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Hatake Kakashi pulls out the little black notebook he keeps in his vest pocket.
Prefers kunai over shuriken he writes.
He flips through the half-filled notebook and smiles to himself.
Uses right hand when writing but uses left for everything else - ambidextrous?
Hates mazegohan
Favorite color is red
Annoyed by #1 Teacher mugs but too polite to say anything
Favorite chalk brand: Hagoromo
He slips the notebook back into his vest pocket and slides out of his tree as the target of his observation, Umino Iruka walks over from where he had been practicing.
“Kakashi-san,” Iruka greets, “no mission today?”
“Nope,” Kakashi slides his hands into his pockets, “medical leave for three days”
“What did you do this time?”
“Maa, sensei, why do you think it was something I did?”
Iruka gives him a long stare. Kakashi grins.
“According to Tsunade, my chakra pathways were blown to hell”
Iruka snorts. “Ah, of course they were. Really, Kakashi-sensei, you need to take better care of yourself!” Kakashi only half-listens as Iruka launches into a familiar lecture as to why Kakashi needs to take care of himself, too busy focusing on the way those expressive chocolate eyes light up the way they do when he’s passionate about something.
“-and really…Hatake Kakashi! Are you even listening to me?”
“Maa, sensei,” Kakashi says, “I already know”
Iruka throws his hands up and turns on his heel. “So much for caring about you, you insufferable jonin,” he mutters, stalking away. It takes a few minutes for Iruka’s words to sink into his brain and then he’s rushing after the teacher.
“Iruka-sensei, wait!” he says, ambling up next to him. Iruka throws him a fierce glare. “I’m sorry,” Kakashi scratches the back of his head, “I’m not used to people caring about me”
It worked. Iruka’s posture softens and the dark eyes grow warm.
“It’s fine, Kakashi-san,” Iruka says, looking tired, “I’ve been told I can be something of a nag,” he glances up at the sky and Kakashi immediately wants to fight whoever said that. They should consider themselves lucky to have Iruka caring about them instead of considering him a nag.
He thinks back to an entry from the first few weeks of their acquaintanceship turned tentative friendship: has incredibly low self-esteem.
“You’re not,” Kakashi says. Iruka throws him a quizzical glance. “You’re not a nag. You just care about people. Nothing wrong with that”
Iruka’s expressive eyes widen before softening to something akin to melted chocolate. Kakashi watches delightedly as a pink flush crawls across his cheeks.
“Thank you Kakashi-san,” he scratches at his scar, looking anywhere but Kakashi’s face. Kakashi recalls another entry made early on: struggles with accepting compliments. “I should probably get going”
“Mission Desk shift?”
Iruka nods. “Should be peaceful without the disasters you hand in on a regular basis”
“Sensei, I’m hurt,” Kakashi holds his hand to his chest. “I work hard to brighten up the monotony”
Iruka levels him with an unimpressed stare. “Maybe you should work harder on submitting actually acceptable reports then”
“Admit it, sensei,” Kakashi grins underneath his mask, “you can’t tell me my last one wasn’t entertaining”
“You drew out a scene from Icha Icha on the back of it!” Iruka nearly shouts. “And it was on fire!”
Kakashi scratches the back of his head and chortles. “I forgot about the Icha Icha,” he says proudly, watching the muscle in Iruka’s temple twitch. “Sensei, if I submit good reports, how will you know when something is wrong?” Iruka raises an eyebrow and Kakashi continues, “imagine I get captured on a mission and they send someone to infiltrate Konoha as me. They’ll submit a normal mission report and you’ll know something is wrong because when have I ever done that?” Iruka stares in disbelief, “or! Maybe a missing-nin has me under a genjutsu and is forcing me to submit all my past due reports?”
“I’d personally buy them dinner for that,” Iruka mutters.
“That’s cruel,” Kakashi pouts even though he knows Iruka can’t see it, “Iruka-sensei is so mean”
He does an internal happy dance at the way Iruka’s lips quirk upwards like he’s trying not to laugh.
“I have to go, Kakashi-san,” Iruka shakes his head. “Enjoy your time off”
“Later, sensei,” he throws out a lazy salute as the teacher enters Hokage Tower.
He opens his book and writes his most recent observations.
Use his compassionate nature to get out of trouble
Mercurial: quick to anger but also quick to forgive
The origin of the book is simple, really. Kakashi is a man who is acutely aware of his flaws. One such flaw is in his people skills. Being a six year old chunin and then a thirteen year old ANBU captain did not leave Kakashi with a lot of time to develop the “interacting with one’s peers” skill. The people he would consider himself closest to are dead or his self-proclaimed Eternal Rival.
