Quick Info~

Hi guys! I've finally fallen into the Naruto fandom. I knew it was only a matter of time, really. This story has been bouncing around in my head for awhile now, and I figured that today would be the perfect day to post it since September 15th is Kakashi's birthday! Like many KakaSaku stories, there's going to be smut (hence the M rating), but there will also be a lot of fluff and humor that you just can't escape when writing these two. It takes place in the Naruto-verse; although, instead of Sasuke returning after the 4th Shinobi War, he decides to continue his travels without repairing his relationship with Naruto, Sakura, etc. Let me know what you guys think! I'm always open to suggestions. :) Enjoy!

Ino was staring at Sakura with the same expression she had been using since they were kids. Narrowed eyes that made her nose crinkle and thin, slightly pursed lips. It was a look Sakura knew well, and a look that Ino saved only for her.

When Sakura was seven, she admitted that she couldn't swim, followed by the Ino-expression. When Sakura was nine, she tried to cut and style her own bangs, followed by the Ino-expression. When Sakura decided that she had a crush on Sasuke, the Ino-expression was quickly replaced with haughty anger, but it was still present nonetheless.

So when the pair discussed what Sakura was going to do for her twentieth birthday, she should've known better than to drop that bomb on Ino.

"What do you mean you're still a virgin?" Ino asked loudly.

Sakura nearly clamped one hand over her headstrong friend's mouth. Instead, she merely let out a low hiss and drummed her fingers on the table impatiently. Their waiter really should've arrived with their food already. That way Sakura could've told Ino the truth while she had a mouthful of ramen. Receiving a face full of partially chewed noodles would've been preferable to the entire population of Konoha knowing about her sex life.

"I just…haven't met the right person yet," Sakura mumbled.

But the Ino-expression was still there, so Sakura knew she wasn't out of the doghouse yet.

"You mean Sasuke hasn't been in town long enough for you to beg and plead." Ino snorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No!" Sakura exclaimed, her pitch rising higher in that telltale way it did whenever she was lying.

Ino raised an eyebrow and Sakura sighed in defeat.

"Fine," she continued. "But it isn't as easy as it looks. Men practically throw themselves at you since you've got a big enough rack to cushion their fall. And what do I have to offer? A flat chest and a bargain coupon for Ichiraku."

"I'm sure Naruto would eat the ramen right off of your flat chest. At least you'll get to second base," Ino said, giggling.

Sakura didn't seem to think her comment was as funny, so Ino coughed awkwardly and suppressed her laughter. Leaning across the table, Ino reached out to cup Sakura's hands around her own.

"Look, you've got one month until you turn twenty. That's more than enough time to find someone who is worthy of deflowering the fifth Hokage's former apprentice."

Before Sakura had time to retort, a conveniently timed waiter brought out their food. (Two heaping, steaming bowls of shoyu ramen with enough noodles to feed Naruto twice over.) Sakura sighed and stared unhappily at her reflection in the bowl.

She was pretty. A dainty type of pretty that could knock you into the next century if you messed with her. But she wasn't hot by any means. She was the type of girl you could take home to your mom, not the type to lose self-control over.

"If you keep frowning like that you'll give yourself wrinkles," Ino said in between mouthfuls of ramen.

Sakura was only half listening. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar face, eye-smiling his way straight into the comfiest booth in the restaurant. She muttered under her breath. Kakashi Hatake never used those tricks to get good seats when he ate with her. Then again, he did always manage to force her into paying, so maybe his tricks weren't lost on her after all?

She couldn't help but notice how odd it was to see him sitting alone. His nose was buried in one of his filthy Icha Icha books, his eyes skimming the page lazily. Despite his nonchalant face, Sakura could've sworn that she saw the faintest hint of pink creeping up just above his mask. She didn't blame him either, as she had seen first hand some of Jiraiya's most lewd plotlines. On one particularly long trip, Kakashi had fallen asleep with the book left open near his pack. It only took reading about half of a page before Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke felt like they needed to bleach their eyes.

"—and then there's Sai, but I've got him pretty much wrapped up and stored away for Christmas, if you know what I'm saying, Sakura. Sakura? Hey, are you even listening to me?"

"Mm, what?" Sakura blinked a few times, tearing her eyes away from her old teacher and focusing on Ino again.

"Who were you looking—oh!" Ino inhaled sharply as a wide grin complete with sparkling mischief spread across her face.

She clicked her tongue a few times as Sakura stared at her in utter confusion.

"What's wrong with you, Pig?" Sakura asked, feeling her face begin to flush despite the fact that she had no idea why Ino was behaving so strangely.

"You would choose the only other man in all of Konoha who is just as unobtainable as Sasuke," Ino said, shaking her head. "I'm starting to think that you like the idea of being a virgin forever."

"You've got to stop being so cryptic. I don't even know who you're talking—"

"Although, I did hear a rumor that Kakashi-sensei likes virgins, so you might have a shot," Ino mused, placing her hand on her chin in thought.

