Naruto huffed tiredly, slamming his back against his locker.

Kakashi turned from where he was lazily leaning against the wall to plant his right elbow beside the blonde boy's slumped head.

Naruto looked up and was startled when he felt Kakashi's breath tickle his nose.

Kakashi's dark onyx eye seemed to bore into him, watching him as though he was the only person he could see.

Naruto pouted at the senior student, noticing how much taller the silver haired boy was.

Kakashi's thoughts consisted of the usual, small, problems, like what he was going to cook for dinner later or how long to procrastinate his English assignment (write a short novel, due in two months), but how he didn't want to risk it and would just end up asking Naruto for help with the majority of the story - the blonde was too creative for his own good: it'd be best to channel that creativity into something productive and that didn't involve vandalising, plus, Kakashi was lazy and would definitely procrastinate for the better part of his month.

Kakashi's thoughts strayed to Naruto's golden hair.

How does it stay so voluminous?

How does hair even get that blonde?

I'm ninety percent sure that his hair is secretly giving off actual light.

Kakashi only noticed how close he was when Naruto shifted and he felt the blonde locks brush against his face. He pulled away quickly, seeing Naruto smiling questioningly.

His gaze tried to shift away from the shorter boy, it really did, but it was no use, constantly being pulled back to the vibrant shades of the blonde's blue eyes, dragging itself down his cheeks, tracing the scars that raced towards his ears and jaw, groping towards those soft pink lips that rested in a gorgeous curve.

Kakashi sighed, looking back up to Naruto's eyes as he spoke, "Have you ever just wanted to kiss someone, but you can't?"

Kakashi let his frustration leak into his words, filling them with something akin to fury.

Naruto tilted his head adorably in a confused manner.

"What's stopping you?"

With the cute furrow of his eyebrows becoming apparent, Naruto's puzzled pout became more prominent, leading Kakashi's eye back down.

It was the end of the school day and neither of them had anyone to go home to, nor did they hate each other's company, so Kakashi thought that, just maybe, he could get off the hook this one time - oh, who was he kidding? He was just making up excuses to justify kissing Uzumaki freakin' Naruto. This was Naruto, who even the Uchiha enjoyed the company of, and he was right there for the taking.

Deciding to fuck it and throw all worry out the window to pick up later, Kakashi slipped off the face mask that covered the lower half of his face and gently pressed his lips against Naruto's. Kakashi was almost expecting Naruto to freeze in surprise, but this wasn't a fanfiction and this was, again, Uzumaki freakin' Naruto, one of the most surprisingly observant people he knew and renowned for his unpredictable actions.

Instead of the freeze or the soft return of the kiss that he had been half expecting, he was suddenly thrown off balance by the blonde boy launching himself at the senior student, hopping up on the single foot that remained on the ground (mostly to stop the two from falling over).

Kakashi pulled away in surprise.

Naruto blushed lightly with a small, cheeky grin.

"You look hot behind your mask," he said warmly. "This is now my face." Kakashi's visible eye widened, unsure of what was going on. "No one else is allowed to see this face: it's all mine and mine alone to kiss and coddle and adore."

Kakashi felt a rush of blood crowd into his cheeks as he gave a teary, wobbly smile to his crush, all the previous aloof 'I-don't-care' posture completely dissipated by the beauty of the magnificent person in his arms.

"Okay," the silver haired boy squeaked out, tightening his hold on the walking hotspot in his arms.

"Okay," he repeated as he swooped in for another kiss.