Chapter Text
It was… so stupid. To say the least.
Sakura, Hinata, Ino, and Nyoko were having one of their sleepovers and things got maybe a little bit out of hand. What started out as a simple night of stuffing their faces with dango and dishing on the latest gossip, escalated into a seemingly innocent game of “would you rather?” and then escalated even further into a raunchy game of “truth or dare?”. The group of young girls were sitting in a circle on the floor of Ino’s bedroom, Hinata nervously clutching her pillow to her chest while Sakura inhaled another stick of dango.
“Truth or dare?” Nyoko asked Ino, an evil grin already plastered to her face.
“Wellll, your expression is freaking me out so let’s go with truth just to be safe.” Ino laughed, leaning back against the bed. Nyoko huffed in disappointment, having hoped that Ino would choose dare so she could come up with some elaborate torture. That didn’t mean that she couldn’t torture her with truth either, though.
“Hmmm…” Nyoko looked around at all of them and then snickered to herself when she finally came up with the perfect question, “Fuck, Marry, Kill⸻ Asuma, Neji, or Lee?”
Hinata and Sakura burst into a fit of laughter at the question and Ino just rolled her eyes, wondering why she’d ever agreed to this in the first place.
“Easy. Fuck Asuma, marry Neji, kill Lee!” Ino crossed her arms in triumph, proud of her answer.
“Ewwww! You’d fuck your own sensei?!” Hinata was staring at her in horror while Sakura was still cackling next to her.
“And what? You don’t think the green onesie is sexy?!” Sakura said between her fits of laughter while Ino made a disgusted face.
“Duh, Hinata! Older men are so much better, they really know how to please a woman!” Ino flipped her ponytail over her shoulder, smirking when Hinata turned bright red.
“Pig!” Sakura said, slapping her friend over the back of the head. Nyoko was quiet during the outburst, secretly agreeing with her due to the crush she harbored over her own sensei.
Once Ino and Sakura were done beating each other over the head with whatever was in arms-length they both turned to Nyoko, noticing how quiet she had become.
“Truth or dare.” Ino said in her sweetest tone and Nyoko swallowed nervously, was it too late to back out?
“Dare?” It came out as more of a question than an answer. Ino leaned over to Sakura who started whispering in her ear, giggling evilly.
“Hey what the hell! That’s cheating you know!” Nyoko yelled, throwing a pillow from off the bed at both of their heads. Sakura just grabbed the pillow and hugged it like Hinata, giggling over what was to come. Because what Nyoko didn’t know, was that Sakura was well aware of her little crush and loved playing match maker. Even if that meant playing match maker for her own sensei and best friend. Whoops!
“I dare you…” Ino leaned in, building up the suspense, “To sneak into Kakashi sensei’s room right now and steal his copy of Makeout Paradise, and you have to bring it back here so we can all read it!” She clapped her hands excitedly, leaning over to high-five Sakura over their evil plan. Nyoko’s mouth was opening and closing in disbelief, a dark blush creeping over her cheeks as the seconds passed. This could not be happening, nu-uh, no way. There was no way she was going to sneak into her sensei’s room where he was hopefully asleep, shirtless, in all his glory, and steal his Icha Icha book…. and maybe a kiss… No way!
“I will literally die before I do that.” Nyoko crossed her arms, still red as a tomato but trying to maintain her composure.
“It’s truth or dare, you HAVE to!” The girls all said in unison, even Hinata who was now somehow excited about their game too. What kind of blasphemy?! Nyoko groaned aloud, putting her face in her hands.
“And what if I get caught?!” She yelled, hoping that might get her out of it.
“You’re supposed to be a ninja, don’t get caught fool!” Ino smirked.
It was three against one. There was no way she was getting out of this one.
“Fine…. I’ll go.” Nyoko said it so quietly they probably wouldn’t have even heard her if they hadn’t been listening so intently.
The girls squealed in excitement and all jumped up, pulling Nyoko with them and dragging her over to the window⸻ of course, with much fighting and a string of profanities. Before she could fight them off any longer, they all pushed her out of the window and into the village below.
Nyoko landed gracefully on her feet. Waist-length black hair falling loose over her lithe shoulders. Looking down, she about shrieked when she realized she was still only wearing a pair of black pajama shorts with a matching black tank top. Better to stay in the shadows and not be seen wandering around half-naked in the middle of the night. That probably wouldn’t be a great reputation builder.
