Disobedient Desires (KakaSaku)

Dangerous Desires

Kakashi Hatake sat at his desk, staring blankly at the stack of papers in front of him. The classroom was empty now, save for the lingering echo of footsteps in the hallway. He could still feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, clinging to him even after Sakura had left.

He let out a long breath, rubbing his temple as if that might help dislodge the thoughts running rampant through his mind.

This can't go any further.

He had meant every word of it. The boundary between them was immovable, absolute. She was a student—his student—and it was his responsibility to maintain that line. But as much as he wanted to pretend that everything was as it should be, Kakashi couldn't shake the way her wide, green eyes had looked up at him—vulnerable, afraid, and yet... wanting.

He cursed under his breath, leaning back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer to this mess was written in the cracks above him.

He had made a mistake today, letting things go as far as they had. He should have shut it down the moment he felt the shift in the air between them, the moment he sensed something more than just a typical student-teacher interaction. But instead, he had let it linger, let it build, and now...

Now it was too late.

There was no denying the pull he felt toward her. From the very first day she'd stepped into his classroom, he'd been aware of it—a quiet, nagging tension that simmered under the surface, threatening to boil over every time their eyes met.

And today... today had pushed him dangerously close to the edge.

He clenched his fist, a wave of frustration coursing through him. He knew better than this. Knew what was at stake, knew what kind of trouble he'd be inviting if he let his desires get the better of him. He was her teacher, her authority figure. There were rules, and he had never been one to break them.

But with Sakura, something was different. He couldn't pinpoint when it had started—maybe it was the way she challenged him in class, her sharp mind and fierce determination pulling him in. Or maybe it was the moments when she wasn't saying anything at all, when he caught her staring at him with a look that sent heat rushing through his veins, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

He shouldn't be thinking about her like this. He knew that. And yet, the more he told himself to stay away, the more he found himself drawn to her.

"I'm afraid of you."

Her words had struck him in a way he hadn't anticipated, reverberating through him long after she'd said them. But it wasn't just fear he had seen in her eyes—it was something deeper, something darker. Something that mirrored the very same desires he was trying to suppress.

Kakashi closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. He had to get control of this, of himself. Whatever was happening between them, it couldn't go on. Not if he wanted to protect both of them from the inevitable fallout.

He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze drifting toward the window. Outside, the sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The school was quiet now, and the silence only served to amplify the thoughts swirling in his mind.

How had it come to this? How had a simple student-teacher relationship become so complicated, so twisted? He wasn't blind—he had noticed the way she looked at him, the way her breath hitched when he got too close, the flush that crept up her neck when he spoke to her in that low, commanding tone. And the worst part was, he couldn't stop himself from responding to it.

He should have stopped it—should have stopped her.

Instead, he had pushed. Tested the boundaries. He had wanted to see how far she would go, how far they both would go. And now, here he was, trying to pretend that the line he had so carefully drawn hadn't already begun to blur.

Damn it.

Standing abruptly, Kakashi crossed the room to the window, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stared out at the darkening sky. His mind was a mess, torn between the desire to do what was right and the far more dangerous urge to see just how far this would go before everything came crashing down.

He could still picture the way she had looked at him today, her cheeks flushed, her breathing uneven as she stood in front of the class, reading that piece of writing that had been anything but fictional. Every word she'd spoken had been laced with truth, her voice trembling with unspoken desires.

And when she had said she was afraid—he had seen right through her. She wasn't afraid of him. No, she was afraid of what he made her feel. And that terrified her just as much as it did him.

Kakashi's grip on the windowsill tightened. He should end this. Should make it clear that whatever was happening between them was nothing more than a fleeting moment, a mistake that could never be repeated.

But even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew it wasn't that simple.

Because the truth was, he didn't want it to end. He didn't want to stop.

He could still feel the heat of her body standing so close to his, the way her lips had parted in surprise when he asked her that question—"What are you afraid of?" He had been testing her, pushing her to admit what they both knew was already there, simmering just beneath the surface.

And now, he was standing on the edge of a dangerous precipice, unsure whether to pull back or let himself fall.

He couldn't afford to fall. Not with her.

But as much as he tried to tell himself that, there was a part of him—dark and reckless—that was already too far gone. And that part of him didn't care about the rules, didn't care about the consequences.

That part of him wanted her.

Kakashi sighed, pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the window. He was an idiot for letting it get this far. An absolute fool.

But even now, knowing all the reasons why this was wrong, knowing the risks—he couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

A soft knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. He straightened, his heart skipping a beat as the door creaked open.

For a moment, he thought it might be her.

But it wasn't. It was another student, asking for help with an assignment. He quickly composed himself, pushing the dark thoughts to the back of his mind, and addressed the student as if nothing was amiss.

But even as he spoke, his mind was elsewhere.

This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

And he had no idea what he was going to do about it.