High School Couldn't Get Worse

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or anything related to Kishimoto's work.

Summary: Sakura officially hated this silver haired jerk that embarrassed her in front of Sasuke. So she felt pretty justified when she poured her drink on his head. Oh…he was her teacher?

Pairing: KakashiSakura

"Talking"

Thinking

Inner Sakura

Look, an update! Hahahaha I'm terrible :'D.

Sakura opened the fridge and was not even surprised to find the shelves empty. There was, however, a case of bottled water and a sack of lemons. She wasn't sure but she thought there was some mold growing on it.

Kakashi, who had been opening and closing the pantry cabinets in an obnoxious manner while she searched for something edible, came to peer over her shoulder.

"So…what's for dinner?"

Sakura looked back and threw him a mock contemplative look.

"Oh, you know, I'm debating between either boiled or grilled lemons. What do you prefer?" Her expression became dry at the end and the look she sent him could've withered grass.

"Do you seriously not have any food in your house, sensei?" She asks and he scratches his cheek in thought before he snaps his fingers. He opens one of the cupboards and pulls something out in the palm of his hand.

"…Turnip." She says slowly, amazed.

Did he really think she was going to eat a raw turnip? It looked like it had been in that cupboard since the day the house was built.

Disgusted, she slapped his hand and watched as the turnip flew out of his palm.

"How rude, Sakura."

"I am literally five seconds away from strangling you," She stated bluntly.

He chuckled like he'd just heard a good joke and Sakura scowled because she was dead serious. Seeing her irritation he lifted his hands in a placating manner.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you out to eat." He compromised.

Sakura brightened.

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Sakura deflated.

"When you said you were taking me out to eat, I imagined a restaurant." She said moodily as she leant against the passenger door.

Kakashi cocked an eyebrow. "On my salary? Be real, Sakura."

The car pulled forward and Sakura gazed dispassionately at the double golden arches.

"Can I order anything or does your salary limit me to the Dollar Menu?" She asked balefully and Kakashi gave a grand wave to the menu board.

"You may choose whatever your heart desires." He declared magnanimously.

"How generous." She simpered and then proceeded to order an excessive amount of food out of pettiness.

After there dinner of French fries and burgers, Kakashi lounged on the couch with a book as Sakura opened up her backpack and pulled out her homework.

As she completed her assignments at the coffee table she watched as Kakashi continued to read his smut. Seeing as he continued to do nothing she finally asked the question that was plaguing her.

"Aren't you going to grade assignments or something?" She asked while propping her chin on her palm.

"How can I when I left school early?" He asked.

She furrowed her brows. "Yeah but you still had one class today, didn't you?"

"No, you interrupted my free period so I pretty much played hooky right along side you." He said as he turned the page of his book. Sakura puffed up indignantly.

"I didn't play hooky!" She snapped. "I was sick! And you took me off school campus! You—you kidnapped me! Kidnapper!" She pointed a finger at him accusingly.

Kakashi rolled his visible eye.

"Oh, yes, I kidnapped you from school and gave you a slushy and dinner. I'm so cruel." His words were especially dry and Sakura did not appreciate it.

She stared at him for a long while, unable to come up with a response to his words. She grumbled beneath her breath and collected her completed work and shoved them back into her backpack.

"…I'm going to sleep."

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The next morning found Sakura awake at six thirty as she prepared for her day at school. She was ready by seven before realizing Kakashi was nowhere in sight.

"Motherfucker," She muttered darkly, suddenly remembering that Kakashi was chronically late and probably not awake. She walked over to his room and banged her fist against the door.

"Mr. Hatake!" She yelled and received no response. "Sensei?"

Still no response. Frustrated she turned the door handle and pushed inside. It was dark in the room but she could make out Kakashi's form under the covers.

Striding forward she placed a hand on him, intending to shake him awake but was suddenly jolted as his own hand darted out to wrap around her forearm.

"Sense-!" Her words left her in a shriek as she was forcibly tugged onto the bed. The comforter smothered her face as a vice like hold wrapped around her torso and legs. She felt hair brush against her cheek as a nose pressed into her neck.

She was disoriented for a moment before she realized Kakashi was cuddling her in his sleep.

"S-sensei!" She stuttered out angrily and the man mumbled sleepily before pulling her in tighter. Shocked and horrified she placed a foot against the wall the bed was set against and attempted to pull away.

Easier said then done.

It was like trying to pull away from a fucking boa constrictor, she thought and then nearly squealed when Kakashi's head dipped down until he was nuzzling the tops of her breasts.

Jesus—

Straining hard, she kicked against the wall with all her strength and as luck would have it Kakashi chose that moment to release her from his grip.

She literally flew off the bed and landed hard on her back.