Thankfully, the house Kakashi lived in was not too far away. Nyoko used the back alleys to make her way through the village and in no time, she was standing before the building, staring up at the second-floor window that she knew belonged to his room. Evidently, it was open by the way the sheer white curtains lazily billowed outwards with the gentle wind. She took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. ‘It’s just Kakashi-sensei… not a big deal… everything will be fine…’
The moon was full over Konohagakure as Nyoko leapt up to the first floor, using the thin ledge to propel herself up to the second floor, where she perched just beneath his window. This was it. No backing out now. Everything around was so quiet, her nerves were on edge from the oppressive silence.
Carefully, she peeked over the windowsill. The room was minimalist, ‘just as a shinobi’s would be’, she thought to herself. Everything was perfectly situated and no clothes or anything were lying around, it was so clean that if she didn’t know better, she might have thought nobody lived there. Sudden movement drew her eyes to the corner, where the bed was, and where he was. Nyoko could make out his sleeping silhouette underneath the quilt, a subtle rise and fall with each breath. Her heart leapt at the realization of how close he was, the thought of his sleep tousled hair and⸻ focus! She took a deep breath, forcing her thoughts back to the task at hand.
Silently, she pulled herself up and over the sill, landing quietly on her tip toes in the room. Quickly, she ducked into the shadows, inching her way along the wall. The book wasn’t on the bookshelf. Of course, why would it have been that easy? She glared at the ceiling. Slowly, Nyoko made her way around the room, avoiding going anywhere near his bed, but the book was nowhere to be found.
Just when she was about to give up it caught her eye. The bright orange binding, laying smugly⸻ if a book could lay smugly⸻ on his nightstand, right next to the bed. Nyoko bit her lip, silently cursing fate. This was it.
The air seemed heavy with tension, heart pounding in her ears as she crept over to the nightstand. Her whole body was hot with anxiety and she stood over the bed. His back was turned to her and from where the quilt fell down his arm she could see the jagged scars that decorated his back along with the smooth muscular shape of his broad shoulders and arms, something she’d never noticed because of his flak jacket. Her mouth watered at the thought of tracing her tongue over those scars and tasting his skin ⸻snap out of it! She shook her head, forcing her focus back to the task at hand. Just grab the book and get out.
Nyoko’s thin fingers wrapped around the spine of the book but before she could take it, a hand snatched her wrist, moving so fast her brain barely even registered what had happened before she was already being yanked forward. Suddenly, Nyoko found herself face to face with her masked sensei, practically nose to nose as he held a kunai against her throat, eyes still closed as if he had just made the move in his sleep.
“Ka-Kakashi sensei…” She stammered, cheeks bright red from the proximity. Every breath she took she could feel her clothed skin brush against his bare chest. Nyoko couldn’t help the throb of arousal that pulsed between her legs, the musky masculine scent of his making her head spin. At the sound of her voice his eyes snapped open and in any other situation his expression would have made her laugh, but right now embarrassment was winning.
“Nyoko?!” Kakashi sat up in one fluid motion, moving her up with him and dropping the kunai from her throat. His eyes were wide in shock, looking down to where his wrist still had a tight grip around her hand that held his Icha Icha book, and then looking back up to her.
“What are you doing in here?”
Nyoko was breathing so hard at this point she thought she might pass out and looking into the eye of her shirtless sensei was not helping.
“I-..I..” Her voice came out shrill with embarrassment and her wrist was aching from his firm grip.
“I-I’m sorry sensei!” She nearly yelled and instead of answering she tore herself free from his grasp and just about threw herself out of the window, running faster than she ever had in her life back to Ino’s house.
When Nyoko came bursting through the window the girls all jumped in surprise and then hurried over to where she dramatically collapsed onto her back on the floor.
“Did you get it?!” Ino asked, looking down at her expectantly. Nyoko was staring blankly at the ceiling, like she’d been traumatized.
“No, and now I can never show my face in this village again.” She whispered.
Sakura burst out laughing and hauled Nyoko up by her arm, Hinata and Ino huddling in around her as well.
“You have to tell us everything!!!”