(1/2) Can I Ever Love Again?

Chunin exams continued

Hanako POV

So anyway a half drunk "Anko" and a tipsy Hamuno stumble into the house.

"Hehehheehe, take me to your room," she flirts.

He grunts and brings her legs around his waist and begins to kiss her hungrily.

Kakashi smirks and giggles a bit.

I blush a bit and watch.

They eventually lie down on the sofa together.

"Oh my gosh!" I turn my face into Kakashi's chest.

"Is it bad I want to watch?" my mom asks from behind us.

We're full of perverts in this house.

I could tell that Kakashi was getting a bit excited by watching.

I turn and see a bra flying over the couch.

"Oh my," I say and turn around again, pressing against Kakashi.

Kakashi moans, "Hanako....."

I blush, "I'm going to our room."

I can't deal with those sounds in the background.

I sprint and hop under the covers.

"How can they just watch something so private?" I ask myself.

"Some people aren't as innocent as you," Kakashi says.

"Oh! I didn't know you came in," I say quietly.

"What you saw....how did it make you feel?" he asks.

"What?" I ask surprised.

"Explain what you felt," he explains calmly.

"What are you? My sex ed teacher?" I ask sarcastically.

"Kind of," he smirks.

I sigh, "well, I felt tingly."

"Hmm? Elaborate." he says.

I groan, "I don't know...."

He sighs and looks away, "I need to uh use the bathroom."

He quickly gets off the bed and walks to the bathroom.

I sigh, that's one of my biggest fears, disappointing a man, but I honestly have no idea how to please them.

I sigh, "maybe Kakashi's books have the answers."

I get up and browse his bookshelf.

Everything is in alphabetical order thanks to Kaka's OCD.

Hmmmmm, what's a good book?

"What are you looking for?" Kakashi asks.

"Oh, um, how'd you know I was looking for something?" I ask.

"You've been staring at my bookshelf for ten minutes and mumbling to yourself," he says softly.

"Oh," I say and turn away from him embarrassed.

He walks over to me and grabs a book, "try this one."

I slowly grab the book and see there's no title.

"What is this?" I ask.

He sighs, "You think out loud a lot. You're scared, that you're going to disappoint me...or any man."

I blush in embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed, it's pretty normal," he says, "that's why I have this book."