KakaAnko

“Gai, do you have to sit so close to me? It’s hot enough without your overbearing body heat right next to me,” Anko hissed, her arm outstretched to push Gai away from her. A satisfying smirk appeared on her features as he moved away to another sofa in the apartment. “Beloved Rival of mine! How did you not know your AC unit was out today? You should have kept a better lookout, Kakashi!” Gai bellowed as he plopped down and fanned his face. If anyone actually paid attention, they totally would have known he was panting to try and keep cool. Kakashi appeared from the back of the apartment and wiped his forehead wit

The next few days for Anko are pure agony. She only left the villa to make sure the village is okay and to restock the kitchen. Anko even makes sure to make something that Kakashi likes in hopes that a familiar scent might bring him back. But, when he hasn’t so much as stirred, Anko begun to actually lose hope. Sitting next to Kakashi on the floor, she studies his features and notices the stubble and how… musky he has become. “Shit…” she mutters and quickly goes to get a rag and bucket of warm water to clean up the Copy Ninja. Anko wipes him down and debates on what to do with the stubble he has. Deciding to ju

Inaho-mura could not be much further, Anko thinks to herself. She can feel sweat drip down the side of her face as she races back to the village. Thankfully it was the cover of late night now. Anko didn’t care who would see her right now, if anyone is out at this time that is. Her whole entire body burns from sheer exhaustion from carrying Kakashi and running all the way back. But, she didn’t care. Kakashi is her main concern and nothing will get in the way of that. That is until she hears a howl and a group of eight ninken appear running next to her. “And where the hell have you guys been?! Kakashi could have used your he