This was for KakaSaku week 2016, and the prompt was Walk of Shame/Stride of pride. I hope you enjoy!
It was 5:30 in the morning, and she was trying her hardest to be as quiet as possible.
Last night Kakashi had come down with a bad case of the flu, and she had stopped by because the impossible man refused to believe anything was wrong with him.
"Sakura I don't need any help I'm just fine," he whined when she came bearing medicine and hot soup.
First, he refused to take medicine, "You can't make me."
In which she promptly replied: "Watch me."
The end result of THAT argument was holding one of his Icha Icha books over the stove - in which he referred to her as "evil" and "a terrible friend".
Oh well.
By the time she got him to clean up and get in bed, he had told her that he was cold and that he may or may not die of chills.
Cue the thousandth eye roll of the night.
She thought that maybe it was a joke, because surely he didn't expect her to, ya know, cuddle?
She was still in her uniform from the hospital, not exactly comfortable clothes.
And yet his puppy dog eyes made her give in - (she'd never admit that within the darkness of the room she blushed to her hairline at the presumption that he wanted her next to him) and so she took off her shoes and jewelry, and laid down next to him.
It was the weirdest combination of exhilaration, nausea and butterflies. Ever since he became hokage, he'd look at her in such a way that nobody else did.
He'd stop her on the street just to say hello- and walk her home at night from her shifts at the hospital. He'd ask her to train solo, because that's what "friends do." (He'd say this with an eye crinkle and innocent expression).
Of course, since then, she'd become closer to him than any other person in the village. It was only natural that she'd begin to see him as, well, an attractive guy that she cared about.
The first night they hung out alone he had heard she lost a patient at the hospital, and came over bearing take out and a rented movie. He told her it wasn't her fault, and that if she blamed herself he'd be disappointed in her. They sat on the couch together - awkwardly at first, and then relaxed into each other. Their bodies were like two puzzle pieces fitting together. While she was never sure what he was thinking, she knew all she could think about was the warm, hard body next to hers underneath the blanket.
When he first showed her his face, it was so innocently done that she almost thought that it was an accident. He had invited her over for dinner at his place (she had freaked out over that one too- did it not seem date-ish?) and when they sat together in his quaint little kitchen to eat, he pulled down his mask like it was the most natural thing in the world. Of course she'd never admit that choking on her food wasn't the result of seeing his face.
He was still sleeping, fever down and bundled up. The bed next to him was crinkled, and his arm rested limply where she laid all night. Her clothes were all wrinkled from sleeping in them - she looked like a hot mess.
As quietly as she could, she left the apartment. It was just her luck that when she was walking outside in her wrinkled uniform and messed up hair that she ran into Ino, in which her first reaction was:
"Oh my god Forehead. Did you just do the walk of shame from Kakashi's apartment?!"
Sakura groaned to herself. This would be fun explaining.