Disclaimer: I don't own Iruka's pain. . .oh and theNaruto series.
Umino Iruke was the nice guy with a small tantrum problem. He was a great teacher who worried for his students like they were one of his own, helped them reach their goals and cared for them. . .
Not like a creepy pedophile way. . .
But in a way any parent would love their child. Smiling at their achievments and became proud to be around them. . .
. . .Today was not one of those days.
Today was one of those days when Iruka felt like crying. Really he did. Maybe it was the physical pain on his rear from the night before or the pain in his head. No Iruka-sensei did not have a hangover. It was merely a headache. . .a headache that happened to have achohol involved the night before. That just added onto the mental pain that he was suffering from. His students seemed louder, more aggrivating, and bigger demon spawn then they already were.
He looked up at the ceiling with a frown, "Can today get any worse?" he asked the fan that was located over his head. The students just looked at their teacher strangely but let it go.
The sliding door opened and a paniced chuunin ran in with a average sized box, "Iruka-San!" he shouted, running to his desk.
'WHY! WHY GOD! WHHHHHY-'
"Hello." came his polite response with a smile, his eyebrow twitching ever so slightly.
"You have to take care of this Iruka!" he shouted rather frantic and set the box on the table with a loud bang and ran out of the room in panic.
Iruka sighed and pulled the box closer to him, 'Probably more god damn motherfucking paperwork.' he thought grimly and opened the box, "This su-"
"Kakashi why are you in a box?"
WHOO CLIFFY!
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