ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ || yandere! kakashi

7. (y/n) (l/n)

but i'm the only one that you need

|･ﾟﾟ･chapter seven･ﾟﾟ･|

She watched in anticipation, toes curling in her tennis shoes. Was this going to be her very first kiss?

(y/n) had dreams of how her first kiss would happen. They were all different; sometimes she would end up kissing an auburn-haired man at a space station or a blonde dragon king that kidnapped her because she was that beautiful. The only thing that was consistent in her dreams was her body.

Every dream that she wished was reality had her in it, but she had the body of a super model. Fantasy (y/n) had clear, smooth skin that lacked any acne scars, blemishes and other imperfections her grandparents would judge her for. There was no need for makeup for Fantasy (y/n) because she had a symmetrical face with cute cheeks, a flattering nose, and wonder-filled eyes.

Fantasy (y/n) never had ratty hair, but instead she had picture-perfect locks. Every day was a different hair style so she'd appear more put together. Her clothing would be edgy, yet feminine. The outfits would show off the right amount of skin that caught boys' attention and still had a sense of modesty.

Her clothing choices would emphasize Fantasy (y/n)'s beautiful body. In her dreams, she lacked a muffin top, flat a$s, and stretch marks. She would look like a doll that all the boys would drool over. Nice, thick thighs, stunning abs, and not a trace of fat to be seen; that's what (y/n) strives for. Often times, (y/n)'s been told how that girls like that don't truly enjoy life. How is that possible? They have fame, money, and a healthy body. Isn't that what any sane person wants?

"Maybe next time," Kakashi whispered, letting the elastic of his mask snap back. He backed away, observing his masterpiece. Before real (y/n)'s eyes, Fantasy (y/n) dissipated into nothingness. "Shall we start?"

"Oh, um." That was the whole reason why she was at the gym-- to train relentlessly. While Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke were preparing for the end-of-year Chunin exams, (y/n) felt foolish for focusing on her body; she should be focusing on strengthening herself. "Sure," She said.

In the corner of the room, next to the weight shelves, were the community exercising mats stacked on top of each other. Kakashi, grasping (y/n)'s wrist lightly, dragged her over there to get herself one.

She did as expected and grabbed the top one. They both then went near the back where there was space away from the mirrors and various machines. (y/n) hasn't even begun exercising yet and she's already working up a sweat-- at least, her palms were.

(y/n)'s hands were clenched until her fists turned white., making them uncontrollably clammy. The foam of the mat stuck onto her hand she rolled it out onto the hard concrete floor. When she pulled away, it sounded like she was taking a part velcro. The teen girl didn't understand why she felt so out of breath even though she didn't run on the treadmill yet.

Perhaps it's my lungs giving out on me, she thought. Or maybe it's asthma? Does that mean I should invest in an inhaler, (y/n) cringed at the thought. That would suck for her if she did have asthma.

While wandering in Lala Land, the (h/c)-ette didn't even realize Kakashi sneak away from her.

WITH KAKASHI:

He knew a lot about (y/n). First of all, he knew that (y/n) was socially awkward, especially when it came to meeting new people around her age. Older people -adults that were ten years older than her- weren't as judgmental as her peers. Today he learned that (y/n) was extremely tense around lean, good-looking, and flirty men.

Second, (y/n) was very conscious about her body. She didn't not say it out loud but her mannerisms spoke for her. When Kakashi arrived, he noticed (y/n)'s arms were crossed, covering her stomach. She also tugged on her sleeve often, pulling them down. Now, Kakashi was no psychology student, but it didn't take one to notice how insecure she was.

Last, but certainly not least, (y/n) spaced out a lot. Kakashi assumed it was some sort of defense mechanism she put up whenever she was in a situation that she didn't expect. It was a dangerous trait that could lead to her demise, he concluded.

What he didn't know was who she really was. She has changed a lot since he was in high school. He remembered how much she smiled and joked around with everyone. By the looks of it, she became more reserved, but (y/n)'s flare was still there, buried deep inside her. Kakashi was determined find out who she really was.

But his ultimatum -his end goal- was to win her heart and keep her in his clutches forever.

Kakashi made his way over to the men's restroom, the muttering of (y/n)'s thoughts becoming faint. As much as he hated the thought of leaving (y/n) to fend for herself, he had a strain that was becoming a rough problem to deal with.

It was either pinning her on that mat and taking her virginity right there and then or go into a bathroom stall and take care of his friend himself.

He would prefer the first choice, however (y/n) deserved to be treated like a queen. Who was he to just take her virginity in front off all those dirty Shinobi? It was a bold -and illegal- move that she wouldn't appreciate. He wouldn't like all those eyes wandering over her naked form.

Kakashi reasoned with himself to choose the latter; so he went into a stall, the farthest away from the door. He slipped down his navy blue sweatpants, letting them drop to the tiled floor.

WITH (Y/N):

"Huh? Where'd he go?" She asked to no one in particular. Her head moved back and forth, trying to catch a silver-haired man-- the same man that ditched her. She supposed that he just went to the restroom, yet she found it rude that he didn't let her know at first.

I didn't think I would bore him so soon, (y/n) sighed, sitting on the ground. She started to stretch her legs, letting her mind drift to the unforgivable place called self-deprecation. The train of thought has left the station. Woot-woot!

No, not woot-woot. More like, here we go again.

Humming the tune of Buttercup by Jack Stauber to distract herself, she stuck out her leg then tried to reach for her toes. Whether she touched them or not, it was still a good stretch that opened her hips and allowed her to warm up her leg flexibility.

She did the same to her other leg. The noisy crashes of people re-racking their weights and the hums of the machines that pushed people to their limits at a leisurely pace gave (y/n) some peace. The pants and the overplayed hype music that played on the speakers comforted her.

In push-up position, she started doing as many push-ups as she could in a row without stopping. The blood rushed to her head, but she ignored it. It was one of the three exercises she knew; the other two being squats and sit-ups. She remembered videos about exercises and working out always showing up on her recommended, but (y/n) always scrolled pass them. She regretted watching mukbang videos instead of doing her research before coming to the gym.

(y/n)'s arms shook as she went down one last time before collapsing on the mat. She huffed. It would be nice if someone taught her something less eye-catching; after all, she was the only one on the floor while the others were standing, using the machines.

"You look like you wanna learn," A voice said to her, her (e/c) hues glancing upwards.