ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ || yandere! kakashi

13. (y/n) (l/n)

why do you build me up, buttercup baby, just to let me down?

|･ﾟﾟ･chapter thirteen･ﾟﾟ･|

Sasuke sunk into the seat next to (y/n), resting his porcelain face in his palm. He watched (y/n) play an otome game from over her shoulder. Feeling his gaze, she scooted closer to him and directed her screen towards him. Sasuke's calculating eyes studied the flashing colors and 2d men on her phone, each one named after the devil. "Are you like, a demon or something?" He questioned, trying to understand the concept of her game.

"No, I'm a human transfer student studying at this demon school for a year," (y/n) corrected tonelessly, her eyes not diverting from her phone.

"Why are they dancing?" Sasuke asked, watching chibi human-demon fusion wobble and flip. Hearts popped up in a pattern, and (y/n)'s fingers quickly tapped them, collecting more XP.

"Because guys that dance are hot?" She giggled, not knowing what else to say.

The two teens waited for the lecture to start, not making anymore conversation after that. Other female students cat-clawed each other to try and get a spot in front of Sasuke so it would be easier to get his attention. He sat by the wall, so the only person next to him was (y/n) herself.

The desks were in rows of two, all facing the touch-screen (not so) Smart-board. There was also a whiteboard with the day's agenda.

(y/n) and Sasuke's english teacher -who is also the sex education teacher- was a wacky old man named Jiraya. In the back of the classroom was a tank with three fat toads with beady eyes in it. He had questionable book recommendations, all of which were his books. Icha-Icha paradise posters were plastered throughout the room, along with magazine covers of Jiraya-Sensei himself.

He may have a collection of erotic books, but he was still well-respected by everyone. Not only was Jiraya-Sensei one of the Legendary Sannin, he was also the trainer of (y/n)'s step-father and co-trainer of her step-brother. She had a brief encounter with him once at the wedding, nothing that was meant to be bragged about. Other than her name, Jiraya-Sensei knew nothing else about (y/n)-- excluding her amazing writing skills.

She hid the fact that she was an amazing informative and argumentative writer from all her peers. If word got out that she receives an A+ and a golden star for every top-tier quality essays she writes, students would be piling at her desk. She could already hear them asking to be her partner or trying to convince her to write their essays. If she had motivation and time to write, she would charge them -at least- a hundred yen a pop.

Whenever a partner was required to finish an assignment, (y/n) would get the okay from Jiraya-Sensei to work on her own. Sasuke, on the other hand, always wanted to ask the (e/c)-eyed girl to work with him. However, she's known to shoot down the mere idea of working with another person-- even though she was a very friendly person.

"Students," Jiraya-Sensei called out, catching the attention of the students. The white noise died down into silence. "As of today, a new student will be joining our class. I expect everyone to withhold the Konoha Academy's standards and pride by treating him well."

"Ooo~ it's a him," A girl in front of (y/n) whispered poorly to her friend beside her.

"oOo-_- iT's a HiM," (y/n) mocked into Sasuke's ear, placing her phone screen-down.

Sasuke clicked his tongue. "Don't fan girl over some weirdo," He said, poking her side. The sudden physical contact made her straighten her spine in an instant. (y/n) slapped his hand away, muttering a string of offensive names to him. "Bite your tongue," Sasuke said, getting close to her face.