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(B/F/N) = best friend's name
(B/N) = boy name
(F/C) = favorite color

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"So... how does this one look?"

"Wow, it looks amazing."

"That's what you said about the last one!"

"But it's true!"

You sighed and slumped your shoulders in defeat.

"This is the fourth dress I've tried on. Is that really all you have to say?"

Kakashi looked up from his book and shifted from his slouched position on the bed to an upright one.

"Well, I will say this... how many dresses do you have in your closet?"

"BABE!"

"What? It's a legitimate question!"

"UGH." You exclaimed as you stomped back into the closet.

It was two hours before your best friend (B/F/N)'s housewarming party, and you had absolutely no idea what to wear. Although you had about six different dresses in your closet, you felt as if none of them were exactly appropriate for the occasion. So, to help you through this dilemma, you decided to call Kakashi, who was previously taking a nap on the couch, to help you choose your attire. However, he was currently doing anything but.

Instead of paying attention like a good boyfriend would, he decided that it would be a good time to reread his stupid green book for the 2657105738th time. In other words, you were essentially talking to a brick wall automated to repeat the same phrases over and over.

Useless ass boyfriend. You thought as you sifted through your clothes, Where's the hype? Where's the oh babe you're so h-

You stared at the piece of clothing in front of you and broke into a large grin.

He's going to love this.

"Hey babe, what about this one?" You asked, walking out of the closet.

"Oh," he replied, not bothering to look up, "that looks great on you."

"You like it?"

"Mhm."

"How much do you like it?"

"A whole lot."

"Do you think I should wear this one?"

"Totally."

"Ok!"

"Great! I'm glad you got that taken care o-"

His mouth dropped open as he looked up.

"Oh fuck no."

"What?"

"Is that lingerie?!"

You turned and looked at your sheer (F/C) "nightgown" in the full length mirror behind you.

"I think it can pass as a dress." You said nonchalantly.

"Babe," he began, setting his book down on the nightstand, "hell would freeze over before I let you walk out in that."

"But... but you said you liked it." you said, faking a pout.

"I-"

"And you told me I should wear it!"

"Bu-"

"I don't think it's a big deal."

"I changed my mind, ok?"

He got up quickly and walked over to you taking both of your hands in his.

"How about the red dress? I liked that one more."

"But I really, really like this one."

"Babe, this dress is too... revealing." He said, his eyes not so subtly staring at your chest.

You grinned mischievously.

"That's fine. I think it makes my ass look great. See?" You said as you turned around.

"I-I..."

"I'm going to start doing my hair. I have to look at least somewhat presentable... You never know who's going to be there." You said, walking into the bathroom with your hips swaying slightly.

He followed you, dumbfounded.

"You know," you began as you sat down at the vanity, "remember (B/N)?"

"Your ex?"

"Yeah. I think he's going to be there."

"W-what?!"

"Oh, I also think (B/N) might be there. Remember him from back at the academy?"

"Wait, you mean the creepy ass who used to stuff love letters into your bag?"

"Yeah... I think (B/F/N) also invited him."

You casually glanced over at Kakashi, whose knuckles turned white from his strong grip on the bathroom counter.

"OH if you think that's bad, guess who else is going to be there?"

You saw Kakashi clench his jaw tightly.

"(B/N)."

"WHY?!"

"He's friends with (B/F/N)'s boyfriend. I heard he recently broke up with his girlfrie-"

"Babe," He quickly interrupted, "I-I'm not usually one to tell you what to do or what to wear, but just this once, please, please change."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want people looking at you!"

"What? Are you literally going to go around blindfolding everybody or?"

"NO YOU JUST-" he took a deep breath before continuing, "you look hot. A bit too hot and... I don't want you looking like that for anyone else except me."

"Hm..." you began, playfully contemplating.

"Then what should I w-"

But before you finished your sentence, he already had another dress in his hands.

Mission accomplished.

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