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"So, during your mission you have learned a new… jutsu."

Iruka had to narrow his eyes to decipher the dancing letters of Hatake Kakashi's awful handwriting.

"Good for you," he added, and continued to look through the report.

Half-assed report. The same-styled report as usual.

Only Hatake Kakashi could make Iruka work so hard while proofreading a simple mission report. Even the smallest kids from Iruka's class were able to write better.

With a regretful sigh, Iruka reminded himself that Hatake Kakashi was a special case. If he had a good teacher at proper age, he would write all reports using neat and beautiful handwriting, no doubt about it.

As beautiful... no, as gorgeous, as Hatake Kakashi actually was. Iruka was hundred percent sure, that he was gorgeous, with mask or without it.

Nevertheless, every time Iruka read one of these reports, he wondered if he should give the silver-haired jounin several simple lessons in writing skills to improve the failure. He wished he could, but it was impossible.

To his utter embarrassment, Iruka was affected. He had a secret crush on Hatake Kakashi, so, in a case they spend time together, he thought it would be easily noticed through his blushes, stuttering and weird gazes. Iruka couldn't allow that to be found out. So far, he did a perfect job of hiding it while being perfectly strict.

However, he could advise the hokage to give Hatake Kakashi a teacher. Moreover, he did it once, too. When the hokage frowned in suspicion, Iruka didn't have it in him to push the matter further. He was afraid to be found out to the point his knees became weak.

Because he didn't know how to explain this unhealthy affection to the deadly jounin.

"Yeah," Hatake Kakashi drawled in somewhat shaky voice.

Wait, shaky?

Iruka's head darted up, as his reverie was interrupted.

"I'm sorry?"

To Iruka's surprise, the silver-haired man averted his head to the side and muttered quietly.

"I agree. Pretty good jutsu I learned there."

Iruka's eyes narrowed again, this time at the jounin himself.

When did the man become bashful? Was Hatake Kakashi playing timid?

Like this, he looked tempting, for sure! Still, for a chuunin he was definitely not a feasible option.

Iruka watched the uneasy man in front of him for a little while, and then returned to the report.

Right, the report said Hatake Kakashi learned a genuinely new jutsu.

Normally, Iruka would skip the part containing details and specifications. Now that the silver-haired man acted strange, he decided to read it all. There were ins and outs about missing ninjas, which were eliminated, the information, which they revealed, and the jutsu, which was stealthily taken into possession.

The new jutsu Hatake Kakashi learned was some kind of reconnaissance sort. The point was - after he used it, he obtained the possibility to see what dream the person he looked at had the previous night.

Iruka shrugged.

It could be useful sometimes, but it was for the hokage to decide. Not that all the crap people usually dream about turns out into true affairs. There may be bits of actual life in a dream, but at the most, it's only neat fiction. For example, in Iruka's dreams...

At this point Iruka froze in his seat. He felt his whole body cover in a cold sweat.

Very slowly, he raised his head again and looked at Hatake Kakashi in suspicion.

And noticed that Hatake Kakashi wasn't looking at him on purpose. He was staring at something insignificant on the opposite wall. Moreover, the visible skin of his pale face seemed rosier than usual.

Iruka gulped. His own face became redder than a tomato.

Because last night he had another dream about Hatake Kakashi, and it was pure fiction. A wonderful fiction his affected mind drew for him to cooperate with his unrequired crush.

A very explicit fiction.

Dumbstruck, Iruka felt around the table and miraculously reached for the stamp. Using extra force, he lowered the stamp on the poor report.

"Accepted. Thank you for your hard work," Iruka hurried to announce in a voice higher than necessary. From the corner of his eye, he was watching Hatake Kakashi closely, almost in panic the silver-haired jounin would say something to him.

Hatake Kakashi said nothing. He simply nodded.

Without waiting for his leave, Iruka fished out a sloppy plate with words '5 Min. BREAK' from under the table and hurriedly planted it on the table's surface. After that, he jumped up, turned around and ran for dear life out of the room.

As he trotted along the corridor in direction of the toilets, the bits of his last dream were glittering in front of his inner gaze, mocking him.

The main participants of that dream, namely, he and Hatake Kakashi, hit it hot from the very start.

Not that there were any other participants. Iruka and Hatake Kakashi were completely alone and the atmosphere was overwrought romantic to the point it was impossible to keep hands to yourself.

Iruka stumbled near the toilet, almost fell, and couldn't help a loud groan.

He hoped Hatake Kakashi wasn't using that new jutsu on him just now. He hoped it was something hard and impossible to use randomly. He could hope, right?

Iruka stormed into the toilet and went directly into the cabin. After he closed the door, he pressed his forehead to the thin wall; he couldn't stop trembling.

This morning he woke up bathed in sweat and panting hard, as if after sever exercises.

