Title: Questionable
Genre: Humor/ Suspense with light romance, I guess?
Rating: T (almost M)
Word Count: 556
Summary: It was one of the most famous questions in history. Boxers? Or Briefs?
It was a cloudy, overcast day in spring when Sakura, Ino, and Hinata sat on a bench. It was Sakura and Ino's lunch break, and on the way to get some food, they had run into Hinata. Taking her with them, they bought a small lunch and went to the park to eat and catch up. It was pleasant enough, mostly talking about Neji and Tenten's burgeoning relationship through the mouth of Hinata and Ino's most recent failure of a date when the conversation suddenly verged onto the subject of Sakura's former teacher, Kakashi—more specifically, his choice in underwear. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was somehow Ino's fault.
"I think he's the type to wear boxers. He seems like the type of guy to do that. What do you think, Hinata?" Ino asked.
"I th-th-think b-briefs," she stammered, only a small trace of a blush on her face.
Ino nodded sagely at the answer. Briefs were a possibility as well since no doubt it was uncomfortable running through trees in only boxers (where was the support?). As for not pressing further on Hinata—she did have the Byakugan, after all—both Ino and Sakura knew Hinata was much too innocent a girl to do such a thing.
Turning to the third member of their bench-sitting group, the pushy blonde demanded her answer. "Come on forehead, you should know. After all, you're one of the few people he lets treat him."
But she didn't. He was usually already changed into a hospital gown by the time she entered the room, and she told them that.
Ino huffed in irritation and crossed her arms under her chest. "Fine. What do you think he wears, then?"
Sakura stared in shock at the girl. Sure, she and Kakashi had been equals for a few years now, and Kakashi wasn't and hadn't been her teacher in years. But still! This was Kakashi! It was just wrong to think of him in that way (even if she had to admit he was very good-looking under that mask).
Before Sakura could reply, a voice interrupted her, its low timbre in combination with the breath brushing hotly on the shell of ear sending shivers and tingles over her body as it whispered huskily, "Nothing."
Sakura didn't even have to look away from the shocked stares of Ino and Hinata to know who the sudden intruder was. She knew that voice anywhere, but found herself too frozen to turn and acknowledge him.
Feeling him lower himself to her ear once more as a paper bag crunched and its contents rustled (he must have been grocery shopping when he stumbled upon the conversation), she felt him smile against her skin. Suddenly, every nerve was screaming as the scent of shampoo and sandalwood wreathed her senses. Chuckling at her arrested state, he brought the gap between them even smaller, hovering over her shoulder. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see his mask and the faint silvery strands of his hair, and it was all she could do not to lean back and moan as she melted into his skin.
"If you don't believe me Sakura, come stop by my apartment tonight," he whispered. And suddenly he was gone.
Later that night, three women were spotted outside his window.