Falling for Temptation (A Kakashi Hatake story) Naruto fanfic

Special Chapter: What Ifs

What if they were college students attending the same university?

Nhira, a whirlwind of second-year psych student energy, practically lived in the college library. Nose perpetually buried in a textbook on attachment theory, she only looked up when the threat of caffeine withdrawal loomed. That's when she first saw him – Itachi Uchiha. Tall, with dark hair that defied gravity and an air of quiet intensity that screamed "don't disturb."

He wasn't her type, not usually. But there was something about Itachi's focused stillness that intrigued her. Maybe it was the way he devoured political science textbooks, highlighting passages with a meticulousness that rivaled her own color-coded notes.

One rainy afternoon, "Excuse me," he mumbled, "is this seat taken?"

Nhira looked up, startled. "Oh! No, not at all. Please, have a seat."

Itachi sheepishly pulled out a chair and began arranging his notes. He was in Intro to Political Science, a fact Nhira gleaned from the mountain of textbooks in front of him.

"Thanks," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Nhira found herself crammed next to him at a communal table. Mustering her courage, she blurted, "Those Machiavellian theories sure are depressing, huh?"

Itachi startled, then surprised her with a chuckle. "They can be," he admitted, a hint of amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "But also fascinating, wouldn't you agree?"

And that's how it started. Nhira, with her infectious enthusiasm, and Itachi, the quiet observer, found themselves drawn together by late-night study sessions fueled by questionable cafeteria coffee.

Their conversation flowed easily. She, energized by his thoughtful insights, forgot all about her looming psych midterm. As they walked back to their dorms, she felt a pang of disappointment when they reached the inevitable fork in their paths.

Meanwhile, across campus, Kakashi, a laid-back fourth-year electrical engineering student, was captivated by Nhira from afar. He'd seen her in the Psych 101 class he took as an elective, enamoured by her passionate debates about the nature of free will. He finally gathered the courage to approach her after a particularly lively lecture on personality disorders.

"Hey," he said casually, leaning against the wall outside the classroom. "That was an interesting point about the childhood influence on psychopathy."

Nhira, surprised, turned to see a silver-haired guy with a lazy eye smile. "Oh, hey! You were the one who argued for the genetic component. Interesting perspective."

Kakashi chuckled, his eye crinkling. "I like to play devil's advocate. But seriously, you made some good points too."

Their conversation flowed easily, ranging from Freud to the merits of instant ramen versus a balanced meal (a topic of great debate for perpetually sleep-deprived college students).

Nhira, grateful and a little flustered, found herself drawn to the masked mystery that was Kakashi. He was the calm to her storm. Soon, they found themselves spending lunch breaks together, discussing everything from the merits of a good conspiracy theory (Nhira's favorite) to the latest advancements in artificial intelligence (Kakashi's).

The clatter of textbooks hitting the table sent Nhira scrambling to gather them. A sheepish grin spread across Itachi's face, his raven hair falling over his eyes as he helped.

"Sorry, Nhira-senpai. Still getting used to the college hustle," he chuckled.

Nhira knew that excuse well. Itachi had tripped her with those same charm and textbooks three times this week. Nhira couldn't decide if it was accidental or a calculated ploy to steal a few minutes of her time.