ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ || yandere! kakashi

8. sasuke uchiha

maybe i might love you

|･ﾟﾟ･chapter eight･ﾟﾟ･|

Sasuke felt it in his gut; something is wrong with Kakashi-Sensei. He may not know every single detail on the silver-haired man's life, but Sasuke did know that he wasn't one to be a touchy-feely man. He made sure to keep a close eye on both (y/n) and Naruto-- he was spotting for Naruto since he's a clumsy idiot.

For Sasuke, it was weird watching a college student caress a girl like (y/n). It made his heart clench when he realized (y/n) didn't mind the soft touches and flirting. Kakashi was bold, and that's what (y/n) yearned for, it seemed.

If that's what (y/n) wants, then that's what she will receive, Sasuke challenged, a smirk etched on his fair complexion. It was natural to become fired up about an upcoming battle, but when it's in the ring of love, Sasuke found out that there was a different kind of competitiveness laced with it.

Sasuke recently found out that he, the emo duck-butt of Konoha, fell in love with (y/n). Could you blame him? He found her intoxicating. From her shy tendencies to her gorgeous body, Sasuke understood why Kakashi-Sensei was interested in her. However, he assumed that it was a college-kid lust, not actual feelings.

And besides, Kakashi-Sensei was too old for (y/n). She is still a minor, just like Sasuke after all. It would be more socially acceptable if Sasuke dated (y/n) instead.

Sasuke, in a black, sleeveless shirt with a small towel draped around his neck, picked up two, fifty pound dumbbells and started doing the classic bicep curl. It was an exercise that douches used when trying to get a girl's attention at the gym. Every time he brought the weight to his shoulder, his bicep became more defined, along with the veins in his arms.

So focused on trying to lift the weights, he could practically feel eyes boring into his well-being. He smugly smiled, looking up only to find (y/n) pinned by Kakashi-Sensei, who was awfully close to the blushing girl. His jaw almost hit the floor, along with the dumbbells.

The pair of hope-seeking eyes belonged to none-other than Sakura Haruno. Everyone believed that she got over her obsession with Sasuke, but he knew that wasn't the case. She had a classic schoolgirl crush on him ever since grade school; it pissed him off because, no matter how many times he tried to push her away, she came at full force... Every. Single. Time.

There were times when she was tolerable, and those times she was either silent or not there. Sakura was the kind of girl who was too bubbly for her own good, in Sasuke's eyes. Constantly, she would talk his ear off. He made it a routine to hum in agreement while playing on his phone, not really paying attention to anything she had to say.

Longingly, Sasuke wanted to be in Kakashi-Sensei's position. A sense of modesty and embarrassment always prevented him to make daring moves like the dog-lover; but today, he was going to brush away any doubts that may be swimming around in his mind. Kakashi-Sensei was up to something, and Sasuke was going to be the one who would swoop in and save (y/n).

Sasuke eyed Kakashi-Sensei, who had his hand wrapped around (y/n) thin wrist. The two grabbed one mat, instead of two. The Uchiha could assume what Kakashi-Sensei was planning; the Jonin was going to teach (y/n) two-man exercises.

It was any horny man's dream to teach their latest interest a few exercises. Especially when their latest interest is wearing tight clothes. Sasuke, who had a shred of innocence, hasn't had those kinds of thoughts about (y/n). He often refused the idea of daydreaming, but he couldn't help but do exactly that.

From an outside perspective, Sasuke would be the logical -more healthy- choice for (y/n). Not only is he willing to wait an eternity for her, he has a notepads of different date ideas. He's okay trying anything, ax-throwing to zoo visits-- as long as he's with (y/n), he felt invincible.

The day Naruto's father and (y/n)'s mother got married was one out of a dream for many. However, for Sasuke, the night of the wedding was his favorite part. He lost sleep over it, thinking back to when his hands were placed on the (h/c)-haired girl's waist as they gazed into each other's eyes, her pearly whites only shining for him.

Coming out of his thoughts, Sasuke saw Kakashi-Sensei slip away. (y/n)'s lips were moving so he assumed that she was talking to his sensei beforehand. When it registered in (y/n)'s head that Kakashi-Sensei was gone, her head darted back and forth, (e/c) orbs scanning the facility.

With a look in between lost hope and frustration, (y/n) knitted her eyebrows and picked at her nails. She plopped down on the upholstered mat and started to stretch to the best of her abilities. In a longing manner, she stared at the other gym-attenders. Did she even know how to lift weights, Sasuke asked himself.

"Oi," He called out, turning his back on the girl. His voice caught her new step-brother's attention. Sasuke didn't wait for a response from the blonde. "Has she been to a gym before?" Sasuke questioned, letting his arms fall to the side.

Naruto had a deadpan look displayed on his face. He looked like he was a constipated meerkat as he tried to recall what (y/n)'s told him before. "No, I don't think so," Naruto guessed, not clearly remembering their small conversations.

"You really are a knucklehead," Sasuke sighed, putting his weights back onto the metal rack. "Sakura, spot Naruto."

"B-But Sasuke-kun! H-His weights are too h-heavy for me to help," Sakura whined, squishing her small chest in between her biceps.

"Just try," He replied dully, not bothering to stop in his tracks.

The emerald-hued girl growled at Naruto, hitting him upside the head. "What did you say to my Sasuke-kun?! Huh?"

"I-I don't even- OW!" He yelped after Sakura landed another punch on his shoulder.

"Answer me!" She snarled, grabbing the unresponsive blonde by the shoulders and shook him. The non-talkative boy sucked on his teeth, shaking his head at their foolish antics.

The apple of his color-changing eye was now doing push-ups, slowing down with each one. It wouldn't be long until her quivering arms gave out from underneath her. She managed to push out ten more before her arms refused to do any more.

Now that she wasn't distracted, Sasuke spoke up, "You look like you want to learn." Startled by the velvety voice, (y/n) jumped slightly before looking up at him.

To appear more proper, she stood up while tightening her ponytail. "I'm sorry?" She asked, hoping he would elaborate.

"The machines. Do you want to learn?" He said coolly, when in reality, his mind was going haywire. Sasuke appeared to have his life and hormones under control, but, at the end of the day, he was still a growing boy who just had a great facade.

"Yes, please!" She said eagerly, letting her true self shine before pulling it back. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell." (y/n) didn't want to seem obnoxious, especially in the eyes of an member of the powerful Uchiha clan.

"Don't worry about it," Is what Sasuke would've said if he had no filter. Instead he replied, "Tch, whatever. Let's just get this over with."

"Right," (y/n) nodded, outwardly expressing that she was not affected by his tone. She's known about his cold demeanor, but it still hurt that he treated her like everyone else. A small part of her hoped that, after their slow dance at her mother's wedding, he would have a soft spot for her. Only in fan-fictions, (y/n) sighed. Only in fan-fictions.