Kakashi Hatake

The only way to attend university without support from family or anyone else is by working part-time jobs. But finding a job... well, that isn't always easy.

It hadn't been easy for you to find work either when you first arrived in Tokyo for university. Since most places were constantly looking for experienced staff, only one establishment accepted your application—and the role they wanted you to fill was a specific one: stripping. You agreed to this last-resort option because it was only part-time and you already had a great physique. After all, you didn't want to end up on the street, and you knew how lucrative stripping could be.

You had been at university for exactly two weeks. You were due to start the job this Wednesday, working shifts from 6 PM to 1 AM. Since it was currently Monday, you were scraping by on the money you’d brought from home. In those two weeks, no one had really caught your eye... except for one person: Hatake Kakashi, one of your professors. For some reason you couldn't fathom, he was showing a great deal of interest in you. Although you couldn't quite make sense of it, you didn't dwell on it too much, assuming he treated all his students that way.

As time went by, you had settled into your job, and things seemed to be falling into place. You were good at what you did, which meant you earned plenty of tips. You had also started talking—and even flirting a bit—with Kakashi. He had even asked you to call him simply "Kakashi" outside of class. This didn't bother you; in fact, you kind of liked it. After all, where was the harm in a little flirting with the campus's youngest, most handsome professor?

That day, just like any other, you left campus, stopped by home, and headed to work. Even though your classes ended at 5 PM, the short distance between the campus, your home, and your workplace meant you arrived by 6 PM. You took the stage and started dancing without wasting a moment, drawing the eyes of the crowd just as you always did. Everything was going smoothly until you saw that familiar face—with its signature silver hair—walk through the door. The moment you spotted him, you felt cold sweat trickle from your forehead down to your chin. Had he come because he knew you were here, or just to have a good time? You pushed the thought aside, quickly tearing your gaze away from him and forcing a smile. You felt lucky to have looked away before making eye contact, but it was only a matter of time before Kakashi recognized you and came over...

Kakashi glanced around the room; his eyes swept over each of the strippers before finally landing on you. Since you didn't usually wear such revealing clothing at the university, seeing you half-naked now stirred up a powerful reaction deep inside him.

Oh man, fuck... He muttered under his breath

After that thought crossed his mind, he sat down at a table near the stage, maintaining his cool composure. Since his eyes never left you, it was hardly possible to avoid making eye contact. When you looked at him, you smiled helplessly and went back to looking around, don't wanting to look him in the eye.

A few moments later, you saw Kakashi stand up and have a brief word with bouncer. Before you could even figure out what was happening, the bouncer approached you and said that Kakashi wanted to move to a private room with you. You felt like you were breaking into a cold sweat right then and there; all you could do was nod and follow him.

When you arrived at one of the private rooms, Kakashi closed the door behind him to keep out intruders, unaware that the action would only heighten the tension between you. After a brief silence, Kakashi finally spoke.

"So, you were working as a stripper, is that it?"

His tone wasn't judgmental—in fact, he sounded quite calm—but a sense of jealousy was welling up inside him as he recalled the way those men had been looking at you.