Contrary to popular belief, Hyuuga Hiashi did not dislike the brown haired, tanned chunnin. No, he rather liked Iruka. Granted, they had their fights back in the day over Hanabi's early graduation and how strict he was being with Hinata back in the compound, but he respected the man. Hiashi had lost the former but won the latter battle. Umino Iruka was the village darling after all, and he only ever had tea with two houses in Konoha - Sarutobi and Hyuuga, so Tsume could go feed that to her mutts. It was even better now that they were family. Konohamaru, that stupid Sarutobi brat whose scarf he had found in Hanabi's room, didn't understand the nuances and traditions of the house with his inexperience, so Iruka only had tea with the Hyuugas now.
"Sorry I'm late. I had to tie Boruto to the ceiling. Can you believe it? He thought I was wearing a wig." Iruka slipped off his shoes and sat next to Hiashi, "I'm not that old am I?"
Hiashi chuckled. It seems that Step 1 of the Plan was already in motion. "No, Iruka, you're not, but you're getting there." He ignored the principal's indignant squawk and because he was Hyuuga and because he was the old one of the two, he got straight to the point, "I put in a mission request today."
"Oh?"
"To the elders."
Iruka's head spun to oogle his fellow father in law, "What?" then, with his palms pressed to his cheeks, "You didn't. I told you Hiashi! Is this why - Hanabi, that's why she stopped me in the foyer - Can you believe it?! - YOU!" the man jabbed a finger at the clan head, his face hot from anger and embarrassment.
"Oh?" mused Hiashi, "Hanabi strikes fast. It's one of the tenets of being a Hyuuga, Iruka-sensei."
"I taught her! She's younger than Naruto for god's sake. Are you blind, she likes Konohamaru."
"No Sarutobis."
Iruka swiped at the blank eyed man's head but he ducked and drained the rest of his tea in one gulp. The nerve of this man. Iruka had experience dealing with clan heads, dealt with them all his life. The Third was the first to realize that he was a good pick to send to the Heads. It had happened one sunny afternoon, much like all afternoons in Fire Country, Iruka, then barely a chunin was plucked off the streets by ANBU and deposited like a housewarming gift to the Naras. Shikaku and Yoshino were wonderful hosts, of course, as good as a host to surprise visitors as one could be. Iruka looked dumbly at them for several moments before Shikaku gestured to his vest. The ANBU had stuck a scroll in one of the pockets before he had disappeared. Iruka was mortified and handed the scroll to the Nara Head. The mission is to play shogi, Shikaku had said to Yoshino and she had pulled his ear and told him to get it himself. She also said she married a partner not a boss so if he wanted something done, he'd have to do it himself because she was too tired to run after him and Shikamaru. Iruka spent the afternoon being schooled in board game tactics that were too much like war for his liking and staring at his toes.
A week after that, he was kidnapped by the same ANBU (it was like he had a tail in his own village) to meet the Inuzukas. That was scary. Tsume and the rowdy bunch said he smelled domesticated and that sounded too much like code for someone's bitch for Iruka's tastes. It was worse when Hana - sweet Hana who had her father's temperament and was always lovely back when they were classmates - pointed out at the dinner table that Kiba was marking him. The boy was rubbing his face and neck all over the newly appointed chuunin from appetizer to dessert. Iruka hung his head in defeat and asked for seconds. He figured he'd be coming here a lot in the future.
And so continued this trend until Iruka decided enough was enough and the Third still wouldn't tell him why he was sending him to have dinner and chat and fraternize with Konoha's most powerful houses. So far he had met the Nara, Inuzuka, Yamanaka, Aburame, and the Akimichis. At one point, after an exhausting day where Inoichi told him he'd like to teach Iruka the traditional art of flower arranging and where Iruka was too nice to say no, he was shafted with dethorning the roses for free, the ANBU had whisked him off to some small dirty apartment that smelled like dog with too many henohenomoheji's all over the damn place. And to make matters worse, he had met both The Might Gai and The Hatake Kakashi at the same time. They both wanted to see him drunk and Iruka hightailed it out of there because fuck jounin, those no-good bastards.
This was how Iruka found himself in front of the Hyuuga household, hand poised to knock. He was going to do this, he was! He just needed to steele his nerves first. He should have went to the Uchiha's first, but he couldn't figure out how to cover up the scar on his face with latex. Fugaku still held a grudge for painting the Konoha Police Force Building pink that one time. Okay twice, but they didn't have proof the second time. Finally he knocked. A small timid knock that no one would have heard but oh well, he tried. He turned to leave to smack his nose right into a brick. It felt like a brick but it was just The Hyuuga Hiashi. You know, just. He squeaked a greeting and the impassive man invited him in. He had been expecting him. At that point Iruka was done. Finito. All the previous meekness and fear left him and he was standing in the Hyuuga Courtyard screaming about fucking jounin and Clan leaders and cryptic old men being Hokages. He stopped to take a breath and Hiashi asked him if he was finished to which Iruka screamed NO. And then promptly tried to take it all back. It was a stressful month. Hiashi refused and told him to clean the courtyard to apologize. But at least the Hyuuga weren't cheap and Hiashi paid him.
It wasn't till several years later when he realized that he'd be teaching all these kids at the Academy. And it wasn't until much later that he realized being Hokage's assistant meant good relations with all the Clan Heads and the Third probably saw this all in this crystal ball and wanted to set Iruka on the right path. Still, he never got around to seeing the Uchihas with the massacare and all. So he made it a point to let Sasuke use his apartment's shared community garden to grow things because life's better alive.
Back to the matter at hand, even after years of experience dealing with the Hyuuga, Hiashi still continued to suprise him. Was he serious? Putting in a mission request for the continuation of the Umino Line?
Iruka tried to reason with him, "Look. We already have Naruto and now Boruto. Do you want another one of those? Those ramen chugging beasts?"
"No, I don't need more Narutos, though that would be good for the village security. I want more Uminos." Hiashi paused, then gestured wildly, well as wildly as a Hyuuga could. He turned his palm outwards, "The village needs more Uminos to raise more Narutos to make more Himawaris and Borutos and so on and so forth. Clearly." the last bit was tacked on as overcompensation.
Iruka huffed, "You're not making any sense. And why Hanabi? Are you insane?"
"I don't like that Sarutobi boy."
"He's essentially Naruto and you like Naruto."
"I didn't always like him." the clan head snipped at him.
"Oh well whatever. This isn't happening." Iruka put the tea cup back on the tray and stood up, hands on hips, wagging a finger at the older man's nose, "My life, my rules. No."
As Iruka stomped off his fellow Father-In-Law called after him, "You've got a week before The List is available to public!"