A/N:

WARNING!

mild kakahina smut ahead!
This chapter takes place further along the timeline of my fic (Hinata and Kakashi are in their early twenties) and I will reference it later.

Enjoy!

Summary: In which Kakashi underestimates the allure of sexy nurse outfits and pays for it dearly.

Kakashi takes an involuntary sharp breath when Hinata places her palm on the gash in his side.

"Kakashi," she says admonishes softly, "You should have gone to the hospital."

Kakashi watches as her chakra slowly knits his skin together, his lifeblood peeking through her pale fingers. He closes his eyes and smiles behind his mask.

"Mah, mah, that's what I have you for, Hinata." He says, his tone light, but when he opens his eyes they are as dark as shadow.

Hinata gives him a look but this isn't something he's willing to compromise on—not when she's the only person he can trust nowadays. Hinata must sense his resolve and sighs, cupping his cheek in her palm.

"Promise me," she begins, voice turning stern, "that you'll come straight to me if you're hurt."

Kakashi turns his head to nose at her fingers.

"Always."

"I'm telling you, man, it's all about maids."

Raidou scoffs and throws back his cup of sake. He swallows and wipes his mouth with his sleeve, coughing lightly.

"No, you're wrong, it's—" he hiccups and sways, knocking into Kakashi's shoulder. Without looking up from his book, Kakashi digs a finger into the man's shoulder and pushes him away right onto Genma. "It's all about the teacher-student stuff nowadays."

"Yeah right as if that 'ooh~sensei, my grades are sooo bad'," Genma places a hand on Raidou's chest, voice high and tinny and grating on Kakashi's ears, "'there must be something I can do~' is more exciting than a cute girl in a maid outfit and stockings ready to do anything you tell her to." He finishes waggling his eyebrows and nudging Raidou with a laugh.

Kotetsu raises his glass. "I'll drink to that!"

"You'll drink to anything. Now put your hand down, idiot." Izumo swats his arm down, his drink sloshing onto the already sticky table. Kotetsu wails dramatically at the spilled alcohol.

"Noooo, 'zumo, you monster!"

Kakashi rolls his eyes and wonders how he let himself get dragged into this. He'd very much rather be at home with Hinata and his ninken.

"Pfft!" Anko chortles, coming up to their table and wrapping her arms around Genma's and Raidou's shoulders. "You're both wrong."

Genma raises a brow at her, "Oh really now? Then please, Anko-sama, educate us lowly plebians."

"With pleasure."

The waitress stops at their table and leaves another round of drinks. His friends cheer and grab them. Kakashi uses the distraction to sip at his smoothie.

Anko swipes Raidou's drink right out of his hands and downs it.

"Hey!"—hiccup—"Tha' wuz mine!"

Anko ignores him and leans her elbows on the table.

"You boys wanna know what the real big fantasy is?" The gathered shinobi all lean in, gazing at the snake summoner like she holds all the answers to the world's greatest mysteries. Anko abruptly straightens and throws up her hands.

"Nurse roleplay!" She claps her hands under her chin and sighs. "Nothing better than a skimpy little outfit and some white stockings."

Raidou 'oh's before suddenly passing out. Kakashi holds up his smoothie just as the other ninja's head slams on the table, jostling the other's drinks.

Kakashi doesn't get what the big deal is. It's just an outfit. He doesn't see what difference one's clothes make. He rolls his eyes and freezes when Anko catches him.

"Whatcha rolling your eyes for, wolf-boy?" She leans in with a smirk on her lips. "You got anything better?"

Kakashi takes out his book and opens it up, putting a physical barrier between the two.

"Ohoho~ what's this? Cat got your tongue?" Anko snickers and lowers her voice for only him to hear. "What, you never fantasize about that pretty little princess of yours?"

("Ah, you feel so good," Hinata pants in his dreams, "so good, Kakashi." )

Kakashi re-reads the same line twice then thrice.

"Anko," Hayate scolds, suddenly appearing behind her and Kakashi thanks the gods, "stop messing with Kakashi."

Anko whines like a child being denied their favorite toy but obediently pulls away from Kakashi. He peeks at the man over his novel and nods at him. Hayate nods back.

"Aw, c'mon, I was only teasing him." Anko leans against his chest like a cat in heat and purrs, "You can't tell me you've never imagined Yuugao in something kinky, can you?"

