Falling for my Sensei •• Kakashi Hatake x OC

Careful Ari

I'm fucking drunk.

My entire body feels light and buzzy and my stomach hurts from laughing so hard.

I feel like I'm without a care in the world.

I grab my 7th shot and nearly fall off the bar stool that I'm sitting on, but Deidara steadies me by slinging his arm over my shoulder.

"Careful Ari. We don't want to send you home with any injuries." He laughs and I giggle like an air-head in response.

I haven't been this fucked up in a while. It's the first time in a couple of days that I feel happy.

Who cares if it's a facade brought on by the liquor. Right now my silver haired, sexy, muscular, mysterious Sensei is the farthest thing from my mind.

I bite my lip at the thought that snaked it's way into my hazy intoxicated head.

Okay, maybe he's not the farthest thing from my mind.

But I haven't thought of him once in the last ten minutes.

"You're pretty cute when you're drunk Ari." Deidara leans in, nearly whispering in my ear.

Nagato looks up from his phone eyeing the two of us suspiciously but decides he doesn't care enough.

I may be wasted but I can still feel the uncomfortable knot in my stomach reacting to his close proximity.

Patron shots or not, I'm not into him like that.

I squirm a little bit under his arm still draped around my shoulder.

Thankfully Konan and Yahiko come back to the table carrying more drinks.

"Konan was nice enough to supply the next round!" Yahiko yells loudly over all the bar noise. Konan gives a sarcastic smile.

"You all owe me!" She laughs.

I hiccup as I reach in and grab one of the tiny glasses holding the clear liquid.

Our table erupts with laughter at my eagerness.

"That's like your 8th shot girl!" Konan struggles to get out her words through her giggling.

She leans on Yahiko for support, visibly inebriated.

"Bet, I can make it ten." I wink at her and the mischievous look she gives me in return only encourages me.

She grabs two more of the small shot glasses and leans over the table placing them in Deidara's large palm.

He looks down at me with a sinister smirk, daring me to grab the next one.

I happily take it and throw it back relishing in the cool sting that burns my throat.

Chills run up my arms and I know I'm feeling the full effects of all the alcohol I've consumed tonight.

Deidara lifts the next one towards me as I take it out of his hand.

"Thank you." I say feeling the room spin a little.

I bring the shot glass to my lips, unaffected by the strong smell of the liquor.

Suddenly I feel a strong grip on my wrist yanking me off the bar stool and out from under Deidara's arm.

I drop the shot and the glass shatters on the ground.

I stumble down off the stool nearly colliding with the floor as the hand aggressively jerks me upright.

"Hey, what the fu-" I hear Deidara get shoved behind me by another person, almost knocking our table over.