Author's note: You people are really lucky, ya know? I wasn't going to write, but I have two hours to do nothing.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Naruto. If I did, it would oh-so-much smuttier.

Long Day

It was another one of those days for Iruka. A long, dull day full of ninjas filing in and out of the missions room, laying down one crappy report after another. This was his life, aside from teaching the little people how to correctly throw a kunai as to not kill themselves. He loved his boring little job. It allowed him to see all his friends without even getting up. Oh, the laziness it allowed.

He lifted his cup of coffee only to find it was empty of the sweet nectar he so desperately craved. But he needed it after the first half of a long day of handing out missions and receiving reports. That entailed getting up and walking into the break room, thirty whole feet away.

Just as he was getting ready to get up, a fresh cup of coffee, in his favorite cup, no less, plopped down on his desk, along with a mission report written in large, sloppy characters, ink and other fluids staining the once-white piece of paper. Iruka inhaled the aroma of his coffee, French Roast, to be exact, before lifting his face to confront none other than Kakashi Hatake, smiling down at him with his one eye curved upwards in that annoying way of his.

"You seriously expect me to file this?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow while lifting the cup to his lips. There was even cream and sugar in it, to his small delight.

"Well, I did just save you a trip to that abyss of a break room, didn't I?" Kakashi asked, hands behind his back in a show of innocence.

Iruka sighed, knowing that he couldn't argue with that logic. Instead, he lifted the cup of warm liquid up for a sip, amazed that it contained the exact amount of cream and sugar he always put in.

Kakashi smiled down at Iruka, knowing once again that his skills at observing the man's actions paid off once again. With that thought in mind, he flashed the signs to teleport to his own apartment and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Iruka stared at the small puff for a moment before shaking his head slightly and setting his cup down. Had Kakashi justwinked at him? Work must be getting to him, he thought as he looked up at the clock, noting the missions room had started closing down for the day.

He rose from his chair and stretched out, hearing a satisfying pop from a few joints before he moved to the door, turning and waving to his friends and wishing them a good night.

Iruka walked down the street, wondering why he didn't just teleport home like he could. It wasn't that he wasn't able to do that low-ish level jutsu, he just preferred walking. He leaped onto a rooftop with a burst of chakra, landing with the grace attributed to ninja his level as if hopping down from a curb instead of leaping up the thirty or so feet.

He continued his roof hopping all the way back to his own part of town, where he finally landed on his own windowsill, deactivating the few alarms and traps around the pane before easing the window open and dropping inside. Once inside, he reset the traps with a hand while using the other to take his hair down and pull off his hitae-ate. Iruka walked into his kitchen, shedding his vest and shirt on a couch on the way.

Finally giving in to the pangs his stomach was sending him, Iruka opened the cupboard to find, ramen. He wasn't particularly fond of the stuff, but it was all he had in the house. So, setting a small pot of water on the stove, he tossed the contents in and flopped down on his sofa, sprawling across his shirt that had managed to fall there.

He awoke several minutes later to an appetizing smell arising from the pot on the burner. Flipping it off, he pulled a pair of chopsticks out and gobbled down the food, not really awake enough to enjoy it, just trying to silence his stomach. He finished and placed the pot in the sink, running a small amount of water through it to avoid a mess later.

Glancing around, Iruka noted his apartment was still clean, except for the vest and shirt, but those could wait. Now, he needed sleep.

Shuffling to his bedroom, Iruka managed to slip out of his pants and shoes, revealing a pair of black and red striped boxers before he flopped down on his bed, hoping his alarm clock was actually set.

Author's Note: Well, for those of you who enjoy my lemons, just hold your horses a while, I'll get to it. But while you wait, I might update 'My ABCs'.

BTW, if anyone thinks I feel good about just getting put on an author or story alert, it doesn't feel as good as a REVIEW. (hint-hint)