"You've got to help me."
Iruka blinks and stares at the man in front of him.
Kakashi looks disheveled, excited and happy. With his hair up right and his, visible, eye closed. He doesn't look like hi is in need of help. And if he needs help, why would he come here?
Iruka shakes his head and turns around. He puts the pot he was holding upon his kitchen counter.
"Don't turn away!"
Kakashi places his hands on Iruka's shoulder and turns the teacher around.
"I need your help," he says. "You've got to help me." The Copy-nin shakes the teacher.
"Nobody else can help me," he adds.
there is a warm tingle in Iruka's stomach. He lifts the corners of his mout a little. To know that The Copy-nin needs his help, and his help alone, is kind of flattering. Even if the kind of help isn't specified. It makes him blush a little.
"Will you help me?" Kakashi asks.
Iruka sighs and nods What could be the big deal, right?
Kakashi squeals and wraps his arms around the teacher.
The gesture increases the blood flow to said teachers cheeks. Iruka turns his head away and closes his eyes.
Within a second, he feels a tumbling sensation in his stomach. He grabs onto Kakashi's shoulders, feeling the man's body heath.
As the sensation leaves his body, he chooses to open his eyes.
Before, the two of them were standing in his small, cramped kitchen. He was about to make dinner when Kakashi stormed in and asked for his help. Now, there are standing in a bigger kitchen. With more space and equipment then Iruka ever could've imaged.
"Where are we?" He asks.
Kakashi lets go of his body and turns around.
"Iruka, meet mij kitchen. And my dinner," he says.
Iruka frowns. There is a great variation of food scattered through the kitchen. All of it uncooked, unprepared. Food he can't afford. In a kitchen, he can't afford.
"Could you please prepare it?"
Kakashi bows his head and claps his hands together.
"I've won the raffle," he says. There is a glint in his eye. A happy one. "Morino Ibiki is coming over. And you know what they say about raffle dinners." He shakes his body, obviously happy with his win.
Iruka blinks. Raffle dinner? the words, and their meaning, it is al unknown to him. He shakes his head and turns towards the kitchen.
Kakashi want him to make dinner. In this kitchen. For Morino Ibiki.
His lips doem a smile and he nods.
"Let me get started."