"Ugh," She murmured, pained. Something dug into her spine and she reached beneath her to pull out Kakashi's stupid book of smut.

Of fucking course.

She was dismayed to see she hadn't even bent it.

"Sakura?" Kakashi drawled sleepily. Sakura sat up slowly and watched as Kakashi rubbed his eyes; his other hand covering his face from her view.

"What're you doing in my room?" He asked, eyes especially heavy lidded. She realized with a jolt that not only was he not wearing his mask but also his eye patch. She strained her eyes but couldn't exactly make out what his uncovered eye looked like.

She briefly wondered how fast she needed to be to run to the light switch and flip the lights on. She dismissed the thought when she caught sight of his digital clock and the time that blinked back at her.

She stared at him grumpily. "I was trying to wake you up for school."

He sat up at that, and the comforter fell down to his lap. Sakura gaped because Kakashi was definitely not wearing a shirt.

She looked at the comforter wide eyed and was suddenly scared at the thought that Kakashi might be one of those people who slept in the nude.

"Sakura it's only seven twenty." He said sulkily, words muffled behind his hand.

"School starts at seven fifty. It takes fifteen minutes to get to school."

He gave a sigh reminiscent to a moody teenager and made to get up.

"No, wait!" She cried, hands coming up to shield herself as her eyes clenched shut. She kept like that for a moment before cautiously peeking an eye open. Kakashi gave her an amused look as he stood in only a pair of sweat pants.

"Did you think I was going to be naked?" He teased and Sakura huffed before standing up to stride out of the room. Kakashi chuckled at her back.

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They were, surprisingly, not late to school.

However, Sakura had to literally sprint to her first period as Kakashi slowly meandered to the teacher's lounge. She crashed into her chair just as the tardy bell rung and Madara raised a brow at her entrance.

"Five points to Sakura," He joked and Sakura huffed breathlessly. He began the class and Sakura wordlessly pulled out her notebook and textbook for the class. Class was unexpectedly average that day and Sakura found it odd that only three school days had passed and already she was expecting something abnormal to happen.

A normal school day shouldn't feel so unusual.

When class did finish Madara called her back to speak for a bit.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as the rest of the class filed out. He stood at the front of his desk and Sakura came to a halt before him.

"Fine," She said warily and eyed the distance between them. Her caution was good as he suddenly leant forward to press his hand against her face.

"What the hell?" She cried and slapped his palm away, flustered. Madara gave a laugh.

"Well, you still feel warm but you seem like your typical self." He commented.

Sakura wondered what exactly he thought typical was for her. His hand reached forward again but this time it was to push her hair behind her ear. Sakura glared at him.

"Was that cliché move supposed to make me swoon?" She asked with some extra sass. Madara gave her a smirk and leant forward.

"No, but I bet if I kiss you right now you will."

Sakura reared back like he was about to implement his words. The wide eye fear in her eyes made Madara laugh again.

"You're pretty cute, Sakura," He noted. "Most girls would've blushed if I'd said that."

"And you're pretty perverted, Mr. Uchiha." Sakura retorted and swung her backpack over her shoulder. She looked at the clock and saw that it was approaching her next period.

"Oh, please, call me Madara." He offered with what she could only describe as a leer.

She shook her head and corrected her earlier assessment. "Extra perverted. I'm going to class now cause you kinda really freak me out."

She made towards the door but was halted at Madara's next words.

"Kakashi checked you out of school the other day?" It was more a statement than a question and Sakura felt an unexpected chill at his words. She turned to regard him and found a smile still present on his lips but a strange coldness to his demeanor that hadn't been present earlier.

She arched a brow.

"Ugh, yeah?" She offered tentatively and glanced back at the clock mounted on the wall. "Look, Mr. Uchiha I gotta—"

"Be careful around him," Madara interrupts her. The words are not cautionary so much as warning.

"What?" She blurts out, confused. Madara merely smiles benignly and Sakura jolts as the tardy bell rings. She sprints out of the room and disregards Madara's strange behavior.

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When the school day finally finishes, Sakura strides over to Kakashi's classroom and is more than a little surprised to see him actually doing something other than reading his porn. The fact that it appears to be work is even more shocking.

"Mr. Hatake doing work? Am I in a parallel universe?" She gibes. Kakashi hums from where he is apparently grading a paper. When the hell did he find the time to assign an essay?

"Pull up a chair, you're helping me too." He orders and Sakura balks.

"What?" She yelps. "I can't—I can't grade an essay." She argues futilely.

"Sure you can," Kakashi says and looks up. "Now pull out a chair and get to work. Whoever subbed for me gave actual work. What kind of sadist does that?"

Sakura groaned but pulled out a chair. Looking at all the essays present made her head pound and she hadn't even started.