Until recently, it’s never been a concern for him. Kakashi has always been a solitary individual and prefers spending time on his own.
Enter Umino Iruka who is his complete opposite. The younger man knows pretty much half of Konoha and, despite his explosive temper, is well-liked by everyone who meets him.
He had first been made aware of him during his pre-genin days. The days when Iruka earned the moniker ANBU Terror Unit. Not one member of Konoha’s elite had been spared Iruka’s wrath after he discovered them following him on Sandaime’s orders.
Kakashi himself had been covered in neon green paint and molasses and feathers on two separate occasions.
The ANBU following Iruka usually had it worse.
It wasn’t until Sandaime had dragged the kid in for tea, discovered his inherent skill with chakra control, barriers and seals and directed his creativity elsewhere that he settled down. The pranks on ANBU had dwindled, but the number of explosions in the training grounds had increased alarmingly.
Back then, Kakashi hadn’t given him much thought, aside from the fact that he was an immature little shit.
Then they were assigned a mission together. Now a chunin, Iruka had impressed Kakashi. He was definitely chunin level when it came to most skills, but his creativity, ability to think on the fly, and natural inclination for traps made him a valuable asset. He also fought surprisingly dirty, like street brawler rather than a ninja; scratching, gouging, biting, throwing dirt, even pulling hair. Except he had hesitated when faced with a young enemy ninja and had taken an earth jutsu to the head.
Kakashi had never been more scared in his entire life and he had no idea why.
Fortunately Iruka had recovered and had chosen to go the teaching route.
Kakashi had followed him around for a bit but it seemed like every stilted conversation they had, Kakashi would inadvertently say something that would set Iruka off. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared about how he was perceived but there was something different about Iruka and every time Iruka stormed off in a huff after one of Kakashi’s social blunders he felt a strange sense of loss.
They had two conversations that Kakashi counted as successes: once, when Iruka was fretting over Naruto and the second when Kakashi had rescued said pair from enemy kunoichi.
Kakashi had left each of those encounters feeling curiously light and he realized he wanted to experience that feeling more. So he decided to keep track of everything Iruka said and did in order to avoid anymore conversations that left him feeling like somebody had tied an anchor to his stomach and lungs.
It had worked too, up until he screwed up royally at the Chunin Exam nominations. He hadn’t meant to say what he said, but Iruka had caught him wrong-footed. Something in the way he had said “Naruto is different from you” had sent a spike of white-hot pain through his chest because he had hoped that as a teacher himself Iruka could understand that Kakashi wanted what was best for his team and wanted to make sure that they would survive against enemy ninja by learning to rely on each other. But it was mostly because he was aware of how close Naruto and Iruka had become and Kakashi had felt like, by saying those exact words, Iruka would never be close to Kakashi. He had lashed out because he had no idea how to react to the sudden pain swirling like a miasma in his chest.
He had written off the possibility of any friendly interactions between the two of them after that. But when Iruka had approached him after the preliminary exam and all but apologized, Kakashi had again been left wrong-footed. He had assumed that Iruka would hate him now.
When given what felt like a second chance, Kakashi decided to learn as much as he could about Iruka so that he didn’t risk having Iruka hate him for something he said or did. So he had purchased the small notebook and began to write down his observations on Iruka.
It’s now been almost a year since he started, and he would consider it a success. They went from awkwardly orbiting each other with the only interactions pertaining to Naruto, a safe topic as far as Kakashi is concerned, to a tentative friendship mostly consisting of evenings at Ichiraku’s Ramen with Naruto and sometimes Sakura. He had assumed that after Naruto left, their interactions would come to a stop. Kakashi had spent the entire first week after Naruto was gone trying to come up with excuses to spend time with Iruka, when the other man surprised him by inviting him out to dinner somewhere other than Ichiraku’s. He had admitted that he rather enjoyed the time they spent together and his interactions with the above ten crowd consisted of his three friends being idiots, shogi games with Asuma, and finding new ways to make Ibiki question his existence.
That last one had had Kakashi raising an eyebrow, only for Iruka to blush adorably and scratch at his scar while explaining his and Ibiki’s history after a younger Iruka decided the scary older man needed to lighten up and had covered everything in his office in pink foil. Everything. Including the individual paperclips.