Yes, it was a rare dream. A dream, where Iruka's hidden desires overwhelmed him. He put his guard down and gave in completely, deliberately falling into the trap his hunter prepared to catch him, and enjoying all possible sweet revelations. Everything was mutual; Hatake Kakashi was quite an initiative participant. In addition, very inventive.

Iruka rubbed his forehead against the wall, giving out a low intimidating growl. It was that time of the month for him, he guessed. Letting the hunter play games with him, chase him, catch him, and finally allowing him to do whatever he wished to do with his pray… now, how lame must Iruka be, from the silver-haired jounin's point of view?

Must be luck Iruka saw exactly this terrific dream exactly tonight. And just his luck Hatake Kakashi came back from this jutsu-enriching mission exactly today, and exactly during his shift…

"Iruka-sensei."

Iruka jumped and nearly squeaked. He didn't expect someone to call his name. Especially not Hatake Kakashi.

"I know you are here."

The cabin's door was forcefully tugged, but didn't give in.

"Iruka-sensei, we have to talk."

Iruka stared at the closed door, and after a second stepped back and shook his head frantically.

"I'm sorry, I can't," he mumbled weakly. "I'm very sorry."

"Why would you be sorry?" Hatake Kakashi's lazy voice was now coming right from behind the cabin's door. "I wanted to ask you if you have this kind of dreams about me often."

Iruka's heart sank. Therefore, now it was confirmed, that Hatake Kakashi used the jutsu and found out about the contents of his dream.

Shocked, Iruka began to mumble and stutter.

"It's my p-private m-matter. I-it c-certainly doesn't concern y-you. P-please leave m-me alone."

There was a long stunned pause, after which Hatake Kakashi drawled in a voice full of sarcasm.

"How is it your private matter, when I obviously take part in it? It does concern me."

That sounded logical. Iruka took in a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"I didn't t-touch you, did I? I... I have a right to dream about whomever I wish, you can't deny me it."

"I guess I can't, but... Do you dream about just everyone?"

"You make it sound like I'm some kind of slut!" Iruka muttered. He began to feel angry.

"Maa..." came from another side of the cabin's door. Were there notes of guilt in Hatake Kakashi's voice?

Iruka didn't give him an opportunity to formulate any sentence, though. He was offended and felt an urge to recover himself in the eyes of his crush.

"No way! I'm having these dreams about you only!"

Hatake Kakashi had the nerve to hum in appreciation.

"Good to know. I wonder if I should monitor the fact."

"Please don't!"

Hatake Kakashi sighed.

"Well, it's kind of unfair, Iruka-sensei. I do my part in your dream. Am I that much better in a dream than in real life?"

Iruka thought for a moment about that. What a silly question it was! He laughed sarcastically.

"Listen to yourself! How would I know how you are in real life?"

Hatake Kakashi accurately knocked on the cabin's door, signifying it was uncomfortable to speak with it in the way.

"Don't you want to try to find it out?"

"Uh... No way." Iruka slowly exhaled and opened the door. "Let's just forget about what you saw."

"Are you for real?" Hatake Kakashi punched the nearest door in annoyance. "After I used the jutsu, I can't help but see the last dream of a person I look at! And it will last for a month or so."

Iruka stepped forward and pointed his finger at the silver-haired jounin.

"Then don't look at me until it's over!"

Hatake Kakashi shrugged and smiled at him sheepishly.

"I see no reason why not. For your information, as far as I know after this day's observation, in this village there are only two people who dream about me."

"Who are they?" Iruka wondered interestedly.

"Well, one of them is actually you."

"What you not say. Thank you for this valuable information," Iruka muttered, getting annoyed.

"The second one is my dear friend Gai."

Iruka blinked several times.

"I didn't know he has a thing for you."

Hatake Kakashi shook his head in amusement.

"I don't think it's nearly the same thing as yours. He dreams about the many glorious wins in hardest battles against my humble self," he nodded several times. "His are definitely not as entertaining as your dreams, Iruka-sensei."

Iruka's blush deepened. He felt like he was the dumbest and lowest fool in the world.

"Oh. Right." He fidgeted, and then looked directly at Hatake Kakashi's face. "I should go. My pause must be already over."

Like a real gentleman, Hatake Kakashi bowed to Iruka and politely gave way to the door.

Iruka passed him accurately, extreme blush in his cheeks and ears.

When he entered the corridor, he exhaled, glad that his scandalous disgrace must be over for now.

It was too good to be true, though.

"So, when are we going to make your dream come true?" Hatake Kakashi suddenly asked to Iruka's quickly moving away back.

Iruka froze in his step and slowly turned to the silver-haired jounin.

"We are not going to make that," he replied in a clear voice, which surprised even his extremely embarrassed self.

"Then I forbid you to dream about me," the jounin ordered firmly.

Iruka turned around and ran back to his table in the mission room.

To not dream about Hatake Kakashi?

Of course, he would.

If he could.