Hard To Say(KakafemNaru)

Five

**Kakashi**

Oh my God

"Good morning!" Naruko--Err I mean Uzumaki-sensei chirps bounding inside.

God damn it

Don't go?! Soft?! AHHHHHH!!!!!

That was so embarrassing. Great, I made a complete fool of myself Infront of Uzumaki-sensei, I acted like some perverted sick scoundrel! I can't bring myself to look at her in the eyes.

I cringed when my brain tortured me further by reminding me that I grabbed my sensei's boobs and buried my face in them, commenting at how soft they were.

My face burned in humiliation as steam came out of my head.

"Hatake-san?" Uzumaki-sensei calls.

"H-Hai!" I all but screamed.

The class looked at me like I was an alien, I ignored them and sat back down in shame, praying that the ground would swallow me whole.

**Naruko**

What's wrong with my little student? Is he still not feeling well? My lips quirked up as I remembered earlier this morning. Not a morning I was likely to forget.

**

"U-Uzumaki-sensei?!" The kid screamed and literally fell off the bed, jumping into his feet he pointed a scandalised finger at me.

"Oh, good morning" I said with a smile, slightly amused at the situation. I mean really this was so funny.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! wh-w-what are you doing in my bed?! What happened last night!!!!"

**

The kid has a very....interesting, imagination. I looked over at Kakashi-chan, our eyes met. He was the first one to look away, his cheeks were a bright color of red.

"Take out your textbooks" I ordered and they obeyed instantly, my eyes still on the silver haired boy, wondering what his thoughts were and if his impression of me has bettered.

Probably not, but atleast he'll have a great story to tell his friends. It's not everyday you get taken care of by your hot teacher and then wake up the next day beside her.

I snickered behind my hand.

**

**Kakashi**

I couldn't focus all day, I was in my own little world. And my world was being consumed by thoughts of that blonde woman, what the hell is happening to me?

We are currently in third period, science. Usually I would be taking notes but today I was looking out the window in a daze. We were in the second floor and my eyes were trained to the blue sky. They were not as blue as Uzumaki-sensei's.

Why did this disappoint me? All day I've been noticing small things that remind me of Uzumaki-sensei. Even something insignificant as an orange basketball.

"Hatake-san!" The teacher called me, pulling me out of my thoughts of my bubbly teacher. "Please pay attention, you wouldn't want to lose your title as the number 1 right?"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again"

The teacher nodded approvingly. "Good, remember that you are every student's role model, you have a reputation for the school"

That's all I am is it? A decoy. "Like I said sir" I say through gritted teeth. "It won't happen again"

The teacher nodded and resumed his lecture. I forced myself to keep my eyes on the board, writing down important things the teacher said. But no matter what, my thoughts would wander to Naruko.

I mean, Uzumaki-sensei.

Placing both my hands on my head I closed my eyes and shunned the world. Focusing hard, I pictured Uzumaki-sensei Infront of me, I replaced the old man's drawl to her sweet, energetic, melodious voice.

The way she teach, her keen eyes. Witty remarks, how every boring lesson can become something amazing with the way she taught it.

Even the delinquents and dead lasts are improving and it was because of her.

I looked at the window again, and saw my reflection. What surprised me was something foreign in the reflection, there was something that I haven't seen in a long time.

I was smiling.

**

It was lunch and I was heading to the roof top. The roof top was where me and my best friend would eat our lunch. It was quiet up there, and calming, Obito would ruin the silence by talking about his crush or by comparing our grades. But it was still calming.

I opened the door and was about to greet Obito but I froze when it wasn't the Uchiha I saw.

Uzumaki-sensei was leaning against the rail, her eyes closed and smiling peacefully. Her head was tilted up, facing the sun, a breeze flew by and played with her long sunshine hair.

She looked like an angel.

I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I wanted something to remember this by. So I took out my phone and snapped a photo.

The sound of the camera clicking, however, seemed to had startle her. Uzumaki-sensei's eyes shot open, and they locked with mine.