Hayate shoots her an unimpressed look; unbothered as she twines around him, displaying a remarkable amount of flexibility that has everyone minus Kakashi and Izumo (and Raidou whos is passed out) staring.

"No." Hayate deadpans.

"Oh really, huh?" Anko grins suddenly, mischievous and dangerous all in one. "Then what about our darling little hime?"

The sudden image of Hinata in something short and frilly, legs for miles, pops into Kakashi's brain. The page he is reading tears. The others don't notice but Izumo does glance at him, his expression judging. Kakashi is quick to look away and flip to a new page.

Anko laughs when Hayate splutters.

"Why would you—Hinata is like a sister to me!"

Anko's grin sharpens. "You're not denying it though."

"Anko, I swear to sage himself if you say another word about Hinata and her—"

"—beautiful, bountiful breasts the color of fresh milk and oh so creamy—"

(Kakashi freezes like a startled rabbit. Across from him is Hinata who is similarly frozen. Her hair is wet and the narrow hall of their home smells strongly of shampoo and something that is distinctly his packmate. Kakashi swallows thickly, his gaze following a water droplet as it slides over the delicate curve of her jaw before dropping right in between the generous mounds threatening to burst from the bathroom's decorative towel wrapped around her.

Then Hinata is moving, hands desperately tugging the too-small towel but that only reveals more and more of her thighs. An inch more and he'll see her—

Hinata squeaks an apology and rushes into the room, slamming the door behind her.)

Kakashi breaths in sharply, the smell of the bar tempering his sudden arousal. Hayate groans and drops his head into his hands.

Genma taps his chin thoughtfully.

"I dunno, Anko, Hinata doesn't seem like the type of girl to be into that kind of stuff."

Anko shrugs, "Hey, all I'm saying is that she might be all sweet and innocent now, but I bet behind closed doors she's all handcuffs and gags."

Kotetsu nods solemnly, "It's always the quiet ones."

Kakashi chokes on his spit.

Izumo smacks Kotetsu and then Anko.

"You shouldn't talk about Hinata like that." He scowls at them. "Perverts."

Hayate clears his throat and nods at Izumo. He grabs Anko by the back of her trenchcoat.

"Come on. We're going."

"No, wait—hey! Let me go, dammit!"

Kakashi stands and throws a couple of yen to cover his bill.

"I'm leaving."

Genma frowns, "Aw, dude, we were just joking."

Kakashi body flickers out of the bar.

"See you tomorrow, Hinata-sama!" One of the nurses calls after her.

"Hai!" Hinata responds, waving politely before exiting the building. She's in the middle of a yawn when she hears him.

"Yo."

Hinata quickly turns and smiles at the figure leaning against the wall.

"Kakashi!" She is careful to remain where she is, knowing he dislikes the smell of the hospital. "What are you doing here?"

Kakashi puts away his book, this one about swordmaking, and pushes off the wall to walk up to her.

"My mission was completed earlier than expected, so I thought we could walk home together."

Hinata feels her affection for her most precious person deepen just a little more. Because instead of going home to rest, he came here and waited for who-knows-how-long for her shift to finish just to walk home with her. Her heart flutters pleasantly when Kakashi stops just in front of her. She places her hands on her chest to keep her heart from flying free and nestling next to his like a pair of lovebirds. His eye drifts from her face and follows her hands.

"Oh, Kakashi, that is so thoughtful of you."

He hums in reply, his gaze still on…her chest? Hinata flushes. No, no, that can't be it. Kakashi is always so respectful of her; always the perfect gentleman and nothing like those who had stared and stared after she'd begun, ahem, 'flowering into a beautiful spring blossom' as Gai put it. She's never been comfortable with such attention. Not like Anko and Kurenai who are so much more confident and sure of themselves and their body.

And then Hinata remembers she's still in her hospital uniform and her blush deepens. She swipes the big poofy hat off her head and clutches it tight; embarrassed. She'd been too tired to change at the hospital and her uniform need to be laundered so she hadn't thought much of walking home in it, believing Kakashi would still be out on his mission.

"Ano, Kakashi?" she prompts when he continues staring at her uniform. "Is something wrong?" Does she look weird? She doesn't think so, the uniform's jacket is loose and thick, perfectly acceptable, and he's seen her wearing it several times before. Although, Anko is always complaining about their uniforms, claiming they need an 'upgrade', so maybe it has something to do with that?

