Salvation (Kakashi x OC) (Standalone)

11.1

"A teenager?" Kakashi was still unamused, if his hard voice was any indication. Really, I wasn't sure Sam wouldn't get freaked out once she saw this muscle-man Kakashi with his deep voice and penchant for glaring.

"He's training to become a hero named Red Riot," I explained, giving up trying to pull the man around. Bracing one hand against his chest like it was nothing more than a wall, I silently heaved, trying to regain my full lung capacity. "He's a good kid. A very good kid. Very outgoing, very sweet, very caring. He struggles with self-image issues. He's a teenager, Kakashi. A teenager."

Kakashi looked at me, an unyielding tilt keeping his neck firmly in place.

Before I could even begin to explain Kirishima's quirk, a voice sounded from behind us.

"Is that Kakashi?" Sam squealed excitedly, making both me and Kakashi wince. "Gracie! Is that for real Kakashi! You dog! Oh my gosh, you really went for it, didn't you?"

I whirled around, my face stuck in a weird expression like I'd just gotten hit in the face with a frying pan. "Huh? I didn't bring him here. Wait. Wait a minute...Did you...did you bring...Kirishima...here?"

Sam bounded over, a little spitfire with plaid armor. Kirishima followed behind her, more sedately, with an apologetic look on his face.

"I don't think I brought him here," Sam mused, crossing her arms and leaning more heavily on one foot, splaying the other one across the pavement. "I'm not that great with interdimensional magic."

My head jolted back so hard, I knew I would wake up sore tomorrow.

I felt Kakashi's warmth appear as a shadow behind me. A looming, inescapable presence. He leaned down, whispering in my ear, "I thought there wasn't magic in this world."

Turning my cheek until it rubbed up against the mask covering Kakashi's lower face, I whispered back, if a bit more forcefully. "There isn't! This girl's cracked! I swear!"

"Wait, Gracie," Sam tilted her head, "you're not a witch, too?"

"A witch?" My voice squeaked, and I sidestepped away from the menacing shinobi at my back. "A witch! You're not—you're not seriously claiming to be a witch right now, are you? Are you crazy? Do I look stupid or something?"

Unperturbed, Sam tilted her head. "Well, duh, that's cuz it's a hidden society. I thought since you got your own man from another world, too, that you were one of us. Maybe that you gave me mine."

Sam looked adoringly over to Kirishima, who shuffled a bit uncomfortably, smiling a strange, pained smile. Ever the adorable puppy trying to smooth things out.

Forcing herself out of heart-eye-mode, Sam commented, "I didn't think Kakashi would be your first pick for husbando."

I shuddered. "Okay, stop. Stop." I held up a hand. "First off, no I am not a witch." I glared at Kakashi, the unflinching shinobi staring down Kirishima with more than a little deadly intent. "Let's make that very clear. And no, I don't believe that you are a witch. I mean, seriously? A hidden society beneath—" my mind wandered to all the things in the world I didn't understand. If I wasn't looking for a hidden society, then there's no way I would find one if I'd never been directly involved with it before.

Clearing my throat, I continued, "...moving on. Kakashi is not my husbando. I don't use that word, okay? I'm not that kind of fan."

"But there is one, isn't there?" Sam slanted her eyes toward me like a cheeky, grinning fox. Actually, like Spongebob when he annoyed Squidward.

"You like it, don't you, Squidward?"

How did this conversation veer into something this—this—unbelievable?