Iruka’s offer had opened the door to more dinners together whenever they were able to find time between Kakashi’s missions and Iruka’s frankly insane schedule.
Kakashi flips through his notebook at all the information he’s acquired over the past year.
He’s actually amazed by how much he’s figured out about the Academy teacher.
Medical leave is annoying. Kakashi is bored enough that he’s even considering seeking out Gai and challenging him. And it’s only the first day.
He amuses himself by re-reading Makeout Tactics and people watching from the roof of Hokage Tower.
He perks up when he sees a familiar brown ponytail bobbing below him.
Iruka is talking to an orange haired Yamanaka jonin. Kakashi decides he doesn’t like how close they’re standing or the way Iruka almost shyly ducks his head and scratches at his scar. He’s too far away to hear what they’re talking about, but the Yamanaka says something to make Iruka laugh.
Kakashi decides he doesn’t want to keep watching this so he lands soundlessly behind Iruka and levels the Yamanaka with a hard stare.
Orange brows beetle in surprise before understanding flickers across handsome features, followed by amusement.
“Well, I’ll certainly take your words into consideration, Iruka-sensei,” he laughs, “Eiji is stubborn though”
“Don’t worry, Santa-san,” Iruka rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder and Kakashi resists the urge to growl. The Yamanaka looks amused. “They can be a handful at that age. I’m sure he’ll grow into a fine young man and I’ve had a couple Naras in my classes, I’ve dodged the shadow jutsu frequently. His mother must be proud too”
Santa laughs. “She’s exhausted with the regular lectures on not using it during pranks. At least he’s not as skilled with the Yamanaka jutsu, I hope I have a few years at least”
Iruka winces. “One of my earliest teaching follies was letting Yamanaka Shion practice the Mind-Body Switch jutsu on me. We had to get Inoichi-san to get me back into my body”
“You let a kid practice on you?” Santa asks, sounding as horrified as Kakashi feels.
Iruka scratches at a scar. “He was too scared to ask his father for help and I figured, what’s the worst that could happen? If it will help a student, I didn’t mind”
“Iruka-sensei, your devotion as a teacher knows no bounds,” Santa says faintly.
Kakashi decides to make his presence known with a slight flare of chakra.
Iruka glances behind him and Kakashi holds his hand up in a wave. Yamanaka Santa looks even more amused.
“I’ll let you go, sensei,” Santa bows, “thanks for your advice”
“Not a problem,” Iruka beams, “good luck Santa-san”
“Sensei,” Kakashi greets once the Yamanaka is gone.
“Here to bother me again, Kakashi-san?” Iruka says, but his voice is amused more than anything so Kakashi relaxes.
“Maa, sensei, your words wound me”
Iruka shakes his head. “Have you had dinner yet, Kakashi-san?”
“I have not,” he slips his hands in his pockets, “is this an invitation?”
Iruka laughs, scratching at his scar.
Scratches at his scar when nervous or embarrassed his brain supplies.
“If you’re not busy, sure,” Iruka shrugs.
“I’m not,” Kakashi crinkles his eye. “There’s this restaurant by the East apartment blocks, it’s pretty new. Asuma was talking about it the other day”
“Sure,” Iruka smiles. “Lead the way, Kakashi-san”
Their conversation is always casual and easy and they fall into their usual rhythm. Sometime after their third dinner together, Kakashi had taken down his mask while Iruka was mid-story. Iruka had blushed and stuttered for several minutes before offering to warn him if anyone was coming so he could pull it back up.
After that, Iruka had started requesting tables that were hidden from view or gave Kakashi the opportunity to keep his face hidden.
Iruka is in the middle of telling Kakashi about an incident from earlier where Konohamaru and his friends had gotten their hands on Ebisu’s dirty magazines and had used them to knock the tokujo out when Kakashi realizes something.
“-and then I had to yell at them despite the fact that I wanted to laugh,” he huffs, “Ebisu is really…” he scratches his scar. The motion draws Kakashi’s attention and he’s suddenly facing an uncomfortable knot in his stomach.
“You talk about Ebisu-san a lot,” Kakashi tilts his head. Iruka widens his eyes.
“Really?” he asks in shock, “I guess I didn’t realize,” he shakes his head, “I wouldn’t consider us friends, honestly sometimes I think he dislikes me but he seeks me out fairly regularly. More so since I have Konohamaru in my classes. He’s a little…” Iruka shakes his head, “Kotetsu said he can never tell if he’s contemplating ways to kill me or if he’s undressing me with his eyes,” Iruka shudders, “I honestly hope it’s the former”
Kakashi agrees. But his brain is still reeling with the realization that he’s jealous. Jealous of the way Iruka so easily uses Ebisu’s name without an honorific. He also realizes he was jealous earlier, when Iruka was talking to the orange-haired Yamanaka.
