ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛ || yandere! kakashi

42. (y/n) (l/n)

just give me true love and understanding

|･ﾟﾟ･chapter forty two･ﾟﾟ･|

If today was like any other day, (y/n) wouldn't have been followed by an oddly-friendly Ino trying to make conversation every three seconds. It was her first day back from the hospital, and -thankfully- she didn't miss much. And if she did, Sasuke would've been more than happy to help her. Of course, he would never admit that because he's considered a Tsundere. "That's a really cute scrunchie, where'd you get it?" Ino asked, gently feeling the (color) velvet accessory resting on (y/n)'s wrist. Instinctively, she pulled away from her touch; she refused to trust the platinum blonde that easily. Ino's words could've well been a sugar coating for a backstabbing knife, and (y/n) didn't want to find out if that was the case.

However, her politeness combined with her shy tendencies got the better of her. "I got it from Amazon."

"Really? Did you buy it yourself?"

"Um, n-no, I didn't," (y/n) confessed, even though she had enough money to do so. "Sasuke bought it for me."

Ah yes, yesterday -when Naruto decided to raid the Uchiha residence in order to get Sasuke out off his Emo cave- the step-siblings convinced him to pay for their Amazon wish lists. In short, (y/n) is expecting thirty packages soon. It was the perks of having a best friend with a successful father. Once again, Ino interrupted her memories by saying, "That's adorable! What husband material!"

"H-Husband? I don't th-think we're like that," (y/n) gushed, scratching the back of her head nervously.

"Well I think you guys should be like that," The taller girl winked. She shifted her weight to her right foot and popped her hip out.

"I-I'm not sure how Sasuke would react." And how Kakashi would react, (y/n) added, but she said it inside her head. (y/n)'s confused self was still avoiding the older Jonin-- because of the herrendous dream she had and Sasuke's opinion (that made sense) on age-difference relationships. Could she even call it a relationship? Kakashi still had yet to ask her to be his.

(y/n) flinched from the groggy voice behind her that said, "How I would react to what?" It was dark-and-brooding Uchiha, however that's not out of the ordinary. The day (y/n) encounters a chirpy, happy-go-lucky, and ditzy Uchiha is the day she'll eat her own foot.

"Hey, Sasuke-kun," Ino greeted. It wasn't a sultry, seductive flirt; it was a simple exchange of hello's between two classmates. It was a modest greeting.

Sasuke also noticed how mellow she was acting, so he raised a brow at the girl. "What do you want?"

"Nothing from you, Uchiha," She barked with a slight stinging venom in her tone. "I was trying to make a new friend."

"Too bad, (y/n)'s going to hang out with me," Sasuke argued back, placing a hand on the (h/c)-ette's shoulder.

"Oh, for the entire day? Jesus, I didn't know that she was some sort of trophy," Ino said back. "Girls aren't property."

Sasuke's eyes widened and threw his hands up, showing that he was innocent. "I never said that. (y/n), did you hear me say that?" So that's how you break that cold facade... Accuse him of being sexist, (y/n) shrugged, taking mental notes.

"This is between you two," (y/n) awkwardly smiled. "Don't drag me into this."

"Does little Sasu-kun need approval-" (y/n) started blocking the teens' voices out, especially when she felt the vibration of her phone. Her hand dug into her bad, venturing around the pencils and notebooks until she felt the cool glass screen of her device. She took it out, the screen was already shining with her most recent notification. Somehow, her heart simultaneously sped up and stopped.