A heaviness filled the air even into the night. Thick, damp and absolutely dreadful. The air was still with not a hint of a breeze even though the window was wide open.

Why did he have to be born in Fire Country? Couldn't he have been born in the Land of Snow? Probably not, he would have complained about being too cold then. As he complains about many things, especially the feeling of restlessness as of late. It was muggy and hot, and nowhere in the village felt comfortable.

The silver-haired legend sprawled across the mattress haphazardly. The blankets had long been flung onto the floor in a fit of irritation. He couldn't stand the fabric sticking to his legs, to the sweat that glistened in the moonlight. He breathed low and deep, the agitation reaching a peak.

"I hate the fucking heat." He cursed before rolling over again, burying his face into a pillow.

He longed for the comfort of the 'cold side', being able to climb into bed and just flip it over and find pure bliss in the cool cloth against his skin.

Not today, that comfort was long gone as the pillow stuck to him just as much as everything else. He sighed before rolling away. He pulled his mask off his face, taking a deep breath, only to scowl once more. He might as well have kept it on if it sticking to his face didn't infuriate him.

Tonight had to be one of the hottest days, and now nights he'd ever remembered in Konoha. He tried to think of anything to distract himself from the discomfort of the heat before he went mad.

He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. Not long after, the colors of pink and green flood his brain. Of a beautiful smile, once timid and shy, but now full of rightful confidence. He couldn't help the smile that graced his lips, a memory of today flitting back.

The heat affected everyone, and Sakura, while usually modest compared to most kunoichi, had worn something riskier for training today. He was sure he hadn't seen so much of her skin in the entire time he had known her, even being her main mission partner for years after the war ended.

They had been in such close quarters many times for survival's sake, he could remember the feel of her curves, but to be able to actually see them in the open was another thing. To see how pale and damn near flawless her skin was had been more tempting than he'd ever expected. He saw the faint scar on her stomach from the fight with Sasori for the first time, and he had imagined licking over that skin lovingly. It's no surprise how she landed hits easier today than usual, as he had struggled to stay focused on training instead of watching the way sweat trickled down her neck.

He groaned softly as he felt his cock become half hard just at the thought.

He'd wanted to pin her down on the training ground and ask her if she had purposely been taunting him with her body. The way she moved so fluidly, or the subtle way her breast would bounce when she moved, how her thighs flexed whenever she took a fighting stance.

It was shameful for him to admit that he not only caught himself seeing her more as a woman than his student these days, and that today had been especially distracting leading to her landing a few more hits, and hopefully she hadn't noticed.

He groaned at the memory of her body, wishing he could have her.

"Damn," He cursed before moving his hand to grip his length and give it a few strokes. He shuddered softly before tilting his head back, recalling another memory.

They were hiding from enemy nin on the perimeter. They had almost been sighted, but he shoved her into a tree, clamping a hand over her mouth and bringing his other to place a finger over his masked lips as he looked into her eyes.

He hadn't done it intentionally, but his leg had slipped between hers, and she was pressed flush against him as her eyes widened in surprise, her gasp silenced by his glove. She had fit right up against his body, and she had instinctively grabbed his hips.

He refused to acknowledge it back then, but he could smell her arousal after the fact for hours. He still wonders now if it was just her hormones, or if it was him that had caused those heated feelings for her.

He only hoped and wished it has been him.

He pushed the pillow down toward his crotch as he rolled onto his stomach, pinning it with his hips. He rubbed himself against it slowly, a moan slipping through his lips.

He had imagined it was her he was pushing into, her sweat-soaked body under him as she keened with delight at his touch. He'd lean down and kiss her lips, down her neck, suck on her breasts, leaving purplish marks on them, make sure she'd never forget him.

Sakura meandered up the steps to get partners apartment. She had wanted to check on him, thinking Kakashi could be sore from training. She recalled him being off focus today, and having got him pretty good a couple times. No need to leave him injured and sore when they could be called to a mission at any moment.

She knocked on his door, half expecting to be ignored. Too bad for him, he had given her a key awhile ago. When he continued to ignore her, she sighed.

"Stubborn ass is probably taking a soak or something else instead of asking for help…" She muttered under her breath as she grabbed her keys, unlocked the door, and entered his apartment.

She went straight for the bathroom, only to see it was empty, and completely clean. His bedroom was just down the hall and she headed toward it before she heard him call out in his sleep.

She hurried faster, hoping he wasn't having one of his night terrors he has vaguely mentioned on days when he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.

"S-Sakura…" He groaned softly, unaware of the pinkette coming into his home with her spare key. He had never heard her knock over his own imagination.

He thrusted his hips faster, reaching down to pump himself again. "S-Sakura…" He moaned louder, freely.

She came into his room, eyes wide at the sight. It was clear he was far from having a nightmare, but now she had answers she had wondered about for awhile, and maybe a sliver of hope for herself.

"Kakashi…" She called out, trying to hide her smirk.

He froze before grasping the sheet to throw over himself, and sitting straight up.

"How long have you been in here?" He asked tightly. "And I never heard the door."

She sauntered closer before pressing her fingertips against his chest. "Long enough to wonder why you would be moaning my name."