“Kakashi-san?”
“Maa, sorry,” he laughs, “I was just thinking how much I don’t envy you. I’ll stick to S-Rank missions and S-Class criminals thanks”
Iruka laughs.
“It’s not so bad,” Iruka shakes his head, “the other day Hikari-chan left me a flower and a note saying how much she appreciates me. Granted, it was decidedly sticky, but the thought is what counts”
Kakashi grimaces and Iruka laughs. Kakashi decides he likes the way Iruka’s eyes light up when he laughs.
They meander towards Iruka’s apartment unhurriedly. Kakashi tells him about his most recent mission. It wasn’t anything particularly interesting, but Iruka is as engaging a listener as he is a storyteller and he reacts to the story in ways that make Kakashi feel like it’s the most interesting thing Iruka has ever heard.
They reach his apartment and Kakashi is reluctant to leave. He knows he’ll just go back to his empty, lonely apartment and stare at the ceiling until he falls asleep. He wants to spend more time with the Academy teacher and his warm smile.
“Would you like to come in?” Iruka gestures as if he read Kakashi’s mind.
“Sure,” Kakashi says, following the younger man into the apartment.
It’s not the first time he’s been in Iruka’s apartment either. It’s not a regular occurrence but it’s happened a couple of times. It’s a cozy apartment. Small and uncluttered, but with the obvious touches of someone who actually lives in it rather than just using it as a place to sleep or store weapons.
He shrugs off his vest and settles at the kotatsu. He peers at the papers scattered around and picks one up.
“A kunee is a very good ninga tool,” he reads out, “yu haf to always made sure yur kunee is clean or yu die”
“Ah, Kakashi-san,” Iruka takes the paper from him, cheeks pink as he sets the tea on the table, “not everyone can be a child genius”
He picks up another one and grins. “Shreekin are danjerus and gud ninja shud always be safe wen yoosing shreekin,” he reads, “well, at least this one has common sense about weapons”
Iruka hides his smile behind his hand. “Yosuke-kun is one of my more cautious children. He’s a little scared of weapons but his skill in ninjutsu may be better than most of his peers,” he takes the paper from him and sets it on the stack before removing the entire stack.
“I don’t know how you do it, sensei,” Kakashi leans back on his hands, “just a couple sentences and my head is hurting”
“It’s not so bad,” Iruka laughs, “you should have seen their essays on the history of Konoha. I have one student who wrote an entire thesis on Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama having been star-crossed lovers,” Kakashi snorts, “and another one asked me why my face was on the Hokage Monument”
“I mean, the resemblance is uncanny”
“Mn,” Iruka tugs loose his hair and Kakashi’s hands twitch with the urge to reach out and touch. “Tsunade-sama actually did some research into it since my family is from Uzushiogakure and there was intermarriage between the Uzumaki clan and the Senju clan so she wondered if I had any ties to either clan. Nothing came from it though. I’m just a Shodaime lookalike,” he laughs, “actually, for the Academy’s Halloween party one year I went as the Shodaime and I won best costume”
“I can imagine,” Kakashi laughs.
“You know, Kakashi,” Iruka leans in thoughtfully, “maybe one year, I could pull that costume out and you could go as the Nidaime”
Kakashi runs a hand through his silver hair.
“Ah? Maybe,” Kakashi shrugs, “except the Nidaime didn’t wear a mask”
“True,” Iruka laughs. “Did I tell you about the year me and Genma went to a bar dressed as each other?”
“No,” Kakashi feels a clench in his stomach at the mention of the senbon wielder who flirts regularly with Iruka. “I imagine you made Genma look good”
The blush that scalds Iruka’s face is a shade of red Kakashi never even knew existed. The teacher laughs nervously and scratches at his scar.
“I’m sure that’s not true,” Iruka says, ducking his head, “Genma is plenty good looking”
Kakashi decides he never wants to hear those words come out of Iruka’s mouth again.
“Maa, sensei, do you have a Halloween party for your students every year?”
“Yes!” Kakashi settles happily as Iruka begins to animatedly talk about some of the costumes he’s seen over the years. Kakashi decides he could happily listen to Iruka talk for hours.