"Can't we just disregard it?" She begged. Who was this substitute teacher to assign homework anyway?

What kind of power trip was that prick riding?

Kakashi handed her a red pen and shook his head unrepentantly.

"Nope, the kids made the effort—I owe it to them to grade it."

Sakura huffs. "Oh, now you choose to be a good teacher. Fantastic." She gives a long-suffering sigh and proceeds to do her best at grading a fellow peers essay.

Two hours soon roll over and Sakura is just finishing up her last essay. Kakashi had stopped grading sometime after her second essay so Sakura had pretty much did the majority of the grading as he read his orange book.

She takes back her words about him being a good teacher.

Sakura moves to cap her pen when it slips between her fingers.

"Ugh," She grunted and mentally cursed as her pen fell with a clatter and rolled under Mr. Hatake's desk. She tried jabbing her foot around to roll in back out, but Mr. Hatake's desk was just low enough to let the tip of her toe slide under.

"Do you see my pen? I dropped it and it rolled over to you."

"Nope," Kakashi muttered, eyes never straying from his book. He flipped a page. Sakura scowled and stood up from her chair before walking around the desk. She tried peering down and only got an eyeful of Mr. Hatake's pants.

Growing frustrated, she harshly wheeled back Mr. Hatake's chair and physically crawled under his desk. It was oddly spacious down there, she thought as she looked around.

And there was her pen, in perfect view of Mr. Hatake's fat face.

She grabbed it and whipped around to yell at him.

"Here it is you asmphh—"

"Quiet," Kakashi hissed, hand over her mouth.

Sakura frowned and was about to rip off his arm but her voice died in her throat when she heard his door creak open. Sakura froze as Kakashi quickly rolled his chair to hide her from view.

The spacious desk was now cramped as Sakura was pressed up against Kakashi's knees in a desperate attempt not to lean against the thin wood at her back. Knowing her luck someone would spot her between the miniscule crack.

"Yo, Kakashi!"

Sakura recognized the voice instantly as her physic's teacher, Mr. Shiranui.

"Genma," Kakashi greeted curtly as he hunched over in his seat. "You're here late."

"I could say the same to you," Genma laughed. "You're usually gone by fifth period."

"Oh, you know," He hesitated, probably trying to make up an excuse. "Grading papers."

"Oh, man, yeah. I only have Physics, so the answers are already on a separate paper, but you have actual essays."

"It's tough," Kakashi commented with a head dip, as if he were the one actually grading. She hit his thigh before she could stop herself and instantly regretted it as he gave a little jump and nearly busted her face in with his crotch.

"Are you okay?" Ask Genma concernedly and Sakura panics as she hears his voice draw closer.

"Fine!" Yells Kakashi. "Just…peachy." He grits out. He brings a fist under the desk and shakes it at her. Immaturely, she covers it with her hand and then throws her arms up like she's won a game of rock-paper-scissors.

"Anyway," Genma continues languidly. "Just stopping by to see if you wanna grab some drinks with the rest of us. We're heading out to the bar right now."

"Me? Oh, no, no, no. I have—I have to—" He fumbles around until eventually he picks up his book. "I have to finish this chapter. It's so enthralling."

Genma snorts.

"You need to get laid, bro. Like yesterday."

Kakashi wilts in his seat as Sakura silently chokes on her laughter.

"Yep, I'll get on that." He said in a strangled voice that just signified how soul crushing the other man's remark was. Sakura laughed even harder at his pain and she had to literally press her face into the collar of her shirt to muffle the sound.

Genma laughs before blessedly Sakura hears the door crack open and then shut. She waits until Mr. Hatake makes eye contact with her.

"That hurt," He says and Sakura can't control the giggle that bursts past her lips. Kakashi makes a disgusted noise and tries to roll back. Her laugh morphs into a gasp of pain and she is quick to grab onto his legs.

"What's wrong?" He asks and tries to wheel back. She cries out at the sharp pain against her scalp and digs her fingers into his thighs.

"My hair!" She cries. "Oh my god! My hair is stuck on—"

"On my zipper." Kakashi's finishes for her. His voice is decidedly unamused.

"Oh my god!" She cries again and then attempts to yank her hair out. Kakashi almost topples out of his chair as his crotch is pulled closer to her face.

"Dammit," He hisses. "Stop."

She actually listens to his command, too panicked to do anything but. She continues to fret until she feels gentle fingers run through her hair. Her breath unexpectedly catches in her throat and she literally stops breathing until he speaks again.

"It's all knotted up in here," He comments. "I can't see. I'm gonna move back to get more light, okay?"

She nods with limited head motion and quietly shuffles from under the desk with him as he rolls back. From there, he leans in close and parts her hair with gentle tugs.

