The table wobbled as Naruto shuffled himself across the booth sofa, nearly making Kakashi's ramen bowl spill its guts.
"There you are!" the Hokage grinned.
Kakashi simply stared, having saved his food by lifting it up, prepared for anything.
"I need your help with something."
Kakashi looked blankly back at him. "Can I finish this first?"
The Hokage's office was overflowing, stacks upon stacks with filled out forms and scrolls and requests. Kakashi turned around to leave but was hindered by a hand on his sleeve.
"Please, I don't know where to start."
The black scroll went into the biggest drawer, which was then shut.
"That's the last of it." He took in the surroundings and the space. "But if I ever see a mess like this again-"
The hokage winced. "No making threats, sensei."
Kakashi spread his hand on the aged wooden desk, "I stopped being your teacher long ago."
Naruto, sitting in the chair in front of the desk, puffed his cheeks, "But I don't know what else to call you."
"..."
"Aha!"
Kakashi gulped.
"Ossan!"
"..."
"It fits."
"You're making it worse."
A/N: Ossan is a Japanese (informal) term for "old man". Also whoops all of these seem to end up really short. The next one will be longer, I promise.