"Hey Hinata, go ahead to lunch, I wanna get some advice for my book from Kakashi." You whisper to Hinata as the class is coming to an end and next is lunch. She smiles and nods softly right when the bell rings loudly, causing the students to be loud and stand from their points. "Remember to download Romeo and Juliet as a pdf on your tablets!" He shouts without motivation to the students as they fill the halls. You begin to pack yourself but slowly since you want to stay behind. Once the room was empty and only had the two of you, you stood up with your bag on your shoulder speak up to him.

"Ah (Y/N), good you stayed. I was hoping to speak to you." He says, causing you to blush a bit in surprise. "Tsunade had spoken to me about your excitement to take this class and I understand your situation." His words seemed as if he didn't input any emotion into them and so when he mentioned your 'situation', your heart ached a bit. You knew he was speaking about your parents. "So if you need help in anything, I'm here." He says as he grabs a key that you assume is the class' one. You sigh heavily, look down at the floor and smile as best as you can. To keep the tears in. The knot in your throat was being as terrible as usual along with your heart sinking into your stomach but you needed to bare with it. Your parents wouldn't want you crying constantly at just mentioning them.

"I was actually wondering if I could get some advice for the book I'm writing." You tell him while tapping your foot on the floor nervously, hoping he wouldn't decline you so harshly. "Alright." I hear him say as he sits down in his chair and looks up at me, listening intently. "Well I was wondering what you could recommend as an exercise to be able to write absolutely anything. Any genre, any style." You say as you look at him directly.

Looking at him, you were beginning to think of the things you'd do to his face. You really wanted to ruffle his spiked up hair, trace his long scar on his eyes, and more than anything pull down that mask to study him. The mask though was so tight on his face that you could see the shape of his nose, mouth and jaw line. And that definitely was enough for you to realize how handsome he was. The class he was giving also was very satisfactory for you. The first unit was actually about poetry and even though you weren't good at it, you still wanted to better yourself in it as much as you could. And with this teacher that you found amazing with just one class, you started to believe you could actually achieve it.

     "(Y/N)?" He asks, causing you to shake your head and come back into the real world. You now feel embarrassed for zoning out. Thinking about how you were already worshiping this guy, you gathered your things a bit more and looked down. "I'm sorry for wasting your time, I'll be on my way to not bother you anymore." You say and before he could say anything else, you were already gone. You begin walking down the halls trying to make way towards the cafeteria to use the microwave since you had your own food already.

After your parents died, you decided that it was time to depend on yourself and nobody else so you learned to cook. You're still learning since you only know how to cook rice and beans, steak and fish but you believed in yourself and that's all you need to succeed.

You bite down your lip as you continue running around the school until you sigh in displeasure and look down at your feet. "Of course I got lost."

"Well then I'll have to show you the way now don't I?" You hear, causing you to turn around and spot the teacher you were just speaking to moments ago. "Though the food nowadays aren't very good if you ask me." Kakashi says before looking down at your bowl. He smiles and nudges you to follow him. "Smart, bringing your own food. What I would expect from you unlike the idiots this 'prestigious' school has." He says as he began to walk, causing you to laugh. "Ah no wonder I've only made two friends now. I knew I had the eye to determine who's an idiot and who's not." You say as you walk side by side with him.

"Well people say if you make a friend the first day, you're doing fine." He tells you, looking down at you with his eyes grinning. You feel your cheeks heat up so you quickly look down. "Well the cafeteria is pretty far so I can heat up your food in the teacher's lounge if you'd like and then maybe we can go back to the conversation we were having." Hearing his words, you realize now how disrespectful it was to just walkout instead of responding. "If I didn't know better, I'd say this was a date." You say, playing around with the teacher since you found his sense of humor spot.

"Ah I always had a thing for high school writers didn't I? Shame on me, I'll just leave you here then." He says playfully, causing your eyes to widen.

"No my food!" You practically growl, being very overprotective of your food. Hearing him laugh at you teasing made you then smile, knowing you'd get along well with this teacher. He ruffles your hair and you end up blushing a bit. "Of course I wouldn't let the food spoil, the poor salmon was innocent."

"Well then I'm glad you won't, maybe I'll uncover the mystery under that mask of yours since we'll be eating lunch together." You tell him, as you see him slip out the same book from before and begins to read intently. "Good luck with that." His eyes soon becoming dull again while reading. I see it a bit rude to do it and huff up my cheeks. "It doesn't even seem like you're enjoying that book since you show no expression ever while reading it. At least during class and now." You say, receiving a curious look from him. "Do you always scream in every single scene in the books you read?" He asks you, causing you to do a 'whoopsie' face, knowing that you don't.

"But still!" You shout, seeing his eyes grin at you but quickly turn dull again and going back to the book. "I've read the book many times anyway." You furrow your eyebrows curiously. You never really agreed to read books all over again over two times. You believed it was a waste of time when there are so many others that are good out there. "What type of book is it?" You ask him but are quickly interrupted by the door your teacher was opening. "We're here." He says as he sticks his hand out to you and you give him the bowl hesitantly, knowing you couldn't enter.

"Don't eat it..." You mumble before he turns and waves his hand in an 'okay' manner. Smiling a bit, you sit down in front of the room wait impatiently. Wanting to eat the food already. Your salmon was decent compared to the one your father always made. You'd do anything to taste it again, at least one last time. Along with it, your mother's rice was amazing as well. The fact that she did it in a way that whenever you'd put it into the fridge it would remain soft and not hard was amazing. You can't say that you make it the same as her, even though you try to do it the same exact way she taught you.

Your once refreshing mood now slipped away at the thought of your parents. Knowing they're still guiding you, you tried so very hard to not shed tears at the moment. You didn't only miss their cooking but the hugs they'd give you along with kisses. It was so frustrating to believe you were alone. You grip onto your skirt, feeling your heart begin to crash onto your stomach. All you could do was bandage up your heart but bandages don't last forever. So you could be incredibly happy now, but in a couple of minutes that'll wash away completely. You always end up in the same hole, thinking about your parents' deaths. You begin to breathe heavily and cry silently, your chest moving forwards constantly until you feel a hand on your head. You look up and see Kakashi there, giving you a sincere smile.

"(Y/N)." He calls out to you, causing you to wipe the tears away and try to smile. "Professor--" "No. You've been wiping those tears away for far too long, haven't you?" He says, making your mouth shake in despair. He sat down with you while scratching his head. "It's okay to not always smile (Y/N). It's not okay to keep your emotions bundled up. It's okay to cry, (Y/N)." He tells you, and you finally cry hard. Needing to let it all out. He hugs you tightly, knowing the feeling of losing someone close to you. "Thank you..." You whisper, feeling your anxiety wash away slowly with the hug.

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