of a freshly folded towel and one of my night shirts and a pair of underwear. He had been in my house. Again.

It really came as no surprise though, and I only sighed as I looked away from them. At least they were my clothes and I didn't have to go around naked. I stripped, debating on what I should do with my dirty clothes. I decided I would just put them in the basket behind the door. If I was going to be stuck here, I was going to at least keep it clean.

I showered, scrubbing every inch of my body until I was red. It was no use. I would just go back out there and sit on the same bed, the one that smelled like him. I knew I smelled like him too. I got out and dressed. I walked back out into the room and layed down, but I couldn't sleep. What felt like hours passed and I felt my stomach drop at any noise that came from outside the door. Finally, my body had had enough, and at nearly three in the morning, I fell into a fitful sleep.

I awoke in the morning, and expected to see my room. But the only thing I saw was the same bed that I had fallen alseep in.

So much for this being a terrible nightmare.

I tunred to my side, turning on the bedside lamp to make up for the lack of natural light from the nonexistant windows. That was when I saw it. Another note. So he was going to keep this part up then.

My love, My darling dove,

I can't believe I finally have you here. My heart is filled with so much happiness at the thought of you in the next room. My room, our room. I only grow to love you more as the days pass, and hopefully, now that you know who I am, you will begin to return my feelings.

I went back to your old house and grabbed the things that I thought you would be needing. They are already put away in the drawers. I will see you when I return from work.

Your Love,
Kakashi

A wave of mixed feelings washed through me. Was this adorable? Yes. If I hadn't been forced here against my will. My mind knew that this was wrong. That he was most certainly insane. But again, the want of him, grew ever so slightly. What was wrong with me? Why was it so hard to make my heart and mind get on the same page. But, who doesn't love waking up to love letters?

I walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawers. One was filled with his clothes, and the other mine. The one underneath it the same way. All neatly folded and organized. My eyes wondered to the shelves that were to the side of it, each one filled with books. As my eyes wondered over the titles, one shelf in particular caught my eye. It was filled with the complete Icha Icha Series. I couldn't help myself, but I gave a loud laugh. I reread the titles of the shelf before it, and the one above that one. The shelves were filled with many books that I recognized myself to be smut. I couldn't help but fold over myself as I kept laughing, trying to imagine him reading them.

I collected myself and walked over to the door, trying the handle, just in case. As I feared, it was still locked. I decided that I was going to find a way out of here. No matter what it took.