Disclaimer: Naruto and things related belong to Kishimoto.
Title: Valentines Dinner
Summary: Maybe it's just lust, Or something that's perfectly excusable and rational.
Warnings: FLUFFY SAP!!
A/N: My first non SasuNaruSasu Naruto fic!
Maybe it's just lust. Or something that's excusable and perfectly rational, Kakashi will think to himself.
Maybe it's just an infatuation with something so different, something that is so out of place it makes people turn back and gape.
Maybe it's just some type of brain-washing that Naruto (unwittingly) put him through, with his cries of "Iruka-sensei so SO COOL! He bought me TEN bowls of ramen this morning!!"
Maybe it's the way Iruka walks, so assured and calm without a trace of tension in his bones, because that's something that would draw his mismatched eyes over the younger man's body. The way shinobi aren't supposed to walk, because the village can be attacked at any minute.
Maybe it's just how gentle his voice is one minute, and then the next how it changes so suddenly into something demanding and harsh. That's so curious, Kakashi will think of Iruka. It's funny how there seem to be a plethora of people inside Iruka's caramel frame and Kakashi might be thinking someone he can relate to is one of those personalities.
Maybe it's how Iruka is so damn kind to anyone, from an old lady who fell to a demon child. It's probably a primal instinct, Kakashi wanting those kind looks and gentle touch.
Maybe it's love.
At least, Kakashi hopes so.
"Iruka,
Meet me at nine for a date!!! I'll be looking like me.
H. K."
Good thing Iruka knows enough to come late.