ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ || yandere! kakashi

16. (y/n) (l/n)

he don't even scroll through insta, unless he's going through my pictures

|･ﾟﾟ･chapter sixteen･ﾟﾟ･|

INSTAGRAM: copycat_kakashi has started following you!

1: copycat_kakashi requested to send you a dm!

(y/n)'s phone chimed in her quiet classroom, and, in a panic-induce frenzy, she quickly dismissed the notifications by putting it on silent. A few heads snapped in her direction, in which (y/n) replied with a sheepish grin. Luckily, the teacher didn't hear her ringtone and went on with their lecture.

She checked around, making sure that know snitches or class pets were staring at her. Once she made sure that no one was paying attention to her -they had no reason to do so anyways- (y/n) unlocked her phone from under her desk.

Going straight to Instagram, she viewed copycat_kakashi's profile. His posts featured one out of two things: himself or his dogs, (y/n) didn't know that he had any pets. He had a considerable amount of followers, the number nearly at five thousand. She enlarged a few photo's of himself, they weren't heavily filtered. All the selfies of him had something in common; he was in the gym with a tank top on that exposed a tattoo. I guess it was no secret that he used to be a part of the ANBU black ops, (y/n) concluded, scrolling deeper into his page.

As she was looking through his profile, a photo from a year ago caught her attention, making her face erupt into every shade of pink. It was a black-and-white image of him shirtless and mask-less with his headband laid on a weight bench behind him. Judging from the background, (y/n) assumed that he was in somebody's garage. Drops of sweat rolled down his chiseled abs and biceps. The girl had to bite back a school girl squeal as she ogled the photo. 

She tried swiping out of the post before anyone could look over her shoulder. Her phone often slowed down when she wasn't connected to the WiFi. (y/n) was becoming so impatient that she kept trying to swipe right in order to leave the provocative post without a trace. In the middle of the screen, a white heart appeared, the number of likes went up one. 

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and she pressed her phone against her chest in hopes that it would magically disappear. It was as if the gods above mocked her; (y/n)'s phone buzzed, meaning she got a new message. 

2: copycat_kakashi requested to send you a dm!

Before opening Instagram again, she made sure that the other people in the classroom were preoccupied. She slyly opened her DM page, the message preview under Kakashi's username saying: 2 new messages. She contemplated, her thumb hovering over his icon. If she was awkward in person -which she is- she was ten times worse digitally. 

(y/n) sucked in some air, making a quiet hissing noise. She kept hesitating, thinking of all the possible ways their conversation could go wrong and why she should put her phone away-- one of the reasons being that the topic that was being taught was probably going to be on the next test. She rested her hands in her lap, planning on not replying anytime soon. 

copycat_kakashi: hey, (y/n)

copycat_kakashi: oh? i didn't think you were the type to like shirtless photos ;)

(y/n) hated how clumsy she was, but this must be a sign... right? The endless responses flooded into her head, most of them not sounding too appealing.