Eventually, Kakashi takes his leave, grabbing his vest from where it landed on Iruka’s and throwing it over his shoulders without bothering to zip it up.
The next morning, Kakashi tugs on his vest and frowns slightly at how loose it is around his shoulders even after zipping it up. He reaches into the pocket and pulls out a hair tie, piece of chalk, and childish drawing.
He must have grabbed Iruka’s vest the previous night. He shakes his head. He’ll have to make sure to return it.
He makes his way to the Academy at lunch, knowing Iruka usually eats in his classroom while trying to get ahead on his grading.
“Yo!” Kakashi shrugs out of the vest and sends him an eye smile, only to become aware that something is wrong. Iruka is leaning against the chalkboard, an icy expression across his face. “Iruka-sensei?” Kakashi ventures.
“I suppose we mixed up our vests,” Iruka begins in a tone that could rival Snow Country as he shrugs off the green fabric. “Imagine my surprise when I found Icha Icha Paradise in my pocket,” he tilts his head, “but that wasn’t the only thing to surprise me”
Shit. Kakashi feels himself blanch. The notebook of his observations about Iruka.
Sure enough, Iruka glares and slides the black book across the desk.
“I wasn’t sure at first,” his tone is cold, “use his compassionate nature to get out of trouble? Low self-esteem? Students are his biggest weakness? Distract him by mentioning Naruto or his students? Really likes to talk?” Kakashi flinches with each observation Iruka throws out. The teacher flings the book at him and Kakashi catches it on reflex. Well,” he snaps, “I won’t bore you with the fact I like to talk anymore, Hatake-san”
“Iruka-” Kakashi feels a blind panic swell in his chest at the use of his surname.
“Just. Go.” Iruka says, holding up a hand, “I have a teacher’s meeting to get to,” he grabs his actual vest and a folder and leaves the classroom.
Kakashi scrubs a hand through his hair. He hadn’t intended for this to happen. Iruka completely misunderstood.
He figures maybe he should give him some time to cool down before trying to explain the reason behind the book.
Would Iruka understand? Would he still be angry?
Kakashi leaves the Academy, worry and regret swirling inside his stomach as he wonders how much time he should wait.
It’s been four weeks since he last saw Iruka. He spent an entire week trying to find him but Iruka was clearly avoiding him. During lunch he would go to the teacher’s lounge, he’d teleport directly to his apartment so Kakashi couldn’t catch him on the way, the wards around his windows and door increased in difficulty and Kakashi realized only another fuinjutsu expert would be able to get past them. He had changed his schedule at the Mission Desk, started working at the Archives, and began to pick up gate guard shifts with Kotetsu and Izumo.
Then Kakashi got sent on a mission that took him another week. The following week, Iruka’s schedule changed yet again. Kakashi realized the teacher was capable of being incredibly unpredictable when he wanted to be.
Kakashi is wandering the village, thinking about everything. The sudden hole in his life, the feeling like he failed a mission. He remembers the jealousy he felt when he heard Iruka talking about Ebisu, the contentment of simply being with Iruka, the way his heart does backflips in his chest whenever Iruka smiles or laughs, the fact that being with the younger man makes him feel human again.
That’s when he comes to the conclusion that he’s in love with Iruka.
The realization doesn’t come with fireworks or gently blowing cherry blossoms.
Instead, it’s accompanied by a sinking feeling that he may have lost the chance before he even realized it.
Late as usual.
Two days after this unceremonious revelation, Kakashi is five minutes from staking out the Mission Room until Iruka shows up when he encounters the younger man walking with a trio of kids away from Ichiraku’s.
They’re tripping over themselves trying to talk to him and Kakashi stares at the man. The way he laughs and the exaggerated reactions he gives the kids is endearing and makes Kakashi realize just how much he’s missed him. Kakashi knows he hasn’t been discovered so he cloaks his chakra and tails the little group.
The little girl peels off first, running into her house with a wave. Iruka has dropped off the last of the kids.
Perfect.
Iruka is walking back towards his own apartment when Kakashi ambushes him, gripping his wrists and pulling him into an alleyway between two houses.
“Kakashi! Let me go!” Iruka snaps, trying to twist his way out of Kakashi’s firm hold.
“Iruka, listen!” Kakashi says desperately, tightening his grip. “Let me explain!”
“I don’t care!” Iruka responds. “Leave me alone!”
Kakashi tugs down his mask, steps forward and pulls Iruka into a kiss. It’s messy and clumsy and not a very good kiss but it does the job.