Kakashi blinks and meets her eyes. "Ano, it's nothing, just thinking about something someone said." His dark eye softens when she fidgets. "You look fine, Hinata. Sorry for staring."

Hinata relaxes, relieved he doesn't find her off-putting and shakes her head.

"No, no, you don't need to apologize, Kakashi, I don't mind."

Kakashi is a naturally quiet person; patient. He likes to observe first before taking any action whether it be on the field or in his personal life. His staring at her isn't uncommon. Kakashi often watches her as she goes about the house, tidying up or preparing meals. Hinata has grown quite used to it and finds herself liking the attention. There's just something about being the sole focus of a man like Kakashi—so brilliant, so intense—that never fails to excite her.

That, and no matter how many times their sensei tried to teach him otherwise, he could never get the lesson to stick. Kakashi has never cared for correct social protocols outside of infiltration missions.

Kakashi nods at her and the two of them make their way home together.

Kakashi is on his way home, nose stuck in a book on chakra theory, when he sees it out of the corner of his eyes in a display window. It takes him a moment before his brain catches up but Kakashi quickly finds himself back-pedaling

Kakashi doesn't know why he buys it—well he knows exactly why, but that doesn't give his sudden impulse buy any real credit. It's not like he and Hinata are—they aren't together like that.

They're comrades.

Best friends.

Packmates.

It should be enough. It is enough. Just being able to stand at her side, to greet her when she comes home, and curl around her at night is a blessing. The fact that she's still with him, willing and alive, is a miracle. She's the one good thing in his life that hasn't changed; hasn't left him. And if friendship is all she wants then he will respect that.

And yet.

Kakashi can't help but yearn for more.

He slips inside his and Hinata's home and stealthily makes his way to his room.

"Kakashi?" Hinata's voice calls from the kitchen. "Is that you?"

"Y—yeah," Kakashi flushes and clears his throat to try again, "Yes! Yes, it's me." His heart picks up when Hinata rounds the corner and peeks at him.

"I made dinner. Would you like any?"

"Ah, yeah, I do, um," Kakashi stammers, hiding the black plastic bag behind his back, "Just gotta drop off some…things in my room."

Hinata eyes him curiously. Kakashi fidgets and winces when the bag rustles loudly.

Hinata giggles, "Very well. I serve you a plate while you drop off your things." she says with a teasing smile.

Kakashi flushes and darts into his bedroom without another word. He shuts his door and cocks his head, listening. It's only when he hears the clink of porcelain and pots moving that Kakashi allows himself to relax.

Carefully, very carefully, he opens the bag and takes a peek.

Nestled inside with some decorative tissue paper lies a white-and-red-themed outfit made of delicate fabric.

Kakashi moans and quickly closes it. He takes the bag and stuffs it in his dirty laundry hamper. He'll get rid of it later.

(But later never comes and eventually, Kakashi forgets all about it. Much to his future self's horror.)

It's Hinata's day off and she decides the spend the day doing some light cleaning. She props the laundry basket on her hip and starts transferring Kakashi's dirty laundry to her basket to be washed.

She goes to pick up a blood-stained shirt and stills at the sound of crinkling plastic. Curious, she lifts up the shirt and finds a black bag nestled atop Kakashi's dirty clothes.

Hinata shakes her head fondly and puts the bag on his dresser.

"Oh, Kakashi, you can be so messy sometimes."

Hinata finishes loading the basket and leaves.

She returns two hours later with his clothes freshly laundered and ready to be put away. Hinata picks up the stack of neatly folded briefs and kneels down and places them inside the dresser. She goes to close the drawer but it stubbornly refuses.

Hinata sighs, bemoaning the ancient thing, and turns to the side, hitting it close with her hip twice before the stubborn drawer finally slides close. Something plops onto the floor and Hinata looks down.

It's the mysterious plastic bag, its contents spilled out on the floor.

"Oh no," Hinata mutters and scoops up the white and red fabric. She blinks as one of the pieces falls to the floor.

Hinata bends down and picks the small lacy object. She turns it over in her hands curiously.

A handkerchief? She thinks and unfolds it only to squeak when she realizes what they are.

"P—p—panties?!" Hinata panics, taking a closer look at the rest of the bundle in her arms. Hinata picks up the little nurse hat and stares at it in bewilderment.

