ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ || yandere! kakashi

21. (y/n) (l/n)

you want a good girl that does bad things to you?

|･ﾟﾟ･chapter twenty one･ﾟﾟ･|

The street food Kakashi bought was sprawled across a glass-and-wood coffee table in his apartment. She sat on his faux leather couch with Pakkun, his pug, sleeping on her lap. "Can you believe him?! He's treating me like a little kid," (y/n) exclaimed, throwing her hands up to exaggerate her point. Her back leaned against the arm of the sofa, her body turned towards the middle. Kakashi, on the other end, was listening to her frustrations with keen ears. The wrinkly shar pei laid between him and (y/n).

To show that he was still intact with the conversation, he hummed, resting his masked face in his palm. "Then, get this, he calls himself my father like an ignorant douchebag," She continued, reaching over Pakkun to grab a fish-shaped taiyaki and took a bite out of its tail. With puffed cheeks, she chewed and swallowed, a pissed-off attitude replacing her usual nervous one.

God, I want her, Kakashi thought, biting his lip under his mask. In his opinion, she looked attractive when she was angry. "What happened next?" Kakashi asked, watching her eyes fire up with even more frustration. As her bottled emotions bubbled and overflowed, Kakashi was a mere bystander with admiration.

"Some more yelling, I guess," She sighed, recalling the previous fight with Minato. Her sudden mood swing didn't match the anger that glazed over her (e/c) orbs.

"Is that all?" Kakashi wasn't a blind bat even though he covered one of his eyes. He could make out a faded handprint matching a big-handed person stamped red on her cheek. Heaven forbid that Minato hit her-

"I got on his nerves and he slapped me," (y/n) shrugged, picking up dango by its skewer. She took the pastel-colored dessert and bit it off of the stick, waiting for Kakashi's response. Disgruntled, Kakashi found it hard to express is annoyance toward his past trainer.

"I'm sorry," He uttered, unable to say anything else. If he did, it would probably scare her.

"It's not your fault, so don't worry about it," She told him, petting Pakkun's head. The pug snuggled closer to her touch, snoring bubbling out of his parted mouth. "I just want to know why my mom chose someone like him. He's..." She stopped, realizing that she was bad-mouthing Kakashi's sensei in front of his face.

"Wow, you must think I'm a whiny b*tch," (y/n) chuckled sourly, a usual joyful sound was anything but happy. In fact, the laugh was just a way to fill the awkward silence.

"Why would I think that?"

"I'm ranting to you about your sensei, no? You're probably offended that I'm saying all these things about him," (y/n) pointed out, but she wouldn't take back any insults she about him; in her opinion, everything she said was the definite truth.

"Not at all. I want you to open up to me," Kakashi informed, feeling his orange-and-white-furred collie lay himself near his feet. "It's not healthy to keep things to yourself, you know."

"Isn't that what everyone says," (y/n) joked in a bland tone. After swallowing the last of her dango, she placed the skewer back onto the empty paper dish that acted like her temporary trash bin. "Sorry, I guess I'm new to... this," The girl admitted, the word, this, meaning emotionally letting her guard down.