Sakura, feeling abnormally hot, can only look down at the floor.

The floor really needed a good mopping.

It is silent for what feels like hours before Kakashi speaks again.

"Okay, bad news; your hair is beyond my help so we have two choices. We can chop off your hair with my handy dandy scissors," Here he grabs the large pair of red scissors on his desk and makes obnoxious snipping noises with it.

Sakura is immediately not a fan of this choice.

"Or?" She presses.

"Or I can undo my zipper and see if your hair will come loose."

Wow, okay, not really an option she wanted but if it was between that and cutting her hair…

"Undo your zipper." She says bravely and Kakashi arches a brow.

"Goodness, Sakura, it's just right to business with you isn't it? Not even any foreplay…"

"Sensei!" She snaps and pinches his thigh. He chuckles, swats her hand away, and pulls down his zipper. Or at least tries to.

"Ow!" Sakura yelps and almost head butts his dick. Another painful tug has her flinching forward.

"What are you doing?" She cries.

"Your hair is in the way of my zipper," He says, sounding frustrated. He zips his fly up and down and Sakura cringes until finally she awkwardly whips her head up to glare at him.

"This is all your fault." She hisses.

"Mine!" He cries, shocked. "I didn't tell you crawl under my desk! If you'd been caught in such a questionable position, I'd have lost my job!"

"Well if you had just grabbed my damn pen like I'd asked—"

"Well if you hadn't—"

The door flies open and Sakura reflexively jerks back. Kakashi catches the back of her head to keep her in place and Sakura is reminded that she is basically stuck to his crotcho-region. She almost dies on the spot when she hears Mr. Shiranui's voice as he strides in.

"Yo, Kakashi, I almost forgot—" His voice dies in his throat and Sakura can only imagine the scene she and Mr. Hatake make. Her with her hands on his thighs and her head practically in his lap and him holding the back of her head in a death grip.

From the side it would appear perfectly innocent. Unfortunately, Mr. Shiranui got the not so innocent view from her back.

"I…I can explain this," Mr. Hatake says haltingly, his appearance rather flustered.

Sakura doesn't even know where to look as her face is literally pressed an inch from Kakashi's dick.

She swears to God she will never be able to look at this pair of pants the same way again.

Actually, she's not sure if she will be able to look at them ever again.

She's not sure if she can look at Kakashi ever again, either.

She tries to jerk back once more and Kakashi gives a low hiss as he is pulled forward. He tightens his grip on her head and she hears Mr. Shiranui's audible gulp.

"U-um," There's a thud as he seems to back up into the door. "No…no need to explain, buddy. I get it." And then she hears him sprint away. Kakashi groans above her, his chest pressing against her forehead as he slouches.

"Well, there goes my career," He mutters against her hair piteously.

"There goes my reputation," Sakura counters.

"He didn't even see your face," Kakashi argues.

"I have pink hair, sensei! How many girls do you know that have pink hair?" He is quiet at that and Sakura huffs before resuming her tugging on her hair. Kakashi, seeming not to care anymore, simply reclines in his seat and lets her do all the work.

Like always.

"Got it!" She cries as she is finally able to pull back and stand.

"Good for you." Mutters Kakashi, still in a funk. He is so obviously bothered by what transpired that Sakura couldn't even take any pleasure in his misery. In fact, she feels somewhat sympathetic as she gazes at his 'I want to die' face.

Sakura sighs and reaches down to tug him to his feet.

"Relax." She says, clapping him hard on his back. Extremely hard because she may feel sorry but she still hated the guy. "I doubt Mr. Shiranui will report you. You guys are friends."

"There's such a thing as moral responsibility Sakura. And snitches."

"Well snitches get stitches." She jokes and Kakashi doesn't seem to enjoy her humor as he frowns. She changes the subject.

"Anyway, the papers are graded and I'm ready to go!" She walks to other side of his desk to grab her backpack and his suitcase. Kakashi stares at his desk for a long moment. He grabs a framed picture of his pug. It is decorated with little hearts.

"I should start putting my possessions in a box now to save some time." He says and Sakura has to shake her head at his pessimism.

"If you haven't gotten a call by now then you're fine." She says with more positivity than she felt.

Fortunately, there was never any call to Kakashi. Unfortunately, Mr. Shiranui (And occasionally some of her other teachers) would give her little winks whenever she was in class. Naruto seemed to notice in one class and he gave her a curious look.

"Why is everyone blinking at you?"

Sakura could only sigh and tug on her long locks.

"Curse thee, pink hair."

She doesn't even think about Madara's previous words until he corners her the next day at school.

I have not updated this in a long time! I have no excuses lol. I also have no promises as I can't keep them. I'll see you guys when I see you guys :)

Pink Hair is Bad for Business

July 23, 2017

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