"It's a purple tiger, sensei! That doesn't happen in nature!" You excitedly shouted in between raucous fits of laughter, holding the coloring page high for the invisible passerbys; after all it was well after midnight.

Honestly, Kakashi wouldn't have been able to make out the tiger which you so proudly colored. If it wasn't for the thick sloppy layer of purple crayon over the faint outline of an animated tiger you used to make your masterpiece, he would've dismissed it as monotony.

You clung to your poor sensei's arm, the only support you had to aid you with each shuffled step you took. To say you were tipsy would be an understatement; you were heavily intoxicated. Kiba Inuzuka had a huge house party that night, and of course there had to be alcohol involved, and with you being such a risk taker and hardcore party addict taking shots after shots was your game, and tonight you were a heavy hitter.

"Oi, {Name}, never do this to me again," complained Kakashi, although in reality he was just worried for you. A small woman as yourself consuming so much alcohol, and under the legal age for drinking; you were breaking rules left and right, especially ones detrimental to your health and reputation.

He held one arm firmly around your waist, if he didn't you'd undoubtedly topple over. Noticing the time, Kakashi ran his free hand through his silver spikes, pondering a plan considering what to do with you. Surely he couldn't bring you home like this. Who knows what you'd do and how your parents would react; after all Kakashi is held responsible for your actions.

"Kakashi-sensei," you slurred, still clutching the tiger coloring page close to your chest; although it sounded more as if you uttered Kashi-sensei.

Kakashi turned his head to face you, his eyes being met with your surprisingly wide ones with mascara and eyeliner smudged all over your eyelid giving you the faint resemblance of a panda.

"I want to go home with you," you said with resolution, your eyebrows furrowing.

"{Name}, there's no room for you to sleep in," he countered, although taking you home with him would be a much easier and faster solution to the problem. The only con about that idea though was the fact that you're a minor, staying with a grown adult; Kakashi could get in much trouble for that.

"T-then just let me sleep with y-you," you slurred, a small smile twitching at the corner of your lips.

With no other choice, Kakashi caved and brought you home with him. But a night of sleeping away your intoxication was very far away, for as soon as you reached your sensei's apartment you were still up for a night of activity.

The first second you stepped through the door you made him take apart his bed; sheets, blankets, and all, just to make a fort. He only obliged because you wrapped your arms around him from behind, whispering in his ear, begging him to do it for you.

Now, you lay in Kakashi's lap, mumbling about some nonsense, a cute giggle emitting from your lips every now and then. But all of a sudden, you let out a sharp gasp, causing Kakashi to awake from his own stupor.

"{Name-chan}, what's wrong?" He questioned, rubbing a hand through your long blonde hair, untangling the knots.

"Im your favorite student, right, sensei? I mean, I drew my purple tiger for you, so I must be your favorite." You looked so frantic and fragile, as if whatever answer he may give would break you.

Kakashi's eyes widened before a small smile broke out upon his features. "Of course You're my favorite ,{Name}."

After it was "confirmed", you thrust your now crumpled up coloring page into his hand, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

An eruption of goosebumps broke out all over Kakashi's skin at your touch and tone of voice. Your hair tickled his neck and felt so soft against his skin; all he could imagine was how your lips would feel planted there instead. And as he looked down at you his attention accidentally directed itself at your cleavage, practically spilling out of your top due to your current disheveled state and already low-cut shirt.

Now your hands were fiddling with Kakashi's fingers, comparing hand sizes, which of course proved his hand to be much larger in proportion to your own, along with the length of his fingers. All of a sudden you took a big sniff- "Sensei, you smell good," you said in awe, breathing in his shirt, gripping it in fistfuls. To be honest, what you were smelling was the scent of your own perfume, a raspberry musk fragrance which, due to your physical closeness, was why you could also smell it on your Sensei; but he wasn't going to remind you of that.

Suddenly the atmosphere grew serious once more and you lifted your hand to stroke his cheek with your fingers.

"You're so good to me, Kakashi Sensei. I really don't deserve you," you muttered sadly but at the same same time with pride, you truly believed you had the best teacher, and really you did.

"Oh, what're you talking about, of course you deserve it," sputtered Kakashi, willing to do anything to prevent you from getting emotional and irrational. He became more and more reliant on your touch, practically melting upon intact. A whole flock of butterflies flying about in the middle of his stomach, causing his whole body to clench.

Suddenly your face broke out in a goofy grin, one you'd have if knowing something someone else thinks you don't, right before you tell them exactly what you know.

"Are you thinking dirty thoughts of me, Kakashi?" You smirked, your demeanor going from adorable to sensual in a matter of seconds.

Now that the tables have turned you shuffled your position so you were now straddling him, your fingers at his belt loop holes, sliding slowly in and out of each one.

While you took your sweet old time, teasing your Sensei; about a thousand dirty scenarios previously conjured reawakened in his mind, hitting him like a stack of bricks. Reading those make out paradise novels surely gave Kakashi a fairly erotic imagination, and now that one was coming true, he debated on seizing the opportunity or kindlyletting you down.

You were drunk, not even one fiber of your being was behaving rationally, but your playful attitude was clearly being mistaken for horny. Your personality at the moment was completely unpredictable, and Kakashi would never sexually take advantage of you while you weren't in your right mind.

"You can kiss me if you want," you giggled, a hiccup escaping your lips. Your fingers traced shapes along his face, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.

You were being too adorable to resist, your big blue eyes wide and curious. You pulled on the collar of Kakashi's shirt, not even giving him time to gather his own thoughts. His lips met yours in a quick peck, giving off a smacking sound as you pulled away. Kakashi's eyes went wide even though the kiss was nothing close to serious.

As you pulled back, you were in fits of laughter, covering your mouth. What had you in hysterics was the fact that your sensei had no realization of the fact that he had pulled down his mask, revealing to you his whole face. His lips were full and kissably plump but the masked ninja was too caught up with with current scenario; he never even noticed until you brushed your fingers over his bare lips.

You buried your face into his chest at his shocked expression, averting your eyes so he could pull his mask back up, hiding his face once again. But soon your laughter died down to calm, even breaths and your grip on his shirt became subconscious. But before you were completely immersed in la la land, clear as day you uttered "I love you Kakashi-sensei.", before soft snores were heard indicating that you had finally fallen asleep.

Kakashi bit his lip, a wave of feelings he couldn't even make sense of just washing over him. In attempt to distract himself he picked up the crumpled picture you colored for him. He smoothed out the wrinkles and to his surprise, written on the corner in who knows what in the most sloppy looking hand writing were the words-For Kakashi Sensei, my favoritest teacher