When he pulls away, Iruka is staring at him with wide, startled eyes.
“Please,” Kakashi says softly, “I didn’t mean it as anything offensive, or mocking, or whatever you think it was,” he loosens his grip on Iruka’s wrists when he’s sure the younger man won’t run, “sensei, I don’t have a lot of experience with friends or with people in general. Every interaction we had ended with me pissing you off, even though I usually never meant to. I hated it. I didn’t know how to talk to you without saying something wrong though. So I figured that if I could gather information on you, maybe I could figure out how to talk to you without making you angry. I like listening to you talk”
“Kakashi-san…” Iruka closes his eyes. “You don’t make friends by treating people like they’re missions”
“I know how to do missions,” Kakashi says quietly, “I don’t know how to do friends”
Iruka sighs softly, head lowering.
“I suppose I should apologize too,” Iruka says. Kakashi tilts his head in confusion. “I overreacted because what I read in there scared me”
“Scared you?”
“To know that someone was watching me this closely, that you had figured out things that I’ve spent years hiding. I was also scared that you would figure out how I felt about you”
Kakashi widens his eyes. Iruka shifts to scratch at his scar and they both realize his wrist is still caught in Kakashi’s grip.
“Iruka,” Kakashi tests out his name without an honorific, “I told you, I’m not good at people. To be honest, I thought you barely tolerated me as a friend”
Doe brown eyes widen and Iruka shakes his head.
“Kakashi-san, why did you kiss me?”
“Because I like you,” he says. He’s not sure if he should tell Iruka he’s in love with him just yet, not until he’s sure that the teacher won’t leave, “I think I have for awhile but I didn’t realize it. It’s not like Icha Icha where it’s an all-consuming passion that steals every minute of my waking life. But I realized how much I like spending time with you. I trust you, in a way I don’t trust many people, if any. When you’d talk about other people fondly, I’d find myself wondering whether you would ever talk about me like that and what they had that I didn’t. I…these past few weeks, it’s felt like something important is missing from my life and it hurts”
Iruka sighs and shifts his wrists in Kakashi’s grasp, pulling away. Kakashi feels his heart sink until Iruka’s hand comes back to wrap around his.
“I’ve missed you too, Kakashi,” he says in an almost-shy tone that Kakashi has never heard from the man. Iruka steps into his space, pressed against him.
This kiss is softer than the last one. Kakashi brings his hand up to cup Iruka’s jaw, thumb gently resting against the edge of his scar and fingers brushing his hair, his other arm wraps around his waist. Iruka gently grips his arms.
“I love you,” Kakashi whispers when they pull apart. Brown eyes widen.
“Kakashi…”
“You don’t have to say it,” Kakashi says nervously, “I know it’s probably sudden and-”
“I love you too,” Iruka huffs softly, lips curling at the edges, “if I didn’t, I wouldn’t let you get away with half the shit you pull”
“Maa, sensei,” Kakashi says, feeling giddy, “should teachers be swearing?”
“They shouldn’t be making out with Copy-Nins in alleyways either,” Iruka pokes his chest.
“That can be fixed,” Kakashi says, making the hand signs for the teleportation jutsu before holding Iruka against him.
The next moment they’re in Kakashi’s apartment and Iruka is laughing.
“Kakashi…”
“Better?” Kakashi grins feeling light.
“If you’re gonna bring me here anyways, we might as well make use of it,” Iruka’s grin is positively wicked as he shoots a glance to the bed.
Kakashi may not know how to handle people, but he most definitely knows how to handle sex and he’s very good at it.
Several hours later, they’re tangled up in the sheets. Iruka is half-asleep and Kakashi reaches for his book.
“What are you doing?” Iruka asks sleepily.
“Adding more observations,” Kakashi says, “back scar very sensitive, likes having his hair played with, likes when my tongue is-”
“Kakashi!” Iruka slams a pillow over his face. “You can’t write that down! What if someone finds it?”
“Well, I don’t need to bring it with me anymore,” Kakashi says once the pillow is removed. “So it’s my eyes only,” Iruka is a very pretty shade of red. Kakashi flips him over.
“Should we figure out what else I can add?” Kakashi leers. Iruka smacks him on the shoulder before reaching for the book. He opens to the page after the one Kakashi just wrote on.
Is hopelessly in love with an insufferable silver-haired idiot
Kakashi thinks his smile can’t possibly get any brighter than it is right now as Iruka pulls him down into a kiss.