Is this the kind of thing Kakashi likes? She wonders, holding up the rest of the, admittingly, tiny outfit. Hinata blushes at the mental image of Kakashi dressed in such a revealing outfit and nearly faints.

(It does not occur to her to think that they could be anyone else's but his. Her heart knows who he belongs to even if her mind hasn't quite caught up yet.)

Hinata blinks the black spots out of her vision and finds herself standing in front of the full-length mirror in Kakashi's room. Hinata pulls the outfit closer to herself.

"It's my…size?" She says wondrously; incredulous. Hinata shakes her head. No, no, she must be mistaken Kakashi doesn't think of her like that. Hinata looks at the tag on the bralette and falters.

It's her size. Right down to the cup and band.

Hinata swallows thickly.

"What…what does this mean?" she says out loud.

Kakashi tilts his head curiously when he steps into their den and Hinata isn't there to greet him.

Maybe she went out? Kakashi glances at the pair of knee-length sandals and quickly dismissed the thought. Curious, he tilts his chin up and lets his nose guide him.

He stops at the closed door to his bedroom and sniffs again.

soaplavenderpackarousal

He starts at the scent of arousal and snorts, shaking his head.

No, no, he must be mistaken. Probably just a leftover from this morning's…activities.

(Kakashi does not think about last night's dream or the way he woke up panting, the ghost of Hinata's taste on his tongue.)

Kakashi opens the door to his room and nearly dies.

There standing in front of his mirror is Hinata. Her presence specifically isn't what's threatening to give him cardiac arrest. No. It's the outfit she's wearing that forewarns a visit from the Shinigami.

Hinata hasn't seemed to notice him yet, busy admiring herself as she should be because she looks divine, her white-gloved hands smoothing the sides of the tiny outfit.

Kakashi tries to say something—anything—to let her know he's here or to ask her why? but he's captivated by the sight of her legs, lean and strong, dressed in a pair of white stockings, the tops decorated with fine lace and digging lightly into her thighs.

Kakashi grabs the doorframe to control himself—nails digging into the sturdy wood—and to keep himself from doing something horrendously stupid like pinning her to the floor and finally cementing their bond.

His eye goes to the twin garters wrapped around her thighs and he finds himself struggling with the very intense need to drag them off with his teeth. Kakashi shifts uncomfortably, his pants suddenly feeling very tight.

Hinata frowns at her reflection and tugs at the front of the costume. However, it has a sort of see-saw effect, causing the back to slide up, revealing the delicate fabric covering her full—gods so full—bottom. Kakashi wants nothing more than to take a handful of each cheek and bite.

It's when Hinata tries zipping the skimpy dress up higher that Kakashi finally loses.

He whines, high and wanting, at the way her breasts bounce, the sheer lace doing nothing to her hide her pert, pink nipples.

Hinata whips around, causing everything to jiggle, and that's it. Kakashi's done.

His visions whites out as an intense surge of heat flushes through his system, scorching past every nerve and leaving him feeling raw and very, very vulnerable.

"...okay…'kashi?"

There is howling and the sound of a hundred drumbeats pounding away in his ears. He gasps trying to make sense of it all.

"—kashi!"

Kakashi blinks, his eyes refusing to work and his mind foggy. He thinks he can hear Hinata calling him.

"...can you…me?!"

Kakashi blinks and just like that his sight and hearing is back.

"Kakashi? Oh, thank the log. You scared me." She says, brushing his hair back from his forehead. Kakashi blinks blearily up at Hinata. His mouth goes dry when his vision finally focuses. He tries to apologize but he can't form any words, not with Hinata's barely covered breasts swaying inches from his nose.

Kakashi whimpers. By the shodai, he can smell her.

"Oh, Kakashi, it's alright," Hinata murmurs, running careful fingers through his hair, "these kinds of things happen to everyone."

It takes a bit for her words to process through his brain, but when they do he finally finds his voice to mutter a quiet, "what?"

Hinata's eyes glance somewhere along his body before she reddens and averts her gaze. It's then that Kakashi registers the cooling wetness in his lap.

Did he—did he just come in his pants in front of Hinata!?

Going by the deep, ruby blush on her cheeks, why yes, yes he did just come in his pants in front of Hinata.

Kakashi mewls like a wounded pup and curls into her stomach; mortified.

Hinata shushes him and continues petting his hair.

They don't talk about it. Not out loud, each of them simply referring to it as The Incident.