Creative Writing: The Insane Room

Kakashi opened the door to your dull room, as usual, holding onto the door frame with what seemed to be an ever present smirk on his face. You looked over to him, hiding the growing blush on your face, not quite knowing what to expect from him; he was as unpredictable as the wind when he was like this. His other hand was behind his back and he looked like he was holding something, but you didn’t know what. His eyes stared at you hungrily, searching over every curve of your body and taking in how perfect he thought you were. The silence was broken by your phone vibrating. You pick it up and smile at the text you just got, but in the middle of typing a reply, Kakashi walks up to you and takes it right out of your hands. “What was that for?” You