Mine

Sleep Deprived

Kakashi walked into his house, the weight of the evening's events pressing heavily on his shoulders. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he removed his jacket. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions and revelations, and he found himself grappling with the unexpected turn of events. He had been unusually blunt with Sakura, expressing his intentions openly—something that was not characteristic of him. He had always been reserved, preferring to keep his thoughts and feelings hidden behind a mask of casual indifference. But with Sakura, everything felt different.

The enormity of claiming someone, especially his former student, was a burden he hadn't anticipated. The potential backlash from others, the judgment about their age difference, and his role as Hokage all weighed heavily on him. He knew he wanted to keep Sakura safe, to protect her from the dangers of unclaimed Omega status. Yet, the thought of actually claiming her, of making her his in such a profound way, was overwhelming.

He poured himself a strong drink, the sharp scent of alcohol mingling with the lingering traces of Sakura's perfume. His head fell into his hands, the drink providing little solace from the storm of thoughts racing through his mind. This should have been a straightforward decision—he knew what he wanted. But the reality of acting on it seemed daunting. He had never claimed anyone before. Why was this situation so different? Was it his age, his position, or something more deeply personal that made him hesitate?

His thoughts were consumed by Sakura: her taste, her scent, and the way she had looked at him. The kiss they shared had been a revelation, stirring feelings he hadn't anticipated. He was tormented by the possibility of someone else claiming her first, by the idea of another Alpha taking what he felt was rightfully his. Yet, he was acutely aware of the implications—both for her and for him as Hokage.

Kakashi mulled over his choices, drinking into the early hours of the morning. The questions he grappled with seemed endless. What did Sakura truly know about claiming? Was she more prepared than he had been at her age? Did she understand the bond she was about to enter? The idea of failing her or causing her distress was unbearable.

As he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he wondered what Sakura was doing. Was she asleep, lost in peaceful dreams? Or was she, like him, unable to escape the thoughts and emotions that had been stirred up? The night stretched on, sleep eluding him as he replayed their kiss, their conversation, and the future that loomed ahead. He longed for clarity, for answers to the questions that tormented him. But for now, all he could do was wait and hope that the morning would bring some semblance of peace.