The noise Sakura made resembled something similar to a choking, dying cat. If her jaw could've hit the floor, it would've crashed through the tile and continued barreling straight into the earth.

"Whoa, hold on. You think that I'm attracted to… You think I want to have sex… with Kakashi-sensei?" Sakura blurted.

She felt as though the crushing silence that followed was due to her outburst. Even though she couldn't bring herself to look anywhere but directly at Ino, she felt as though dozens of Leaf Village citizens' eyes were boring holes into her skull from every angle. Citizens that included, mind you, the aforementioned Kakashi-sensei himself.

Ino smiled apologetically as Sakura began to turn every shade of red under the sun. "I'm not saying that you do or don't. I'm just saying that if you did, it wouldn't be a bad choice. He's a great shinobi and I'm sure all of those years of training have left him in impeccable shape."

Imagining Kakashi in 'impeccable shape' was not one of Sakura's usual thoughts. But Ino wasn't technically wrong. As a medical ninja, Sakura had seen more than her fair share of Kakashi's body. But in the heat of battle, she wasn't exactly tracing his abs with her fingertips.

"Anyway, I promised Shikamaru that I'd help him pick out an apology bouquet for Temari. Something about him calling one of Gaara's Kazekage meetings 'a drag'," Ino said, standing and fishing through her purse for her wallet.

"You're just going to leave me in here after I used 'sex' in the same sentence as my former teacher?" Sakura hissed incredulously.

"No one noticed," Ino said, waving away Sakura's worries with her hand.

As Ino briskly hurried out the restaurant door, Sakura felt herself wishing that she could slide into the bowl of ramen and hide in the warm broth until everyone in the general vicinity left. She couldn't help but wonder just how Ino became such a sexually confident young woman. It was almost as if she had blossomed overnight. The closest Sakura had ever come to reaching anywhere past first base was when her breasts got too close to the kebab skewers Choji was swiftly reaching for.

"So she didn't skip out on paying. Interesting."

Sakura froze as a cool, tenor voice washed over her like a calming wave. Kakashi's eyes stayed glued to his book, his expression as seemingly nonchalant as always.

"Well, some people have the decency to pay when they say they will," Sakura retorted, happy to find that her vivacious fire could still emerge underneath all of the layers of embarrassment.

"That sounds like it's directed towards me," Kakashi said simply, sitting across from her.

"Gee, I wonder why," Sakura muttered.

Kakashi gave her a quick eye smile before returning to his book. Since he didn't respond, Sakura was not quite sure what to say next. She found herself aimlessly turning her fork over and over again in the bowl and watching as the ripples hit the porcelain sides.

She typically tried not to let Ino get to her, but the longer she sat there, the longer she worried. What if Ino was right and Sakura was missing out? Was it really that strange to be a twenty-year-old virgin? She didn't ask the others much about their personal lives, but she was almost positive that Naruto and Hinata had decided to take that next step. Hinata was a blushing fool for an entire day after she and Naruto emerged from his apartment with messy hair and rumpled clothes. If the rumors were true, that joyful bellowing coming from Rock Lee's place wasn't because of extreme squats. Even someone as lazy as Shikamaru got around to having sex!

So Sakura did the only logical thing she could think of in that moment.

"Kakashi-sensei, can I ask you a question?" she asked.

"Hmm?" One raised eyebrow followed the sound.

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

Kakashi was silent for a moment and Sakura could tell that he was taking in her question carefully. A small smile tugged at his lips as he carefully flicked one thumb over the corner of the page he was reading and dog-eared his spot. He set the book down and his eyes flashed up to meet Sakura's.

"Not exactly the type of question I thought I'd be hearing today," he said.

Sakura frowned. Did she really expect an answer from the most cryptic man on the planet?

"O-kay," she said, drawing out the word as she attempted to quickly think of a way to rephrase her question. "Do you think that twenty is too old to still be a virgin?"

"Not necessarily," Kakashi said. "But I don't think you need to worry about Ino, if Sai is telling the truth."

"N-no, it's not Ino… I just… Please, sensei, could you just tell me how old you were?"

"Well, I lived through a war," Kakashi said. "Sex wasn't as intimate of a thing for ninja on the battlefield. I'd say I was probably about sixteen, though."

Sakura's face fell. Why did she expect a different answer? She hadn't so much as seen Kakashi with any women other than the few that he worked with, let alone see him out on a date. It made sense that all of his sexual encounters happened long before she even knew of his existence.

"My birthday is coming up," Sakura said quietly, dropping her gaze towards the floor.

Kakashi was smiling again. "I know."

"I'm turning twenty," Sakura said, her voice barely audible.

Despite her averted gaze, she almost thought that she could see a hint of realization flicker in his eyes. He leaned back, inhaling slowly and pocketing his book.

"Kakashi-sensei," Sakura started, clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides.

She just had to ask. Those little words that Ino was convinced every man wanted to hear. The worst he could do was tell her no, pat her head, and be on his way.

Kakashi was staring at her evenly, calmly. He had the composure of a statue compared to how shaky Sakura was feeling.

"Can you teach me what you know about sex?"